Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1)

by Phoenyx Slaughter

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  Copyright © 2015 by Phoenyx Slaughter

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  Asunder, the Iron Bulls MC, and the Torn Apart series are works of fiction. Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental.

  Written by Phoenyx Slaughter Copyright © 2015

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  Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1) by Phoenyx Slaughter

  Digital ISBN-10: 099079458X

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9907945-8-5

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  COPYRIGHT

  Title

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Notes from Nyx

  Thank You!

  Sneak Preview

  Copyright © 2015 by Phoenyx Slaughter

  For most of my life, I thought Logan and I were meant to be together. We grew up next door to each other. Neither of us had happy homes, but together we found a sort of peace. He was only three years older than me, but when you’re a child that’s a lot. I looked up to him. Loved him with everything I had.

  He kept me safe. Protected me.

  Eventually I gave him everything. My heart, my love, my virginity.

  He disappeared without a word.

  When I finally found him, he said I couldn’t be part of his life anymore.

  He broke my heart.

  Then I met Dante, and the perfect plan to get even with Logan began to form in my mind.

  Dante is older, dark, dangerous, and the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Iron Bulls MC.

  The same MC Logan joined when he left me.

  This is going to be fun.

  Although the felt of the pool table is starting to chafe against my bare back, the face planted between my legs has a magical tongue attached to it, so I’m not about to complain.

  Firm fingers dig into my thighs, pulling me closer. This man is insatiable. Devouring me, not giving a shit about the wet, slurpy sounds echoing through the cavernous room of his clubhouse.

  Not that it matters. For the moment, we’re alone.

  This is my first time inside the Iron Bulls MC’s clubhouse.

  “Whatcha got here, Dante?”

  Dante, that’s magic tongue’s name. I whine and bump my hips up when he stops licking me to answer whoever interrupted him.

  “None of your business. Get lost.”

  “You got her laid out in the front room. That’s beggin’ to have someone join in.”

  Even though it isn’t phrased as a question, I think he’s asking permission. Dante flicks his simmering brown eyes up at me then slips a finger inside my pussy. “She’s a tight little bitch.” My eyes roll shut and I let out a moan.

  “Jesus, fuck! Karina? What the hell?”

  My eyes snap open.

  Logan.

  “You know her, Hemi?”

  “Yeah, I fuckin’ know her.”

  Logan comes into my line of sight and my skin heats up with shame. My breasts are partially out, my skirt up around my waist, thighs spread wide, and Dante’s fingers are still stroking me.

  This is embarrassing.

  But not surprising.

  I’d known exactly what I was doing when I hopped on the back of Dante’s bike this afternoon after school. I “accidentally” bumped into the big, frightening biker outside the liquor store. I couldn’t have planned it better.

  Except, I’m not getting the satisfaction I expected from the experience.

  “Take her mouth. I’m busy down here.” Then Dante disappears between my thighs again. I can’t help moaning and arching my back up.

  Logan stands over me. “Fuck, you even legal, yet?” he mutters.

  “Never stopped you before,” I whisper.

  “Jesus.” He rubs his hand over his face, and glances at Dante. He doesn’t seem to be able to make up his mind.

  Finally, he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out. He strokes himself from root to tip, then traces his fat cockhead over my lips. “Open.”

  Below, Dante takes my clit, sucking it into his mouth and I gasp. Logan uses the opportunity to shove his cock in my mouth.

  I reach over and grab him, sucking him down harder.

  “Fuck, girl.”

  Dante stands, tugging me down the table, before plunging into me with his thick cock. I scream around Logan.

  “Watch your teeth, Karina,” he warns.

  Dante has a firm grip on my hips as he pumps into me with ruthless strokes. “You gonna come for us, lil’ girl?”

  I whine and nod my head.

  “Get him off first. Let me see what a good little cumguzzler you are.”

  I can do that. I remember very well what Logan likes. I focus my attention on him, even as pleasure blooms through my body. His taste is familiar and brings a rush of memories—some sweet, some horrible. In no time, he’s giving up his thick, salty cum and I swallow it down in great, greedy gulps. He rubs his thumb over my cheek as he pulls out, tucking his cock away. The look on his face is unreadable.

  “Hot, fucking, lil’ bitch, ain’t you?” Dante grunts as he pounds into me. One hand slips from my hip, so his thumb can rub my clit. With Logan taken care of, I’m free to close my eyes and let Dante overwhelm my senses. He continues rubbing my clit in precise circles, while slamming into me.

  “Good. Fucking. Girl. Tight as hell.” His fingers are digging into my hips, but I like the way he makes me feel. I gasp and twitch as he keeps working me over. “That’s right, come for me. Come on my cock, you hot little bitch.”

  I’m floating as I shatter and fall back down to Earth.

  Later we’re in Dante’s bedroom. In his bed. My dress hit the floor the minute we stepped inside.

  “Decided I don’t want to share you with anyone else while you’re here, babe.”

  I like the sound of that. How many times had I wished Logan felt that way?

  “You need to be anywhere?” he asks.

  “No. My dad’s out of town, so I’m good as long as I get to school on time.”

  He draws back with a quizzical expression. “School?”

  Heat floods my cheeks. “Yeah.”

  “How old are you, babe?”

  “Eighteen. I just turned eighteen last month.”

  “Oh, well thank fuck for that. Ain’t I a dirty old man?” He laughs hard and I like the raspy, rumble that pours out of him a lot. Then he gives me a simmering look. “No wonder that fuckin’ pussy of yours is so nice and tight.”r />
  I squirm under his coarse language, but he seems to like my discomfort. “Don’t be shy, babe.” His hand massages over my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “These fat, pink nipples of yours are fuckin’ perfect, babe. Everything about you is perfect.”

  I think if he keeps talking like that, my plans for revenge will go up in flames.

  Somewhere, someone is looking down on me and smiling. One fine, fuckin’ bitch I found today. I sure as fuck don’t deserve her.

  Eight-fucking-teen.

  Jesus Christ.

  “Stand up, babe.”

  She’s so fuckin’ sweet and eager. Doesn’t ask why, just does it. Stands there waitin’ for whatever I tell her next.

  I slide to the edge of the bed and sit up. Her perfect tits are almost at my mouth, so I suck one nipple, lashing it with my tongue. I run my hand up her stomach. Grip her hips with my big hands. Nice, round hips, muscular thighs squeezing her little bush. Those fuckin’ heavy tits, with fat pink nipples, that glow red when she’s turned on. Flawless skin.

  Goddamn.

  “Turn around.”

  She spins without question, my hands sliding over all her smooth, silky skin. No ink. No birthmarks, moles. Nothing. Perfect, tight little ass.

  I trace my finger down the length of her spine. “How does a pretty girl like you got no boyfriend?”

  She shrugs.

  I know, though. Fuckin’ high school boys can’t appreciate what she’s got. Woman’s body too much to handle. But perfect for me.

  I hook my arm around her and pull her into my lap, running my hand down her flat stomach. My fingers touch her pussy hair first. All soft and a little sticky from earlier. “Open,” I whisper against her ear. A shiver works over her. Pink nipples standing straight, begging for my mouth. I shift my leg under hers, pushing her legs open, then slide my finger down, stopping to tease her clit, and then shoving it up inside her.

  “Tight little cunt. You weren’t no virgin, though.”

  “No.”

  My fucking cock throbs, needing inside her tight little hole, but I’m enjoying exploring her way too much to stop now, so I keep on fingering her. I tilt her to the side, and suck one of her nice, big nipples into my mouth while working a second finger inside of her. She’s so wet, her juices drench my hand, making sloppy noises as I finger-fuck her. She moans and spreads her legs a little wider.

  Her nipple pops out of my mouth with a nice wet sound. “You like that? Like gettin’ fucked, babe?”

  Her hand tightens on my shoulder.

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes.”

  “How many boyfriends you had?”

  Her body tenses at the question and I wonder about my new, little toy. There’s something dirty about her, but also something real sweet and innocent.

  “Two.”

  “They both fuck you?”

  “No.”

  “When’s the last time you got fucked before today?”

  “More than a year.” She’s breathing so hard, she can barely answer, but she’s so relaxed against me, hips rockin’ in time to my fingers. Fucking perfect.

  Her breath hitches and I move my thumb over her clit in tight circles. “Let go, babe. I wanna see you come for me.”

  “Okay,” she breathes.

  Sweet motherfuck. She’s the hottest bitch I’ve ever seen.

  “Come on, baby.” I push and pull my fingers faster, rubbing her clit a little harder.

  Her face pinches in concentration. “Yes, yes,” she whispers, pulsing and throbbing around my fingers as she comes. Her hips buck wildly, chasing more.

  “So good, baby. What a good girl. You come so pretty.”

  Her eyes slowly open and a soft smile turns her full red lips up. Her fingers reach out and caress the side of my face. “That was amazing. I’ve never. That’s never—”

  “You never made yourself come before, baby?”

  She blushes and shakes her head. So shy for a girl I had laid out on the pool table not even an hour ago. That was a mistake on my part and ain’t happening again. Not with this bitch. “Oh, we’re gonna have a nice time. I’m gonna teach you all about how this hot little body works.”

  I shift her back onto the bed and crawl over her. “You on the pill?”

  Her eyes go wide and she shakes her head. I got an urge to fuckin’ slam into her anyway. But I also feel protective of this little one.

  “We’re gonna fix that. ‘Cause I need to fuck you bare.”

  “Okay,” she answers, all sweet and docile.

  Fuck, I like this bitch. She’s way too young and innocent for a twisted motherfucker like me, but fuck if I don’t want to keep her anyway.

  “You like suckin’ cock, babe?”

  I nod even though it’s not really true. I’ve done it because it’s expected, but I can’t say I really enjoy it.

  “Hmm.” Dante seems to see right through me.

  He stands at the side of the bed. “Sit here,” he says pointing to the edge, and I scoot over immediately. I stare up at him and he shakes his head.

  “Fuckin’ perfect,” he grumbles.

  He places a finger under my chin, lifting my face to look at him. He’s a beautiful man. Big, muscled, strong. Dark hair covers his thick thighs. His cock stands tall and proud out from his body. I can’t help but wrap my fingers around it. Or try to.

  “Not yet. Don’t be bad.”

  I snatch my hand back and he chuckles.

  “I’m gonna teach you to please me. Forget anything else ‘cept what I tell you.”

  “Okay.”

  He straddles my legs, tipping his hips to bring his cock forward. “Taste me. Get my dick nice and wet.”

  I glance up at him as I lick the head of his cock. “Don’t be timid, baby. Lick it. From balls to slit.” He guides my head down to his heavy sack, and I run my tongue along the thin skin, over the coarse hairs. He spreads his legs a little. “Rub up behind my balls, baby. Keep licking my nuts as you do it.”

  “Good girl. Now, put my dick in your mouth. Take me as deep as you can.” I do. I want to satisfy him, so I take him until I gag. Above me, he groans, “Good, you’re doing so good, baby. Again.” I slide my lips back down and feel his hand at the back of my head. “Lil’ faster, baby girl. Use your hands to stroke the base.”

  The slurping sounds I’m making should embarrass me, but they don’t, because he seems to like them. I want to please him so badly that each time I suck him down deeper, even when I gag.

  As if he reads my mind, he asks, “You want to please me, don’t you, sweet girl?”

  I nod, but don’t stop.

  He runs his hands through my hair. “Yeah, you do. You’re doing a good job, too.”

  My lips smile around his cock and I push my tongue against him harder.

  He groans, his fist tightening in my hair. “Look at me.”

  My eyes meet his, and he groans again. The lust in his deep brown eyes sends a rush of heat to my pussy. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. You gonna swallow it all for me?”

  I suck him harder, telling him without words, I’ll accept anything he gives me.

  “Yeah, fuck, suck it. Take it all.” He groans loud and low as his cock pulses and spurts in my mouth. I gag and choke, but his hands hold my head steady. “Swallow it all like a good girl.”

  I do it, and he smiles down at me. “Fucking beautiful, girl, you know that?”

  He wipes a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth and presses his finger against my lips. “Lick.”

  I make a show of licking the tip of his thumb and he groans.

  “Fuck, I could go all goddamn night with you.”

  “Where you going, baby girl?” he asks in a sexy morning-rough voice.

  Shit. I was hoping to run out and be back before he woke up.

  I’m still naked, but I have my dress in my hands. “I need to find the bathroom.”

  “Right across the hall.” He points to his dresser. “Top drawer. Put
one of my T-shirts on. Anyone says anything, you tell ‘em you’re here with Dante, got it?”

  “Okay.” I grab the first shirt my hand brushes against. It happens to be an Iron Bulls MC shirt. The hem hangs to my knees, so at least I’m covered, since I have no idea where my panties ended up.

  I take extra time washing up. There’s little in the way of soap or beauty products, but I make do with what I can find. As I step out of the bathroom, I’m so focused on Dante’s door, I never see Logan coming at me. He grabs my elbow, tugs me down the hallway, and slams me up against the wall. His furious face is inches from mine.

  “What. The. Fuck. Are you doing, Karina?”

  “I, uh—”

  “Does your father know you’re here?”

  I don’t like being spoken to this way. My father hasn’t been fatherly in years. Not since my mother died when I was twelve. When I needed him the most. He’s out on the road most of the time and I fend for myself. None of this is Logan’s business though. I stopped being his concern a while ago.

  “Let go of me.”

  He loosens his grip, but doesn’t let me go.

  “Karina, you don’t know what you’re getting into with a guy like Dante. He’s too old for you. Fuck, do you even understand what his role in the club is?”

  “No. It doesn’t matter though; he’s nice to me.”

  “He fucked you in the middle of our living room and let me shove my cock down your throat. You call that nice?”

  Heat burns my cheeks. “Leave me alone. You threw me away. I’m not yours to worry about anymore.”

  He ignores my accusation, but his eyes skip away from me for a moment. “You think you’re gonna be hanging in my club, then you’re my concern.”

  Something occurs to me. Logan can’t have been a member for very long.

  “Dante’s above you, isn’t he?”

  Logan cocks his head at me. “So what?”

  “You’re jealous.”

  He snorts as if the idea is absurd. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

  I force out some laughter of my own. “You’re kidding, right? Let me go, or I’ll yell for him. I bet you’re not supposed to touch me without his permission.”