Widow (Reapers MC Book 4)

by Elizabeth Knox

  Crave makes it apparent that they don’t sell sex. I’ve looked over a wide variety of their contracts, signing up as an exclusive Crave girl for OneEye, but I also signed up for the girlfriend experience. The women and men who want to have a girl, or sometimes a guy with them pays a flat hourly fee. They take us out on dates, go shopping, and lots of other things. What they do not pay Crave for is to have a sexual relationship with us. We’re simply paid for our time on the date. Anything else that happens is a consensual, mutual decision between two adults.

  “I was going to run home to let Bubbles out … You never just ask me if I’m going to the office, though. What do you need me for?” Gia is a hands down legend. One of the most professional women I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. She’s straight to the point, but she’s also courteous.

  “Harlow’s sick. Do you think you could jump in on her date today? It’s in an hour.”

  I take in a quick breath, “Who’s her date?”

  “Nikolai.” Jesus. Of course, it has to be Nikolai. I’ve never let myself fuck any of the men I’ve gone out on dates with. Well, besides Nikolai. Every time I look at him it feels like I’m fucking someone else. Someone from my past who turned me into the jaded woman I am today.

  There are often nights where I find myself dreaming about Widow, but instead of his face I see Nikolai’s. At least with Nikolai I know that I’m nothing but a piece of ass. A piece of ass that gets paid very well, I might add.

  “I’ll do it. Where am I supposed to meet him?” I ask as a formality, but we all know where he wants to meet me. It’s where he wants to meet all of us. Within the comfort of his own home.

  2

  I didn’t get here by luck. I worked and made sacrifices that most would not.

  -CanadianCookingAdventures.com

  Rebel

  I didn’t need the directions from Gia on how to get to Nikolai’s house. By doing this trip so many times, I know it like the back of my hand. He lives on the outside of North Vegas, so I went up I-15 and took the exit closest to his house. I had to drive another few miles and then drive up to his gate.

  I’ve been here so many times that I have my own passcode to get in. I’m not really sure if that’s a good thing or a bad one. As the gate opens for me, I slowly step on the gas, making my way up his drive and to his house.

  He loves the modern arts and his house reflects that. We may be in the desert, but his house looks like it should be in the clouds. A gray with a blue undertone paints his palace, some parts of it is covered in a blue slate stone.

  I park my Range Rover and step out, making my way up the stone steps. I don’t look anything special today. He’s used to seeing me in a variety of clothing, though. All I had planned for the day was to drop Zoe off at school and then go back to the house and shoot as many images as I could for OneEye. Hell, I might’ve gotten a couple of videos too.

  “You look ravishing,” Before I’m even on the steps his deep, Russian accent comes purring out. I look up from the steps, catching his eyes raking over my body. His eyes are a soft blue, just like the light of ocean waters. He’s in his early to mid-forties. I’m not sure of his age because I’ve never asked. It’s really none of my business anyway. I’m here to do a job. Nothing more, and nothing less. He has brown hair with gray streaks going through, his facial hair matches with the same tones and somehow the man is oddly tan.

  He told me during one of the first times I met him that he’s from a small town in Northern Russia. I wonder if that has anything to do with his complexion, or if he’s hitting up the tanning salon just like the Russian girls do.

  I scoff, “Eh. This is a lazy day for me.” I’m in a pair of shredded light denim jeans with a black KISS tank. I’m as plain Jane as I can get right now. Well, besides my magenta pink hair. I let Zoe pick out my latest hair conquest. We just bleached it down to try a fun new color. The last time I let her pick a color, her eyes landed on the key lime green. Now, that was hard to pull off. But, I managed!

  “And yet somehow you still manage to look like a little muffin I want to eat.”

  I cock an eyebrow at him and snicker as he holds the door out for me to enter. “You’re just saying that because you want to fuck me.”

  “Straight to the point. This is one of the many things I enjoy about you.” His hand goes to the small of my back as he walks inside of his home. I’ll never get over the eclectic furniture he has across his space. It’s a mixture of modern with pieces from the seventies. I’m more of a dark and contemporary girl myself, but to each their own. He grabs the back of my hair and squeezes, tugging me towards him. “You may go to your room now.”

  Just like that I know where he wants me. He’s never told me what he does for a living, but what I’ve learned is that these men are under high stress situations. It’s why they’re into this kinky shit in the way they are. Nikolai has a particular taste, but not too far fetched.

  I walk down the hallway and head up the small set of stairs into the room. Opening the door, I see the pink walls and Hello Kitty objects placed along the space. Nikolai isn’t one of those freaks who are into teenagers. If that was the case, I wouldn’t be here. What he does love is a sugar baby or a girl who calls him ‘Daddy’, naughty schoolgirls and so much more. Essentially, the girls who come here are every man’s wet dream. Nikolai simply gets to act on his deepest fantasies.

  I strip out of my clothing and hide my clothing under a couple of pillows. I won’t allow anything to interfere with the fantasy that he wants. When I’m with him, it’s about him. Only, it isn’t. My pleasure matters just as much as his does, and he’s always sure I get it.

  I approach the soft pink dresser on the other end of the wall and pull out the top drawer. A variety of outfits are here, even some new ones. My little eyes spot a leopard print two piece set. It’s the same pink as the walls, and you can see right through it. I slide on the shorts, bringing them up just below my belly button so my ass hanging out of the shorts. Taking in a quick breath, I slide on the top, putting my fingers over the fur that coats the bottom.

  I’m not normally the type of girl who enjoys being pretty in pink, but I have to admit, Nikolai picks the best shit. With my fingers, I bring my long locks into a high ponytail. I know Nikolai will love it. Hopefully he loves it enough to give me a decent sized gift too.

  The door opens and in comes Nikolai, wearing a smile that screams he’s the cat who caught the canary. “If you tell me I look ravishing, I just might have to be a naughty girl.” I give him a half smile that tells him I’m only planning on being naughty. I think we both like it when I play hard to get.

  “I’ll keep my compliments to myself for the time being.” He mews as he approaches me, grazing his fingertips on my ass. His deliberately scans his eyes over me in a calculating manner. It reminds me of a predator looking at his prey.

  I make my way over to the round bed in the middle of the room. Pink curtains come half way down the ceiling, adding yet another innocent touch in this room. I lean down on the bed, keeping my ass nice and high for Nikolai.

  There comes a point in our visits where I don’t know if he’s going to throw me off and do something I don’t expect, or if he’ll stay on the same road we’ve gone down before. I feel a heating sensation ring across my ass and come to the realization that he’s just spanked me. “Was that for being a naughty girl?” I ask, cocking my head back to look at him.

  The stare that meets me is ravenous. “No, but this is.” He brings my bedazzled butt plug into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, before bringing it to the rim of my ass, inserting it slowly. I want to talk back, to tell him that I hate not being fucked in my ass, but he already knows that. Which is exactly why he’s doing this to me right now.

  He keeps his thumb on the butt plug, making sure it’s nice and cozy inside me. Meanwhile, he’s sunk two fingers in my pussy, easing them in and out. “You think it’s hot to defy your daddy, don’t you?”

  I don’t respo
nd with words. Instead, my only response is biting my bottom lip, bringing my tongue around it. He takes a few steps away from me and goes for the jewelry box on top of the dresser. Fiddling around for a moment, he brings two bullets back with him and turns them on. They’re tiny little things, and before I can ask him what his plan is, he’s sliding them inside my pussy. When the metal connects, it sends an awakening force through my body, causing me to keep my legs together. I don’t want to move them because I feel like I’ll come right this second.

  “You’re going to get that pussy of yours nice and wet for me, kitten. In the meantime, you make daddy’s cock nice and wet. He’s been thinking of you for far too long.” Nikolai unbuckles his belt, sliding it through the loops and allows his pants to hit the floor. I watch as he takes his boxers off and then his shirt, revealing the countless tattoos that cover his body.

  He loops his belt around my wrists so I can’t move them at all. The restriction he’s giving me only serves to excite me, wondering what the hell he’s doing this time. He stands before me on the bed, yanks my hair and brings me towards his cock. I can only use my mouth to pleasure him.

  Darting my tongue out, I swirl around his massive head. I’ve been with a few men, but none of them have a cock quite like Nikolai’s. Where he has length, he’s also girthy as fuck. This man makes me scream out in pleasure when he’s forcefully fucking my ass. If I’m good enough today, he may even decide to fuck my ass as a reward. But with Nikolai, I can never tell.

  He grabs the back of my head and shoves his cock down my throat, forcing me to breathe through my nose, but even with breathing I can’t help but gag on his cock. He leans over my body, rocking his cock in and out of my throat as his fingers play with my ass and pussy.

  Jesus. I want to cry out when the metal of the bullets and my plug meet. They’re only separated by a thin layer of skin so when they connect, the vibration goes through my ass as well.

  I moan around his cock, moving my hands to his balls, wanting him to release his load in my mouth. There’s nothing I find hotter than tasting a man’s come on my lips. Although, I can say the same in regard to women as well. I never mind playing on both teams. Each has something unique to offer.

  He pulls out the bullets from my pussy and removes his cock from my mouth, moving my body down onto the plush carpet. My face is turned to the side, buried in the carpet with my hands on my back. He fills his cock deep inside my pussy, pounding me to no end. My cheek rubs against the carpet with each thrust. “You’re going to squirt for me today, kitten.”

  I feel him changing his position and suddenly as he fucks me, he’s only rubbing against my g-spot. I squirm and I shake, feeling the heat build up inside me. “Daddy!” I scream out, as my pussy becomes tighter around his cock. He needs to pull out now, pull out and shove it in my mouth or ass. He knows my pussy is off limits.

  “Yeah, kitten. That’s it. Let that sweet nectar out around Daddy’s cock.” He doesn’t stop, instead continuing to fuck me into oblivion. I dig my nails into my other hand, feeling him swell. There’s no mistaking this, he’s going to come inside me if he isn’t careful.

  “Daddy, put your cock in my ass!” I plead out, but he doesn’t relent. He moves quickly, faster than ever before and I feel us both losing ourselves. His cock bursts as I’m coming, all around him. Fuck. Jesus.

  He rocks himself inside me, causing me to shake through the massive orgasm I’ve just had. I don’t know what to do right now. What to even think.

  As soon as he releases me from his belt, I stand up and slap him as hard as I can. “You know you can’t come inside my pussy. What the fuck, Nikolai?”

  He cocks an eyebrow, smirking. “Why the fuck not, Rebel? You don’t have a boyfriend and I told you I was going to make you mine. You let me come in your mouth and ass multiple times a week. Fuck, I don’t even come in Harlow. I save up all my come for you.”

  I’m taken aback by what he’s just said. “Next time, come in Harlow, but not me.”

  He snickers, grabbing me by the throat, he forces me up against the wall. “Little girl, I will come inside you whenever I damn well please. I own this cunt of yours,” He sticks his finger back inside me, running his thumb over my clit. I can’t help but bend to his will, feeling my pleasure coming out over his hand. “Your body loves my touch, whether it’s my cock, mouth or hand. We both know you don’t let the others do what I do to you. Why is that? Hmm?”

  He’s asking me a question that I don’t want to answer. One that is so personal to me. The honest truth is that I like Nikolai, more than I should. I like fucking him. I like when he makes me play with a girl in front of him and then fucks my ass after. I like it when he puts me on display for his friends and makes them watch as he rams me from behind.

  I like all of it.

  That’s why.

  3

  “Be brave enough to heal yourself, even when it hurts.”

  -Bianca Sparacino

  Widow

  Shit with the club hasn’t been this crazy in a while. For fuck’s sake, Booger, and Camila fled off into the middle of bumfuck nowhere to keep her safe. But the only thing I’m thinking of right now is my ex-girlfriend, Melody. She just isn’t Melody anymore. On that flyer it reads the name ‘Rebel Rose’. Is that her new identity? She’s making a special appearance at the club tonight so I know she must be some pretty heavy level shit around here. Clubs don’t pay for anyone to make an appearance unless featuring them will pay off.

  I look over to the clock and see it reads eight at night. I’ll leave for Las Vegas in another hour and go scope out the club. Sitting around anxiously like this has me fidgeting like a nervous motherfucker. I haven’t been nervous since I was a little boy, specifically on that horrible day that turned me into a man.

  Ever since then, I haven’t allowed fear or the unknown to rule my life.

  “You look like shit.” Damon tells me as he approaches. I’m standing outside of the clubhouse, looking over the desert landscape. I don’t know why, but there’s always this appealing part about being outside in nature. It might even relax the mind, body and soul for all I know.

  I shrug my shoulders once, “I’m going to that club tonight. I wanna see her for myself, you know?”

  “I get that. Just be careful when you go. Don’t do anything crazy. I remember how fuckin’ nuts you’d get back in the day over her.”

  I roll my eyes, closing them quickly before I let my emotions show. Damon’s already struck a chord with me. “That wasn’t me bein’ nuts, brother. I loved that girl more than anyone can ever understand. Fuckin’ pushed her away because I thought she deserved better. She didn’t need me holding her down.”

  Damon’s expression goes to something that looks sincere, to downright furious. “Is that a fucking joke? Dude. You cheated on her with club whores, and then my fucking sister. The girl who happened to be her best friend.”

  “I didn’t say I was right in what I did. I royally fucked up, and I know that. Trust me when I tell you that I understand just how badly I fucked my life up with her. None of you know the truth behind what happened that night either.” I mumble the last part. Not that anyone cared to ask. It wouldn’t make anything better, so what’s the fucking point.

  Amara and I didn’t make a conscious decision to do what we did. I’ll confess that much. Multiple factors were at play. Did we fuck one another? Yeah. But it’s not so simple. Life never is. I huff under my breath, maybe I’m just trying to make a fucking excuse for what we did. I’m not trying to, but that’s how people would perceive it.

  Amara came to the apartment that night needing her best friend. I remember the look on her face, the fear in her eyes. She looked like a deer in headlights, but there was more to it. Back then, Amara wasn’t the strong woman she is today. She took a lot of shit. A lot of shit that she didn’t need to take if I’m being honest. You’d never know it now, but she was a naïve girl who wanted all things to be right in the world.

  I think after
what happened to her that day, she realized that people will turn on you at the first chance they get.

  All those years ago …

  “Where is Melody?” Amara asks, barreling through the front door of my apartment. She’s shaking like a drowned poodle, acting more nervous than she usually does.

  “At the coffee shop. She’s on the late shift today.” I mutter, eyes scanning over Amara. Something isn’t right and I can already tell. Shit, she’s not even my best friend and I know something’s wrong. I don’t want to give a shit. The only thing I want to do right now is go chill the fuck out and not have to be a raging asshole.

  Melody and I have been fighting a lot lately, more so than usual, and I’ve been trying to push her out of my life. The girl deserves so much better than me, but with every awful thing I’ve done to get her to go after someone else … she just stays. Insisting that I deserve another chance. The thing is, I don’t.

  “Oh,” Amara’s hand shoots over her mouth, like she’s trying to hold back a cry. She’s purposefully kept part of her face out of my view, and now I’m putting the pieces together. She doesn’t want me to see that part of her face, and that’s evident now.

  She walked over to the window, so I follow her, grabbing her by the shoulder I force her to turn my way. That’s when I see it, when I know that my suspicion is right. Black and blue cover her eye and upper cheek.

  Someone fucking hit her.

  “Who did this to you?”

  She closes her eyes and I watch her lips curl up, showing me that this too causes her pain. “You know who did. We all know who did. He started drinking again and …”