by Levine, Nina
He came to me, holding the roll of bondage tape he didn’t use that often. Cuffs were his preference, or rope. But tape was quick to use and I figured that was why he’d gone with it tonight. His eyes met mine, and he said, “On the bed, baby, back against the headboard, arms up.”
Our bed had a padded headboard, which he’d insisted on for my comfort. Attached to the wall just above the headboard was a wrought iron bar and that was one of Kick’s favourite things in our entire house. It was what he often used to restrain me. The bar was also one of my favourite things because when he used it, I was guaranteed the best orgasms.
I sat on the bed, watching with anticipation as he came to me. He grabbed one of my hands and taped it to the bar, and then repeated this with my other hand. My core clenched; he was rougher than I’d hoped for, and I loved it.
He dumped the tape on the floor and then took hold of my jaw with one hand while the other one trailed down my neck to my breasts. His eyes followed his hand and lingered on my chest for a while before coming back to meet my gaze. “Fucking hell, Evie, even after all these years, I want you so damn much.” He brought his lips to mine and kissed me while still holding my jaw firmly. I could feel his need in his kiss, and my heart beat faster in my chest at the thought of what was to come.
After he ended the kiss, he let me go and spread my legs wide, bringing my knees up so my feet were resting on the bed. His eyes focused on my pussy, and I watched as he fought to control himself. Kick was good at making himself wait, but that didn’t mean his restraint was easy to achieve. He had to work hard at it.
Shifting onto his stomach, he positioned his mouth so he could lick the length of my pussy. I shut my eyes and let the pleasure consume me. His hands gripped my legs, and his lips and tongue brought me to orgasm faster than they ever had. I screamed out his name and fought against the tape that was restraining me.
I need to touch him.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispered as he moved and brought his face to mine.
I opened my eyes and stared into his. Oh god, I loved this man. “Undo me, Kick, I want to touch you . . .”
I hadn’t expected him to listen to me, but he moved off the bed, grabbed his knife from the drawer and came back to free me. However, he didn’t have plans for me to touch him. He grabbed hold of me and pulled me to him. Then he moved a pillow down the bed and flipped me so my belly was lying over the pillow with my ass slightly raised. He took hold of both my hands and stretched my arms out on the bed above me while he lay over the top of me. Pressing my hands into the bed, he grunted as he slammed his cock into me.
Hard.
Rough.
Yes.
He pulled out and thrust back in. “Fuck,” he growled against my ear sending even more pleasure through me. I loved hearing his need escape from his lips.
The room was silent around us except for the feral sounds of Kick fucking me. Bodies slamming together, breaths coming hard and fast, grunts as we both reached for our release, and, finally, the roar as we orgasmed.
Kick collapsed on top of me and I didn’t even care that his weight was almost crushing me. I was lost in the pleasure he’d just given me. Eventually, he did move off me to lie next to me. He pulled me against his body, positioning me so my head was resting on his chest.
We were silent for a few minutes until he said, “Promise me we’ll still be fucking like that when we’re sixty.”
I laughed and lifted my head to look up at him. “If I know you as well as I think I know you, we’ll still be fucking like that when we’re ninety.”
Grinning at me, he nodded. “I reckon you might be right there, sweetheart.”
I moved so I was sitting next to him. My fingers traced a lazy pattern on his chest and my eyes met his. Smiling, I whispered, “I can only see one thing slowing us down.”
He frowned. “What?”
“The kids we’re going to have.”
He sat up, the look on his face changing. Staring at me with a look of amazement, he asked, “Are you about to tell me what I think you’re about to tell me?”
I nodded, a wash of emotion taking over me. “Yes. You’re going to be a daddy.”
His eyes widened and a huge grin filled his face. And then he practically crushed me to the bed and kissed me. He kissed me for an eternity, and when he’d finished, he looked down at me through eyes that couldn’t hide his love even if he tried, and said, “I love you, Evie Hanson.”
I looped my arms around his neck, and said, “Not as much as I love you, Kick Hanson.”
He chuckled. “You might think you wear the pants in this relationship, sweetheart, but I’m telling you now, if we have a daughter, I’m the boss of her. And that’s a ‘we clear’ statement.”
I laughed. “Oh God, I hope we have a girl. Kick Hanson scaring off boys . . . I want to watch that.”
He groaned, a look of pure pain flashing across his face. “Fuck, that’s gonna be worse than dealing with men watching you.”
As I watched my man declare his love for me in more ways than one, I realised how happy I was.
Finally.
We’d been through so much and we’d fought so hard for this over the years. And we’d finally done it. We’d created our own family, and this family would always love and protect its own.
Always.
Nitro’s Torment
The Sydney Storm MC are back and war is coming.
Nitro’s Torment takes the Storm MC to a new level. Dark, gritty and fast-paced, this book is an adrenaline ride right to the very last page.
Tatum Lee is a pain in my ass.
She’s stubborn, full of attitude, and she doesn’t like to do what she’s told.
And yet, at a time when I should be focusing on the war my club is at, she consumes my mind because she’s also fearless and fierce, and I’ve never met a woman like her.
The thing about war, though, is the minute you let your focus drop, your enemy rises up and attacks. And sometimes they bring you to your knees in ways you never imagined.
The other thing about war? You learn just what you’re capable of doing to protect those you love.
Dedication
To those of us still searching for home
to love
gentle self-care
opening ourselves up
trusting
so much trusting
believing in someone
that they will hold our heart in their hands
and cherish it
cherish us
to finding our home
that place where our souls can breathe
where our hearts can smile
to finding the person who can give us that
love & home
Nitro
“The Hammer’s Coming Down” by Nickelback
Scanning the busy casino floor, my gaze locked onto the guy I’d come here for. You’re mine, fucker. I stalked in his direction, pushing people out of the way. Being Saturday night, a crowd was in residence. That would only help my mission. Less chance of anyone involving themself in what was going down.
About ten steps from my goal, a leggy blonde ran into me. I stopped and attempted to move swiftly around her. However, she had other ideas.
Turning to face me, the glare on her face said it all, but she insisted on wasting my time with her words. With an arch of her brows, she said, “Do you give a shit that I just twisted my ankle in these heels because you weren’t watching where you were walking?”
My eyes held hers. “You wanna back that up and get your facts straight?”
“My facts are straight, asshole. You’re the one who was barrelling through here, not me.”
My gaze flicked quickly to the guy I was after. Still at the table, thank fuck. Eyeing her again, I barked, “I don’t give a fuck who was doing what. You need to move out of my way.” If the casino wasn’t so damn packed, I wouldn’t even bother to argue with her, I’d just continue on my way. As it was, I couldn�
��t move either side of her.
“Does that usually work for you?”
I raked my fingers through my hair, keeping an eye on my target. “Yeah, it does.” I drew my attention back to her and lowered my face. “Now, get the fuck out of my way before I physically move you myself.”
Her nostrils flared. “Men like you don’t scare me. Just so you know.” With that, she stepped aside and I strode away from her without a second glance.
A few minutes later, I stared into the eyes of the man I believed was able to give me the information my club had been after for weeks. “You need to stand and leave with me now.”
Hatred bled from him as he glared at me. “I don’t need to fucking do anything.”
“You do. Because if you don’t, that tight cunt waiting for you at home won’t be breathing when you get there.”
He scowled. “You’re full of shit.”
I clenched my jaw and shoved my face closer to his. “You wanna fucking test that theory? I can phone my boys waiting outside your place if you want. Have them send over a photo.”
He shoved his chair back. “This isn’t going down how you think it is, Nitro.”
I pushed him. “Start fucking walking and shut your mouth. The only way this is going down is how I say.”
Neither of us would be leaving until I knew who was responsible for all the pain dealt to some of our club’s family members over the last few months.
* * *
“Today’s not your day, motherfucker.” I grunted the words out as I reached for his throat. Gripping him hard, I squeezed until he could no longer suck air down into his lungs. “You wanna fuck with my family, you’re gonna deal with me. And I don’t give second chances.”
Clawing at my fingers, he attempted to struggle out of my hold, but it was a fruitless battle. Pathetic sounds came from his throat, the kind of noises that only fuelled my bloodlust. Those sounds rolled through the back alley we were in, lingering in the same way the putrid smells out there did. Thunder cracked overhead and lightning cut through the black sky. It was only a matter of time before rain fell, but I didn’t care if we spent the rest of the night getting drenched; I would get what I came for.
I ripped my hand from his throat to fist my fingers in his hair. Yanking his head back, I roared, “Give me the fucking name!”
His lips curled up in a snarl. “Go to hell. I don’t rat on my club.”
Anger blurred my vision as I spun him around and shoved him headfirst into the brick wall in front of us. His scream of agony as he smashed into the bricks and crumpled to the ground rushed through my veins like a hit of cocaine. This was the kind of high I craved and I clenched my fists, ready to keep going. My boots thudded on the bitumen as I moved to stand over him. Blood covered his face, pouring from the deep gash I’d inflicted on his forehead.
Wrenching him up by his shirt, I backed him against the wall, slamming his body hard. “By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll rat on anyone I fucking want you to.”
Drawing long, ragged breaths, he shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off with a punch to his cheek. Blood flew through the air as his head snapped to the side from the impact.
I knew his type, so I knew he honestly thought he wouldn’t rat on his club. But it was only a matter of time before he would be in a world of pain and begging me to stop. After that, it wouldn’t take long to drag the information I needed from him.
Pulling my knife from its sheath attached to my belt, I dragged the tip of it across the base of his throat, pressing hard enough to draw a few drops of blood. The determination in his eyes wavered. “It’s been a long day, asshole, and I don’t feel like shooting the shit with you for hours. Let’s hurry this the fuck along.”
“I’m not a fucking snitch,” he snarled.
“Tonight you are. Or else you’re dead.”
His lips pressed together, a signal that he needed further encouragement. I ran the knife down his chest to his crotch. “But first we’ll start with your dick. Ever seen one cut off?”
He flinched and I knew I had him. Even if I had to cut into his skin some more, he’d sing before he’d lose his dick or his life.
When he didn’t respond, I took hold of his shirt and ripped it open. Buttons rained down onto the ground before his shirt joined them.
My eyes met his. “Changed my mind. First we’ll start with this.” I squeezed one of his nipples, and swiftly sliced it off.
“Motherfucker!” His scream of pain echoed around us as his body jerked.
I blocked his attempt to fight back by smashing him against the brick wall again. “Yeah, I am. You ready to lose the other one?” As the words left my mouth, I grabbed his other nipple, ready to make good on my threat. Patience was not one of my virtues.
He gritted his teeth through heavy breaths. “Fuck you!”
Blood streamed down his chest and stomach when I slashed his other nipple off. I hardly processed his string of expletives; I was completely focused on my next move.
Gripping the waistband of his jeans, I tore the button off and zip down. I then yanked them and his briefs down. He stood in front of me, naked with his pants around his ankles, anger and fear rolling off him in equal parts.
And then he really started fighting for his life.
Bring it the fuck on.
His punch clocked my cheek as I straightened from lowering his pants. I’d expected it and retaliated by dropping my head and ramming it into his chest while wrapping my arms around his torso. Using all my strength, I swung him around and barrelled him to the ground. He landed so hard I was concerned I’d knocked him out, which was not my intention. But, his body writhed under mine telling me he was still in this fight.
Legs and arms kicked and clawed at me in his attempt to escape. I had to have fifty pounds on him, though, so he was no match.
Pressing my lower body down on his, restraining his legs, I took hold of his wrists and pinned him to the ground, pushing my chest up off his. “You wanna fight? I can guarantee that you won’t win.”
“I’ll fucking die before I’ll tell you anything,” he spat.
I stared down at him, wondering just how long I’d have to draw this shit out. As much as I could inflict pain all night long, I was aware the cops had increased their nightly sweeps of the city in the last week, so I needed to move this along.
I moved his hands above his head so I could pin both of them to the ground with one of mine rather than both, and then reached into my pocket for my phone.
Pulling Devil’s number up, I dialled him. “Get me that photo of his bitch. And draw some fucking blood for it.”
“On it.” The line went dead and he left to take care of my request.
I met the asshole’s eyes again. “You might be willing to die, but let’s see if you’re ready to let us chop your old lady up.”
His hard eyes held mine, probably calculating his options. They then narrowed and he said, “You’re full of shit. You do that or kill me, my club only escalates this further, and your club is down so many members you wouldn’t be able to win that battle.”
His club, the Silver Hell MC, had spent the last three months exacting revenge on ours for King, our president, killing one of their members. King had killed him because he’d hurt King’s sister. But their revenge had involved far more than simply going after King or our members. They’d also gone after our families, hurting them any way they could. The truce they’d called for last week wasn’t one we were interested in.
I hissed. “What you’re failing to realise here is that King declared war today. You thought we’d accept your truce? No fucking way. You’ve no idea who he’s called in, but I’ll tell you now that our numbers have been more than replenished. And one other thing… you should have known that no one fucks with King and gets away with it.”
I let go of his hands and slid myself down his body so I could grab his dick. I then scored my blade along the length of it. Not deep, just enough for blo
od to pool.
“Fuck!” he roared, trying unsuccessfully to fight me. “King doesn’t give a shit about you. He’s built that club full of members who do his dirty work, and it’s all for his own gain. When are you going to wake up and see that?”
I cut into his dick again. His body jerked underneath me while he continued to battle me for control. “When are you going to wake the fuck up and see that King gets his hands dirtier than any of us could ever dream of? And what he’s built is an army of soldiers, willing to fight to the fucking end.”
My phone buzzed with a text and I smiled when I saw the photo Devil had sent.
Blood and tits all wrapped up in extreme terror. This guy didn’t need to know we’d never make good on our threat to harm his woman. He also didn’t need to know the amount of blood in the photo was exaggerated by Devil smearing a small cut worth of blood over her skin.
The end justifies the means.
I leaned forward, pushed my hand against his chest to keep him down and shoved the phone in his face. “You ready to lose that?”
His chest heaved with heavy breath after heavy breath. Finally, he broke. “Room 1242.” Regret and fury spewed out of his mouth along with his tip-off.
“What the fuck is that?”
“That’s the room he’s staying in tonight.”
“Where?”
“Here.”
Fuck, so close.
I stared at him and saw the moment he realised where this was heading. Sitting calmly atop of him, I moved my knife from his dick, ready to rid his club of another member.
He thrashed under me, trying like hell to buck me off.
It was that fight I loved the most.
That last ditch attempt to cling to life while I took his last breath.