by Crimson Syn
“It’s not going to be easy, Ramon. I don’t know what you were thinking getting involved with the Hell’s Lovers. You should see the men who are helping them. They look mean. I heard they were from the Death Row Shooters MC. That’s Ryan Simon’s men. They’re beyond dangerous. You don’t fuck with him or his men.”
“Ryan Simon can kiss my ass, and so can Wolf Stone! Did you forget what he did to my baby brother? Ojo por ojo around my turf, linda.”
I shook my head and looked down. “I guess my job is done?”
“Fuck, no! I want you there. Shit! Seduce one of them! I want you to presence at least one of those meetings. I need to know what their next move is going to be.”
“But…”
“You do as I tell you, Sophia. It’s about time you paid your dues to me. Your pussy isn’t doing me any favors anymore. Now you have to earn your keep.”
My anger finally boiled over. “Hijo de puta! I’m your fucking wife, maricon! I’m not just some bitch off the streets you can prostitute!”
He stood up and rounded his desk. I knew he was mad, but I didn’t care. He was an asshole and I was going to let him know it.
He stood toe to toe with me. He narrowed his eyes and without warning, he slapped me.
I stumbled back and then he grabbed me and shook me. “Why? Why do you question me? Why can’t you just do what I tell you? Is it so fucking hard to listen?” He roared.
I closed my eyes, trying to breathe through my nostrils. When Tuco got this way, there was no telling what he would do to me.
He gripped me tightly by the arms, and I knew he was going to leave a bruise. He pressed his face against mine and gritted the next words out. “Go! Fuck one of them if you have to, but get me what I want!”
“You’re a piece of shit! One of these days you’re going to pay for all you’ve done Ramon Moreno. And when that day comes, I’ll be the first in line to watch, smiling as they drag your ass to hell.”
“Keep fucking with me, Sophia, and you’ll know the true wrath of Los Perdidos. I want you back here in three days or I’m coming after you!”
I turned and stormed out. I was never coming back. He’d have to kill me first.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SOPHIA
Cain was ignoring me. I knew because he no longer watched me dance, he made it a point not to do it. It had been nearly a month since he’d first touched me and I found myself thinking about him all the time. I wasn’t one to throw myself at a man, but fuck did I have that urge. Several times I had to talk myself down from running up to him and wrapping my legs around him. He was literally driving me insane.
I needed to know if he felt the same way. I couldn’t trust him with my life, if he didn’t feel the same. I’d be risking it instead, and I wasn’t sure the Hell’s Lovers would forgive me so easily for it. And if Tuco found out I was planning on going against him, of leaving him, he’d definitely kill me.
Tonight, like every night this week, was another packed night and I was exhausted. Jade had me learning new routines and trying on new costumes on a constant basis. I was tired and I just wanted to go home.
I spotted Cain leaning against the bar and talking to a girl. I was finishing up my routine on stage and there he was, leaning over a pretty blonde and sipping on a beer as if what he was doing was nothing out of the norm. He didn’t even glance my way, and my heart felt like it was being torn in two.
I finished my set and as I was heading to the locker rooms when I heard a woman giggle. Then I heard a man’s deep voice respond. I didn’t hear what was said, but I knew it was Cain. Only his voice could strike a chord in me so deep. Before rounding the corner, I stood in the shadow of the hallway, watching as they entered one of the Velvet rooms. It was the one no one was allowed in, it was Cain’s private quarters. As they entered, I slowly approached the door. Not being able to help myself, I pressed my ear to the wooden panel trying to make out any sounds.
“It’s soundproof.”
Startled, I jumped at the sound of a voice coming from the other end of the hallway. Seth, Cain’s brother and one of the club’s Enforcers as well as its Treasurer, hovered near the entrance.
“You won’t hear a thing. Trust me, I’ve tried,” he watched me for a second and his scrutiny made me look down and blush.
“You got a thing for Cain, don’t you?” He smiled knowingly.
“No, I just...I was just curious, that’s all.”
“Curious, huh? He doesn’t like people snooping around the club. He likes to be in control, so if you’re into that sort of thing more power to you. If not, then I suggest you stay away. When he plays, he plays hard.”
He stared at me for a second and smirked. “But you seem to be just his type,” he murmured as he walked away, leaving me staring at the black door and wondering exactly what went on behind it. Cain had secrets and I was curious to find out how dark they were. I was willing to go down that rabbit hole if it was with him. I needed to trust him.
As I turned away I was practically run over by the same girl who had been with Cain. She looked at me for a moment, anger penetrating her eyes.” If you’re here looking for Scardino, don’t bother. The fucker isn’t what he says he is.”
“What?” I murmured as she sauntered down the dark hallway. Turning back around, I slammed right into a hard chest. Cain looked down at me, a stoic look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing here, Sophia? Is it a hobby of yours to listen in on people’s private conversations?”
“N…no. I was just…I was...” I sighed. “I was headed to the locker room and your girlfriend nearly ran me down.” I didn’t mean to sound petulant, but my jealousy was obvious.
He glanced down the hallway and frowned. “She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow.
He stared down at me and then his frown turned into a scowl. The next thing I knew he had me pinned against the wall, his hand gently tipping my chin up to the soft glowing light.
“Who hit you?” He growled.
My eyes widened in fright. I thought I had done a good job of hiding the bruises Ramon had left me from our last meeting. I didn’t expect for Cain to spot them so quickly.
“What?” I whispered.
“You have a fucking black and blue on your cheek, who the fuck hit you?”
“N…no one. I slipped in the shower.” I stood there waiting to see if he believed the most insane lie I’d ever come up with.
“You slipped in the shower?”
I nodded. “I was coming out of the tub, slipped and hit my cheek against the sink. I didn’t realize how hard I’d hit myself until I saw the bruise this morning. I bruise easily.”
“You bruise easily?”
I quickly nodded, swallowing nervously as he continued to assess my cheek. He ran his thumb gently across it, making me flinch.
Bending down, he pressed his lips to the tender spot. “I don’t like liars, Sophia. But if you don’t want to tell me, I’m not going to force you. Although, I will say this,” his lips grazed mine and he pinched my chin gently, “if someone’s hurting you, all you have to do is tell me and they’ll never lay a finger on you again.”
I met his eyes and I knew what he said was true. I shook my head, “I’m okay,” I whispered.
He nodded and took a step away from me. “I’ll take that answer for now, Sophia. But no one, I repeat no one, hurts what’s mine.”
“And I’m yours?” I asked earnestly.
He smirked. “No one, Sophia. Remember that.”
He turned around and left me standing there alone in the empty hallway. The man was a riddle. He was so hard to read, it was sometimes better not even trying.
I turned my head towards his room and tried the knob, but it was locked. He made sure it was always locked. I looked down the empty hallway and wondered what it was that Cain guarded so carefully in this room.
MY OPPORTUNITY CAME a few nights later, in the shape of a newbie mistake. Ravenous
contracted a private company to come in and do a thorough cleaning every Wednesday and Sunday night. Not just anybody was allowed to come into Ravenous. Everyone had to be put through a thorough background check, courtesy of Diesel. He was one of the MC’s Enforcers, when he was around. The Hell’s Lovers had three Enforcers that worked directly with their Sargent at Arms. Diesel was a nomad by nature, so they needed Seth and Knox to back Cain up. I had just met Diesel, and I could see why he was considered muscle. The man was cut like steel and I had to admit, he was very good looking. At least, all of the girls were drooling over him. I on the other hand, only had eyes for one man.
Cain’s rules were simple. When the contracted company showed up, the doors to the Velvet rooms were to remain open, including the black velvet room. The people hired were not allowed to speak to anyone or spend more than twenty minutes in each room. They came in, did their job, and left. They were supposed to lock all the doors before leaving, but on this lucky night, someone forgot to lock the door.
After I left the stage, I wandered down the hallway ready to head home. It was the last show of the night and I could hear the laughter of some of the other dancers as they got dressed in the locker room. As I passed by the rooms, I noticed the last room was left slightly ajar. Approaching it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Cain’s private room was open.
Looking back down the empty hallway, I made sure no one saw me. As soon as I made sure it was clear, I gently pushed on the door and slipped inside. What I came across was a complete shock to my senses.
There was a lamp turned on, emitting a dim yellow light. It glowed on the black leather couch that sat on the far back wall. In the center of the room stood a rich mahogany bed with large wooden bedposts that loomed over in a canopy. At first glance, it looked like any normal bed. But as I took a closer look, I saw the small hooks that aligned the bed posts and the suspension frame that lined the top of the wooden frame. It was no ordinary bed.
The bedspread and sheets were made of pure black silk and several pillows encased in that same black silk lay along the headrest. The glow of the light made the silk shine as if looking into a pool of black ink. There were black area rugs strewn along the floor, one in particular lay in front of the couch. Pillows were thrown all over in disarray; it looked like the perfect place to lie down.
This was the most normal aspect of the room. What lay beyond that, against the walls, that was what had me sucking in a breath and shivering with an indescribable feeling of constant fear and arousal. Two wooden boards in the shape of an X loomed against the wall on the right side of the bed. The boards had padded black leather lining and the frame had hooks on all edges.
In the opposite corner of the room there was a black bench. It looked seemingly like a church pedestal where you knelt to pray, and it made me wonder how he used it and if you’d actually be praying or begging. The thought of seeing him penetrate me as I straddled the bench had me all wet and horny once again.
I traced my fingers across a line of paddles, whips, and an array of wooden sticks and restraints that I couldn’t wrap my mind around. The place looked like a torture chamber, an expensive one at that. I wondered how Cain could possibly find pleasure in this.
As my hand trailed across a whip, its black leather strands sliding through my fingers, I suddenly felt his presence. My body felt him first, and then his scent encompassed the room. I quickly turned to stare at him as he stood in the doorway. He slammed the door shut and we stood in silence. I didn’t know what to say, what to expect, and then in three quick strides, he had a hand wrapped around my neck and I was pressed against the wall.
My eyes met his and that feeling of fear and arousal trickled through my body. The lower half of my body was molded to his hard muscles, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his muscles as they flexed while they held me. I looked up at him and shivered under his dark gaze.
His eyes dragged down to my lips and then he asked in a deep threatening voice. “How the fuck did you get in here?”
CHAPTER NINE
CAIN
I slammed her up against the wall without thinking twice about what I was doing. Watching her all curvy and sexy in that getup she had on, standing in the middle of my room while caressing my whips had me hard as fuck. As her eyes widened with curiosity, my cock jumped up with joy.
Fuck, I had been trying to keep away from her, distract myself with others. Shit, I would take any woman who crossed my path, but it hadn’t been working. I’d take them back into my room, ready to try anything, but I found no pleasure in it. I felt nothing. They were all eager to play, but all I kept seeing was Sophia’s pretty brown eyes staring back at me. I turned each one away, over and over again, night after night. At first, I thought I was just on edge, but now I knew the reason. As my hands found her neck, my cock also found the reason. The only woman we wanted was the sweet and sultry Sophia, and we were about ready to explode with need.
“How the fuck did you get in here?” I seethed, pressing myself along her luscious body.
The outfit she was wearing had my cock begging me to punish her. It was perfect for the occasion. She was actually wearing a chain bra! It was the only way to describe it. Thin, delicate chains covered her mounds and every time she breathed I’d get a peek at a swollen nipple, complete with nipple piercing...my piercing. The leather straps wrapped around her large tits outlining their shape and making them the center of my attention. As my eyes drifted lower I caught sight of her bottoms, if you could call them that. They were even sexier than the bra as the same damn chains trailed across her mound and a leather strap wrapped around her waist and pelvis, creating the sexiest fucking thong I’d ever seen.
I reached down and played with the dangling chains that covered her mons and she shook in my arms as I felt her knees slightly give out. I let go of her neck and wrapped my arm around her waist.
“Answer me, beautiful,” I whispered against her cheek.
“Th...the door...”
She paused for a moment and I continued to coax her playfully. Dragging my fingertips through the thin chains and finding her slit. “What about the door?”
I ran my nose along the curve of her neck making her shiver once again. I loved when I caused a woman to tremble. It gave me a power over them that was so intoxicating, I urged for it again and again.
“The door was left open,” she breathed.
“Hmmm,” I hummed in her ear. “Are you sure about that?”
“I swear,” she breathed and gripped onto my shoulders.
I managed a smile. “There’s just one thing about that story, beautiful.”
“Wh-what’s that?”
“I don’t believe you,” I growled and hauled her onto the bed. She screamed as I crawled on top of her chest and yanked her hair back, exposing her neck.
“You wanna know what goes on in here?”
Her eyes remained wide and curious. “Yes,” she whispered.
I ducked down and grazed my lips along her neck. “Yes, Sir!”
She gasped. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I dragged my eyes down her body and my dick fought against its restraints. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
She met my eyes and blinked. “I…um...Jade…”
I dragged my fingers along the thin chains of her breasts, lightly brushing against them, receiving a sweet moan in response. Jade was fucking doing a number on me, but I’d deal with her later.
“You expose yourself like this again and I’ll personally fire you,” I pressed my lips to her ear and traced the sensitive lobe. Her shivers had me hard as a rock. “You wear this only for me, understood?”
She nodded and sighed, but I wasn’t having any of that. I tightened my grip on her hair, tilting her head back so her body bowed for me. “What did you say?”
“Yes, Sir.” She gasped.
“That’s my good girl.” I gently propped her up and removed my hands from her soft strands. “Don’t move.”
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sp; I leaped off her and felt her watching me as I went over to a small closet on the side of the room. I had every type of play toy you could imagine, but I wanted to start slow with her. Make her love it. Make her beg for it.
Coming back out, I stared at her beautiful curvy frame lying on my bed. She was plump and ripe, and absolutely turned on. The sight of her made my cock lurch forward.
“Aren’t you afraid of me, sweetheart?”
She swallowed and licked her lips. “No.”
I stared down at her and gave her a slow smile. “You should be.”
I was so fucking aroused I didn’t think I was going to last long. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to gain my control back.
“Sit up.”
Immediately, she got up on her knees for me and I liked how eager she was to obey me. I went up to her and moved her long silky hair along her shoulder. She moaned as I touched her, making me crave her screams. I placed the black leather collar around her neck and as I clipped it shut her eyes met mine.
“Just do what I say, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you, unless, you want me to,” I whispered against her temple. She shuddered and I smiled knowingly.
I trailed the chain down her back wrapping her wrists in a pair of leather cuffs that were attached to the collar. The restraints made her helpless to me and the position made those ripe tits jut up in offering.
I moaned and trailed my hand along the chains. She jumped slightly as I found her nipple. “Still sensitive, beautiful?”
She nodded and I grinned. “Good,” I gripped her chains bringing her towards me. Bending my head, I slowly dragged my tongue along the newly pierced nipple. She yelped in pain and then groaned in pleasure.
I was careful not to injure her, but I couldn’t wait to be able to chain those delectable buttons. I sucked her nipple, twirled it and popped it out of my mouth, before doing the same to its counterpart. She squirmed and winced, but never once stopped me or tried to get away. Her body yearned for mine, as much as I did hers.