I’d walked away to punish her, yet I felt like I was the one being punished.
I walked back across the hallway toward her room and readied the key to lock the door. I leaned one hand on the wood, my gaze on the key, and swallowed, wondering what the fuck had gotten into me. The sooner I got rid of that woman, the better. She was getting under my skin, and all she’d done was almost come on my tongue and tell me she hated me.
What kind of fucked-upness was that?
I wondered what she was doing in there now. Was she sleeping? Or waiting for me? Was she reaching between her thighs and wishing her hand was my tongue? Could she still feel me? My hot breath against her swollen pussy, my teeth nipping at her thighs?
I slammed my hand on the door in frustration.
I wanted her.
I wanted to fuck her body and defile her in ways she couldn’t even begin to imagine.
The urge was primal and dark, not fucking hearts and rainbows. That feisty mouth of hers, those narrowed wolf eyes staring daggers into my soul…Fuck, I wanted to own her with my cock and show her who her master was. I slammed my hand against the door again before shaking my head and storming off toward the shower.
If she fucking left, then she fucking left.
At least I wouldn’t have to hurt her like Hardy was ordering me to.
I turned the shower on and stripped out of my bloody jeans and tore off the stupid goddamn mask I’d been wearing, taking in the many cuts and bruises forming on my already scar-riddled skin. Grazes and gashes, broken ribs, and a swollen shoulder from the dislocation.
At least I wasn’t dead. No doubt it was what I deserved to be after the life I’d lead.
It hadn’t always been like this though. I hadn’t always been like this. Once upon a time I’d been as innocent as she was. But that was a real long time ago, and that boy was long since dead.
I climbed in under the icy water, letting it beat down against the back of my neck and soothe the throbbing headache I had forming. The water stung like a motherfucker as it got into every cut, and with every sting of pain my dick got harder and harder until I fisted my cock and began pumping it slowly. The water was like cold shards on my skin, biting into the muscles and flesh and cutting me. I leaned against the shower wall, one hand on my cock as I thought about her beautiful pussy and how it had tasted. The way it had glistened as I lapped at it. The way her hips had bucked, desperate for more as I’d fucked her with my tongue. God, I’d wanted nothing more than to have her come around my mouth. To feel her body pulsing against my tongue and her juices flooding me. I pumped my cock harder and groaned as the freezing water sluiced over me, making my balls draw up and my nipples hard.
A noise had my eyes opening, and my gaze found its way to her standing there in the doorway, wearing my old Metallica T-shirt and boxer shorts and looking fucking beautiful. Her hair was wild around her shoulders and her skin was pale like milk. She looked innocent and beautiful. Her gaze moved to my hand on my cock, her tongue darting out to wet her parted lips, and I pumped myself harder.
She took a hesitant step toward me and I grunted in need for her. “Get over here,” I growled out.
She should have run.
She could have, and I wouldn’t have chased her.
She should have left the house—and me—behind, because I would bring her nothing but pain.
But instead she lifted the hem of the T-shirt and pulled it over her head before dropping it on the floor and coming closer to me. I dropped my head behind my arm so she couldn’t see my face and she frowned.
Her tits were big, bigger than a handful, and I could imagine squeezing them together and pumping my dick back and forth between them. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me, I wanted her.
She looked frightened but determined, the same expression she always wore. It was what turned me on so much; her fear made her stronger whereas with most people it made them weak. She bent down and picked something up, and my gaze followed her every move. When she reached the shower, she closed her eyes and held out her hand and I looked to see my mask in her palm. I frowned and took it from her grip before tying it back around my face.
“I said come here,” I growled again, and she opened her eyes and stepped under the water with me.
She squealed and took a step back, but I grabbed her and pulled her closer to me, slamming her soft body to my hard one. “It’s freezing!” she stuttered.
“Relax into it,” I soothed, pulling her closer to my chest.
She placed her cheek on it, her arms wrapping around me as her body sought warmth. Her hard nipples pressed against my chest as she shivered, and I smoothed her hair back from her face so that when she looked up at me, all I could see were her golden eyes capturing me, holding me, swallowing me. She was so pure and fucking beautiful.
Her shivering had almost gone and I reached around to turn the heat up on the water, almost coming when her lips parted and she sighed as the now warm water pelted her full breasts. I reached out and cupped them, pinching her nipples and enjoying the small squeal she let out. My hands slid down her body as I pulled her closer to me, further under the warm water.
A growl of satisfaction rumbled in my chest and I leaned down and wrapped my mouth around her nipple, biting down just hard enough to hurt before soothing the sting with my tongue. Her hands dug into my hair, pulling at it with every roll of my tongue.
I looked up at her, desire like I’d never felt before filling me. Her hair was sodden to her cheeks, her lips parted and her eyes screwed up in pleasure as I dragged my hand between her breasts and down her belly to cup her pussy. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her body tighten around the welcome intrusion. She was tight, and my head was spinning with the need to plunge my cock into her, ravaging every hole she had, but we’d only have this one time and I wasn’t about to waste it. She bucked against my hand, lifting her leg up to my waist as I slid a second finger inside. Her hands reached out to grip my hard cock before sliding up and down the full length of it.
Her gaze hit mine, golden wolf-like eyes that burned so fucking bright they stained my black soul. The pad of my thumb rubbed across her clit and her grip tightened on my cock. Every flick of my fingers or drag of my thumb across her swollen pussy made her tighten her grip or drag her hand up and down my shaft.
I wanted to fuck her. Scratch that, I needed to fuck her. But we were neck and neck in a game of who could tease the other one more, and there was no way this woman was beating me at that game. I always won.
I pushed another finger inside her and she gasped, her tongue flicking out to swipe along her bottom lip. The water continued to rain down on us, hot sprays keeping us warm and wet as we brought each other to the brink of orgasm and then both backed off. We were both frantic and panting, the urge to come making my balls ache and my muscles throb.
This woman was driving me fuckin’ crazy.
Her cheeks were flushed as she suddenly released my cock and moved back from me, my fingers sliding out of her tight, wet pussy with ease. The words get-the-fuck-back-here hadn’t left my mouth before she was dropping to her knees and wrapping her mouth around my rock-hard cock.
“Fuck,” I grunted between gritted teeth.
She slid me all the way in, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat in one quick movement while her hands moved to my balls, gently squeezing them. My hands went to her hair, gripping it tightly and pulling it away from her face so I could stare down at her, seeing myself sliding between those swollen lips of hers, her tongue swirling around it, teeth pressing down hard enough to hint at pain but gentle enough to make my balls draw up.
Water rained down on her face as her golden eyes stared back at me, and fuck me, I was done for when she tipped her head back further and opened her throat up, taking me deeper, sucking me harder, teeth grazing, lips wrapped tight, cock pulsing.
“Fuck yeah!” I grunted as hot come drenched the inside of her mouth. I gripped her hair tighter, pushing myself further down her throat,
loving how she took all of me, eyes watering, cheeks flushed, nipples hard and still hungry for more. “Fuck yeah.”
Her hands continued to play with my balls as I drained them into her mouth, my cum sliding down her hungry throat.
I released her hair, my chest heaving, my eyes burning with desire. My cock slipped from her mouth with a pop and she smiled up at me, looking every bit like a beautiful villain in a Disney movie. Tits pert and nipples hard, her hand moving between her legs to touch herself.
“My turn,” I gritted before reaching down and dragging her back up to her feet.
One of her hands wrapped around the back of my neck and she stared into my eyes. “Fuck yeah,” she replied cockily, smirking at me.
I barked out a laugh and she raised an eyebrow, her smirk still in place. She used both hands to press down on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees so I was in line with her swollen pussy. What the fuck was happening? I was the one in charge—always. This woman needed to learn her place.
And she would.
But right then I had a pussy to feast on.
I grabbed her leg and threw it over my shoulder, giving me full access to her. She placed a hand on the wall next to her, bracing herself as I pressed my mouth to her, “Fuck yeah,” I growled against her sensitive bud, making her whole body shudder with pleasure. “Motherfucking fuck yeah,” I growled again before gripping her ass and plunging my tongue into her.
~ 16 ~
Fighter
We lay in a wet tangle of limbs, her head resting on my chest and her leg thrown over mine. I could feel her heart still pounding heavily against my chest. We hadn’t even fucked, but it sure fuckin’ felt like we had. I’d come so many times over her, in her, on her, my dick ached against my thigh as her fingers trailed down my sweaty chest toward it again.
“Fuck, woman,” I mumbled, the cotton of my mask really beginning to piss me off.
She chuckled and her hand stopped trailing downward, instead lying flat over my taut stomach.
I was hungry—starving, even. I’d make us something to eat. Fuck, what did I even have for her to eat? All I had was boxes of mac and cheese, ramen noodles, and whiskey. Not exactly a diet of healthy living.
Her body shifted, her breasts pressing against me. Fuck, that felt good. Everything about this felt good. Everything about her felt good. Warm and right and fucking good. And the way she couldn’t stop touching me? It was obvious that this felt right for her too.
“So what now?” she asked, her voice filling the silence that hung between us and squashing all thoughts of breakfast and fucking her mouth again.
Because yeah, what now?
Now I needed to take a digit of hers and drop her back off with Daddy. That was what the fuck now.
She must have sensed how I tensed at the question, and I let her shift in my arms to look up at me. I glanced down at her, her golden eyes holding me momentarily hostage before I tore my gaze away.
I pushed her away and sat up. “Now it’s time to go home, Penny.”
I waited for her to look hurt, to cry and ask to stay with me. But it never came. Her head stayed up, her shoulders back, and she nodded. I loved that about her. Any other woman would have crumbled and begged for more from a man, but not her. Woman was too smart and too proud. She knew how this would end just as much as I did.
It was over; whatever it had been, it was all over now.
Time to get back to reality.
Time to slice and dice this bitch and get back to my fuckin’ club.
That was why she hadn’t been able to keep her hands to herself; because she knew once it was over, it was time to deal with the reality of the situation. Because prey and predator could never be more than that.
“Penny…” I started but wasn’t sure how to finish. Shit, I wasn’t even sure what to say.
Her mouth lifted fractionally, the miniscule movement drawing my attention back to her mouth. Fuck, I really wanted to kiss her again.
“It’s fine. No need to explain.” She shifted uncomfortably and looked down.
I nodded and dragged a hand down my naked chest before sighing. “It is what it is, right.”
“Right,” she agreed, looking back up at me.
The sick part of me wanted to see hurt in her eyes, but the human side of me was glad when she gave me nothing. I stood up, feeling her heated stare on my naked ass. I looked back over my shoulder with a grin that she couldn’t see because of my mask, realizing my mistake immediately as her golden eyes took in my clubs’ tattoo covering the entirety of my back.
She looked away quickly, but it was too late; she’d seen it.
I’d never fucked up.
Not once.
I was always careful; no club colors, no patches, nothing that anyone could recognize as being part of the Devil’s Highwaymen.
I was a soldier for my club and mistakes couldn’t afford to be made. They could put me, my club, and my brothers in danger.
“Penny,” I growled and she shook her head, refusing to acknowledge what we both knew. “Penny,” I said again and this time she looked at me. Her gaze going from my face to my tattoo. Her eyes taking in every intricate line that Sketch had given me when I’d patched in. Every drag of that needle across my skin, bleeding away my past life and giving birth to my new one.
I’d been a boy before the club, fascinated with blood and death, pain and torture. Then I’d joined the Highwaymen and I’d grown into a man loving all those same things, but my tastes had darkened further.
And now?
Now after Penny?
What the fuck was I now?
What would I be if I killed her?
Because that was what it would take now.
Her death. Her blood. All of it on my hands. For my club. For my brothers.
We stared at one another silently for several minutes, me coming to terms with what I now had to do because of my fuckup, and her realizing the repercussions of my mistake.
I grabbed a T-shirt from the floor and threw it at her. “Get dressed.” And then I was storming from the room and locking the door behind me. I headed back to my own room, flicking the switch so I could watch her get dressed. So I could see those perfect tits one last fucking time.
My cell was on the table next to my weed, and I rolled a joint and lit it as I contemplated what I would do to her. How I would end her life. I lit the joint and inhaled deeply, needing the calm effect to wash over me. My cell flashed with a message and I opened the phone and read it.
IT DONE YET?
It was Hardy. Motherfucker needed to give me some time.
I was a man, not a machine.
Wasn’t I?
Wasn’t I?
ALMOST, I replied.
I glared as his reply came through.
ALMOST AIN’T GOOD ENOUGH. GET IT FUCKING DONE. HER DADDY NEEDS TO KNOW NOT TO FUCK WITH OTHER CLUBS OR EVERYONE HE LOVES WILL PAY.
Jesus fucking Christ, he was ranting like a motherfucker, just to top my crappy fuckin’ day off.
THAT BITCH BETTER BE HURTING AND CRYING TO DADDY WHEN YOU’RE DONE WITH HER.
I snarled as his words continued to tumble onto the screen.
MAKE HER WEEP AND BLEED. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU DO. JUST GET IT THE FUCK DONE. LESSONS NEED TO BE TAUGHT.
I dragged a hand down my face. My body was aching and sore from my crash, bruises had formed all over my arms and legs, the side of my chest was practically purple with road rash burning up one side of me, yet his words, the realization of what had to be done was more painful than any of my wounds.
I slammed my phone down on the table, the screen cracking with the force. I was still naked, joint hanging from my lips, dick limp between my thighs, and a burning rage running wild inside me. Hurt her? I had to kill her. She knew which club was responsible now. She’d fuck everything up. Her daddy would kill every single one of my brothers, and me. He’d burn our fucking club to the ground Or at least try.
This would mean war
. Plain and simple. And I wasn’t about to put my family in that position.
I had no choice.
Putting my joint in the overflowing ashtray, I reached over to my cut hanging on the back of my chair and pulled out my knife from the inside pocket. I thought about getting dressed, but decided it would be easier naked; there’d be less evidence and I could shower her blood off of me, so fuck it. Then the whole house could burn. I took one more glance at her on the camera. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her T-shirt on and her long hair swept over one shoulder as she stared at the door.
She was waiting for me.
She knew what was coming.
And fuck me if I hated that most of all.
I stalked across the hallway, the blade in my hand and an ache in my chest.
The key was still in the lock and I turned it before pushing the door open. Her head was bowed, chin to chest, but she looked up when the door opened, her eyes flitting between me and the knife. I wanted her to scream and cry, to beg for me not to hurt her, to try to give me reasons why I shouldn’t. But all she gave me was the golden glow of her eyes searing into my soul as she raised her chin and stood up.
We stared at one another, her a broken daddy’s girl wanting nothing more than to run from her responsibilities as a daughter and princess of her club and to have a life which was her own, and me, an evil madman wanting nothing more than to chase her every step of the way.
My expression may have been impassive, but that did nothing to hide the hate for this which was swallowing me whole. Devouring me like a demon devoured a virgin bride.
She sighed. “It is what it is, dark angel.”
I scowled. “What did you just call me?”
She shrugged. “You’re my dark angel. My monster. You’re light and dark, evil and good. And you’re mine.”
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