Twisted Devil (Vicious Vipers MC Book 4)

by Lynn Burke

  I turned and lowered my ass to the bed, reaching for the long braid over my shoulder, intending to set the fiery strands he loved free.

  “Don’t.”

  I obeyed and leaned back on my hands, jutting my breasts toward him. A slow slide of my feet toward my ass set my heels on the mattress—and gave him an unhindered view of my pussy.

  He ripped his shirt off overhead, and I nearly swooned. Absolute perfection—tanned skin, thick pecs, and rippled abs … that luscious V dipping into jeans he grasped himself through.

  A few strokes over his jeans, and he shoved them down, springing his cock free. Thick and long.

  I gulped even though my pussy spasmed at the thought of being stuffed full.

  Would it hurt? My first time had, but I hadn’t been prepared—hadn’t wanted it.

  Fuck. Did I really want another dick inside my body?

  I blinked and jerked my focus up to his face to find him staring at me.

  “You okay?” he whispered, his entire body tensed to spring.

  “I-I don’t know.”

  “Lay back, pussy cat.”

  I did as told, my gaze glued to his face as he crawled onto the bed, resting on his haunches between my bent legs. Holding my gaze, he caressed the tops of my feet, up my shins, to rest his palms on my knees.

  “We don’t have to do this,” he told me, his thumbs rubbing in small circles on the insides of my knees. “Tell me no, and I’ll just hold you.”

  “I-I want to,” I told him, telling myself I did, too.

  He leaned down over me, his hands by my shoulders, his brown eyes soft even though lust stroked the fire to life inside me again, tensing me beneath him. “You’re in charge, Dasia, understand? I want this to be good for you, I won’t push you.”

  Swallowing, I nodded, my hands grasping hold of his hard forearms. Muscle flexed beneath my hold.

  “Come here.” He lowered himself, wrapped his arms around me, and turned all in a single motion, pulling me atop him.

  I straddled his thighs, the wetness from my pussy smearing over the back of his cock. Holding my gaze, he interlocked his fingers behind his head, showing off the flexed muscles of his biceps.

  God...

  Fucking perfect.

  I leaned forward to trace my fingertips over his perfectly arched eyebrows, down his nose—over his hot as fuck mouth with its sensual curve. Along his clean-shaven jaw, down over his throat and the bobbing apple inside.

  Hard pecs, soft skin—not a single hair on his chest, thank God. Tight nipples...

  I bent down fully and nipped my teeth over one, and he jolted beneath me, his cock sliding along my slit and rubbing my throbbing clit.

  My breath left in a rush, and I sat back up, my hands on his abs, my eyes wide.

  He thrust again, coating the back of his cock with my arousal, but not hitting my clit. I leaned down, my hands beside his chest.

  “Do that again,” I whispered, damn near drowning in his amber eyes.

  He gyrated beneath me, his length rubbing over my clit, and my eyelids fluttered shut as a shudder rippled through me.

  I want him—want this.

  I opened my eyes. “I want you, Adrian.”

  “Then sheath me up and take me, pussy cat.”

  “Wha—”

  “Condom,” he said, releasing his hands to point at the bed stand with his thumb.

  Oh.

  I grabbed the foil packet he must have placed there, my trust in him settling deeper into my soul. Had he told me to take him, I would have without a thought of protection and pregnancy.

  Stupid.

  I fumbled with the damn thing, and he grasped my shaking hands.

  “Dasia?”

  I let out a slow breath and relaxed, handing the packet to him. “You do it.”

  I scooted back off his hips, my focus dropping to his cock and the droplet of moisture beaded at the slit. Without a thought, I leaned down and licked, the salty musk of him flooding my mouth with drool.

  He cursed through clenched teeth, and I licked again, getting a taste of myself in the process. Someday I would give him that first, but I needed him inside me.

  Straightening, I wanted to tell him to hurry as he pulled out the condom and slowly rolled the damn thing down over his straining length. The second he shoved his hands behind his head, I slid forward, past the tip of his cock until it sprang back up to tap against my ass.

  I’ll give him that first one day—but not today.

  Lifting to a plank, I reached between us and grasped his thick girth.

  He groaned as I notched the tip inside me.

  I paused, his cock barely inside me, my hands grasping at the sheets beside his pecs, our gazes locked, my lips parted. His arms flexed as his entire body tensed beneath me.

  “Dasia,” he whispered through gritted teeth as though teetering on the edge of his control. One thrust of his hips would bury him inside my soaked channel, but he held still—shaking beneath me.

  I slowly pressed back onto him, his girth stretching me, filling me to the point of discomfort.

  I’m soaking wet—I want him. I can take him.

  Clenching my own jaw, I shoved back, stuffing myself full.

  “Fuck.” He closed his eyes, his head tipping back, veins popping along his neck and forehead. “Fuck, baby.”

  “Touch me,” I whispered, my heart in my throat, the tip of his cock so far deep inside me, I felt he’d pierced my heart.

  Opening his eyes, he grasped my hips, slowly sliding me forward along his length.

  I groaned when he flexed his hips while pushing me back onto his cock again. Three slow thrusts spiraled my thoughts to heaven and back again. I rode a gentle wave of building euphoria as his hard length dragged against my grasping inner walls.

  He buried deep and gyrated his hips.

  “God,” I gasped as he rubbed against my cervix. “Oh, God.”

  With a groan, he grabbed hold of my braid and tugged me down against his chest. “I’m the devil,” he growled and took my mouth with a bruising kiss.

  I cried out as he slammed into me. My pussy tingled, my clit sliding harshly against his lower abs as he fucked into me over and over, the fullness … the lingering taste of chocolate on his tongue … the sweet scent of licorice and sex filling my nose.

  He released my hair and snaked his hand between us.

  “Come all over my cock, pussy cat—milk me dry.”

  A pinch to my clit sent me shrieking over the edge of reality, and hard arms banded around me, holding me as I convulsed with every spasm of my pussy, his own grunts and curses prolonging my climax.

  His cock swelled incredibly thicker, and he jerked beneath me, buried so deep inside me, it bordered on pain—but the best kind.

  “Fuck, Dasia.” He pulled out and slammed back in with another grunt, and a shiver slid down my spine as I opened my eyes to watch the rest of his climax play out on his face.

  He had his eyes open and locked on mine. Lower lip between his teeth. Nostrils flared, eyes filled with so much damn emotion my chest ached. Another thrust and he stilled, his teeth releasing his lip.

  “Come here,” he rasped.

  I closed the distance between us and had my first ever after sex kiss—and it couldn’t have been more perfect, full of emotion, of promise.

  Yeah. The devil had definitely given me the best present ever.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Devil

  We shared a pillow, our bodies entwined from chest to toes. Best pillow talk of my life. She had me laughing and groaning for more, the little kinky vixen.

  “Seriously.” she said, her eyes alight. “I didn’t think you were going to fit.”

  I nudged my nose against hers. “You were a slick, sloppy mess. No way in hell I wouldn’t.”

  Another sweet kiss, the softness of her mouth driving me fucking insane. I would never get enough of touching her. Tasting her. Ever.

  “So, now that you’ve had me, plan on s
etting me free?”

  “Fuck no,” I grumbled, tightening my arms around her. “You’re not getting rid of me.”

  I pulled back enough to take in her sleepy eyes, the smear of mascara beneath, and the satisfied, relaxed smile on her lips.

  “You’re so damn beautiful.” I brushed her hair off her brow, lifting the long tresses I’d unbraided and run my fingers through an hour after cleaning up the mess we’d made between her thighs. I held the handful of hair to my nose and breathed in the sweet springtime, fresh and flowery. “Smell damn good, too.”

  Her smile widened, the pulse in her neck picking up speed.

  I hadn’t been too rough with her, but with it only being her second time and me packing some girth, I wasn’t about to rush things and make her regret allowing me between her legs.

  We had time.

  My cell rang, and I kissed her forehead before rolling away with a groan.

  Vigil.

  “I gotta take this, okay?”

  Dasia nodded back at me, and I swiped to answer while walking toward the bathroom, her “Nice ass!” whisper holler making me grin.

  “What’s up?” I asked Vigil.

  “Stone and Greed will meet you at your house in the morning,” Vigil said as I shut myself into the bathroom. “I want you to gather up all the shit you’ve compiled—I know it’s not as much as you wanted, but we need to get this boat rolling. Think they can at least get arrest warrants with what you’ve got so far?”

  “Shit, yeah.”

  “Okay. Get to the club tomorrow at nine.”

  “You gonna tell Ryker we’re spending the night here so I don’t have to hear his shit?”

  “He’s the one who told me to tell you to stay rather than drag her ass here to the club at this time of night.”

  I knew it ran close to midnight. “Thanks, Vigil.”

  “See you in the a.m.”

  I hung up, took care of business since I was already in the bathroom, and returned to find Dasia’s eyes closed, her hands beneath her cheek. She peeled up an eyelid to peek at me as I slid beneath the blankets and tucked my body against hers.

  “Sleep, pussy cat,” I whispered against her forehead. “Ryker knows I’m keeping you tonight.”

  She smiled and drifted off while I considered the next night and the next and the next. I’d had a taste, but my hunger for her hadn’t even begun to be satisfied. I hoped once the shit of our circumstances settled the fuck down, I could talk her into staying. Forever.

  But would the young, newly freed woman want my old ass? I didn’t have a single gray hair yet. Sure, I had a line or two by my eyes from smiling too damn much, but my body looked better than it had at twenty.

  Fucking get over yourself, I told myself, shutting my eyes. If she wanted to go, I would make myself let her—because I cared about her more than my own selfish desires.

  Maybe if I got lucky, she’d see that and eventually come back.

  ****

  We had breakfast in bed, and even though I’d woken with a raging hard on, I kept from climbing aboard her like I wanted to. That didn’t stop me from taking a shower with her and scrubbing every inch of her body and playing with that little clit while my mouth was full of tit until she came undone in my arms.

  She insisted on returning the favor, so I soaped up my dick and showed her what to do. Tentative at first, she got the hang—and the proper grip—and got me off faster than I could myself.

  Goddamn, did she get my wheels going.

  We took off southward, but not until I’d carefully scoped around the small parking lot without her catching on. No need to get her fear going until the last possible minute.

  The ride south stirred my dick again thanks to Dasia’s wandering hands, but the sight of Stone’s truck in my driveway and him and Greed, Warden’s other security officer, sitting in the cab, killed it. They climbed from the truck as I rumbled to a stop in front of my garage door.

  “Hey!” Dasia called to Stone while climbing off my bike and unhooking her helmet. “What are you doing here?”

  Stone caught my eye and raised an eyebrow.

  I shook my head.

  “I’ll fill you in once we’re inside,” he told Dasia while Greed scanned my neighborhood, standing at a seemingly relaxed pose, but he’d been trained by both Warden and Stone. The boy might not be bigger than me, but he could throw down.

  “Dasia, this is Greed. Greed, this is my girl Dasia.”

  Dasia beamed at him, her cheeks flushing.

  “Hey, sweet thing,” Greed said, his pretty boy smile flashing back at her as he clasped her hand. “Seen you around … sorry I haven’t had a chance to meet you yet.”

  “Well, with the way Ryker hovers, that’s no big surprise,” she told him with a light laugh.

  Greed glanced at me. “And with this fucker claiming you, you won’t have a lick of freedom left.”

  Dasia’s smile faltered, and I entwined my fingers with hers. “She’s free to do whatever the fuck she wants,” I forced myself to say, even though it felt like a knife slashed through my chest. “Come on. The bike ride was kind of cold. You gotta be freezing.”

  She shrugged and nodded, and I tugged her toward the covered porch leading to my front door.

  I’d had the place built in the hopes of maybe someday finding a woman who I could trust with my vulnerability. It came easy with Dasia, even knowing she could easily walk away once the threat cleared up, taking my heart along with her.

  My heart.

  Yeah. I was fucking done for.

  Waking to her face inches from mine, blue eyes clear and peering at me—that damn emotion I’d never felt before ached through my chest, and I’d named it for what it was, just not out loud. Too soon for that shit, and I didn’t want to give her anything more to have to think on. She’d have enough once I told her why Stone and Greed met us at my house.

  I gave her a quick tour of the first floor, decent sized kitchen for my chef-wannabe ass, the man cave living room with its huge ass TV dominating almost an entire wall, and the small bath and laundry room adjacent.

  Motioning with my head to the living room for Stone and Greed to make themselves comfortable, I started for the stairs.

  “Go on,” I told Dasia, grinning as she obeyed and I followed her ass up the stairs, every sway of her hips twitching my dick again.

  Couldn’t fucking wait to bury my entire length between those plump cheeks—have the life squeezed from my dick by her virgin hole...

  I adjusted myself while stepping onto the landing, and pulled her left into my room.

  “Bedroom. Master bath,” I said, motioning toward the far door, “and that’s the walk-in closet I promised.”

  “Mmm.” She smiled at me, but I turned and pulled her back out of the master suite before either of us got any fun ideas.

  “Guest room,” I said, pointing at the door on the right even though it didn’t have a damn thing in it. “Guest bathroom.” Another thumb toward the next door. “And this,” I pushed open the door at the back of the hallway, “is my office.”

  The damn room was just as big as my master suite and was jammed full of shit most people wouldn’t know what to do with. It was the large half-circle desk that Dasia moved toward, her head moving side to side while taking in my monitors. Some ran non-stop, jumping from one camera to another while the security system kept watch over my two and a half acre lot.

  “This is incredible,” she said quietly, stopping at my chair and putting her hands on the top. “Did you build all this?”

  “Pretty much.” I stepped up beside her, watching her face as she took everything in. “How do you even … shit, I can’t even handle a damn cell phone’s technology.” She laughed and turned toward me. “You’re a real-life geek.”

  “Told you so.”

  I sat and pulled her sideways onto my lap. “I want to show you something.”

  A few clicks brought up my encrypted email with its bread crumb trail I’d mostly finish
ed up the morning before while waiting to pick Dasia up after her birthday dinner with Pia and Ryker.

  I clicked the email onto the bigger screen to the right and swiveled to face it.

  Dasia slowly straightened while reading, her eyes widening. “Holy...”

  I waited for her to reach the bottom of the screen.

  “Is that … the Ivan?”

  “His real name is Alexi Dvornikov, and he’s the head of a sex slave operation in Boston for the Russian mafia.”

  “Oh, God.” She stared at his name. “I really would have been sold as a sex slave.”

  “Yeah.”

  A shiver wracked through her, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight against my chest.

  “That man at the ocean yesterday,” I said, hating to freak her out but needing to, “you’re sure you didn’t recognize him?”

  “No.”

  I sat quiet and used one hand to pull up a file I planned to attach to the email bound for the FBI.

  She kept her body tight to mine, but shifted to watch as I scrolled through the images, some blurred a bit, but most clear as day.

  Khaki man made an appearance alongside Alexi Dvornikov in a picture the FBI had on file.

  “That’s him,” I said without a doubt in my head.

  “Oh, God. Did you know?”

  “Not until just now, but I had a weird vibe when he walked past us the second time.”

  “That’s why we left so abruptly, isn’t it?” Dasia asked, turning her focus on me.

  “Yeah. It’s also why I sped down the highway—we had a tail for close to a mile before I smoked his ass.”

  I sat staring at the fucker before it hit me. “How did he know where to find you? Did you tell anyone where you were?”

  “The only one I talked to outside the club since getting here is Stacey.”

  “Did you tell her where you were?”

  “No.”

  “Did you say anything that would hint at your being here?”

  She chewed on her lower lip but shook her head. “I’m positive—at least I’m pretty sure.”

  “Call her.”