by Tillie Cole
Dropping us to the bed, I pulled my mouth from Lilah’s to look down at her flushed face. Her eyes were hooded and I could see she wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.
“Ky, please…” she begged.
Kneeling on the bed, I ripped my shirt over my head and snapped the button on my jeans. Lilah’s blue eyes flared as she stared hungrily at my half-open jeans.
Bending down, I lifted the hem of her long dress, not the gray one, thank fuck, some white one without sleeves that Mae had brought her. Her hairless tanned legs sprang into view and the vanilla smell of that oil she lathered on her skin hit my nose. I swear I growled low in my throat, my cock now so hard it was almost jumping outta my jeans.
Lilah squirmed on the mattress as I ran my forefinger up to her pussy, running the tip down her slit and around her clit. I loved watching her eyes widen, her red lips part, and her back arch off the bed. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come just watching you.”
Leaving her pussy, I pushed the dress up her stomach, keeping a check on my hunger as I bypassed her healing burn of a crucifix that those sick fucks branded on my bitch.
Feeling Lilah’s hand run down the side of my beard, I looked up to see her watching me. “I love you,” she whispered, and bam, I was over her, pulling her dress over her head, her fat tits pushing out for my mouth.
Dipping down, my mouth latched onto a tight red nipple. Fuck, she tasted of raspberry or strawberry… something. Whatever! It was fucking perfect.
Lilah’s hands slammed to my hair and began raking through the strands, pulling hard, making me go insane. She was loving it. Loving my mouth all over her body.
My woman was free, nothing in her eyes but lust. No holding back, no stupid prophet in her head telling her she was forcing me to sin. Just me and her and our fucking bed.
Running my hand down her stomach, I cupped her wet pussy, my finger pressing on her clit, a loud moan ripping from her mouth. Sliding my fingers down to her slit, I plunged my finger inside as I sucked her nipple harder, feeling her clamp around my finger, hungry for my cock.
Working her clit, I rubbed my fingers against her G-spot, Lilah’s breath showing me she was close.
Her pussy began clenching around my fingers. A flush crept up her skin, her breathing stopped, her mouth dropped, and her body went still.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Lilah called out, the moan sounding like fucking heaven as she came, her hands almost ripping out my hair as the first of today’s many orgasms coursed through her body.
Working my fingers slower, I brought her down from her high, her chest now heaving. Out of breath, her eyes slowly opened, an embarrassed smile on her perfect mouth.
“Feel good, baby?” I asked. Lilah nodded her head.
I pulled my fingers out and slowly, making sure I still had Lilah’s attention, put them in my mouth, licking at her wetness.
Lilah’s thighs clenched together as she watched me. Then suddenly, she stood up on her knees, pulling my fingers from my mouth, pressing her lips against mine, her tongue pushing inside to fight against mine.
Reaching up, I wrapped my hands in her short hair just as her shaky hand covered my denim-covered cock. Lilah swallowed a groan from my mouth as her soft-as-fuck fingers pulled down my zipper, my dick slapping to attention against my abdomen.
Breaking away, I drew back off the bed, and in a flash, my jeans were off and in a heap on the floor. Lilah was kneeling, watching me, and licking those fucking lips. Her soft skin was covered in scars, burns and that fucking bite scar from Micah. In spite of all that shit, she remained my fucking beautiful woman.
I walked to the edge of the bed, hair falling over my shoulder, and I fisted my cock. Lilah crawled forward, looking nervous, and I combed my hand through her hair.
“Can I… can I touch you?” Lilah requested, her voice breathy as she wrapped around me, pulling me in.
Letting go of my dick, I dropped my hand as Lilah timidly reached out, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, unable to meet. Her hand squeezed softly and began to move. Throwing my head back, I had to grit my teeth to stop from roaring out her name.
It felt good, so fucking good. Then her hand lowered and I felt a warm mouth gently slip over my tip. I swear I almost came right there, right then.
Snapping my eyes open, I found Lilah’s were locked on mine as she moved her mouth lower, tongue circling the tip of my cock.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so fuckin’ good,” I rasped out.
Lilah carefully, shyly, began to move her tongue faster and faster and faster until I couldn’t take no more.
Gripping her chin, I moved Lilah off my dick, her mouth all full and flush from all the motherfucking perfect sucking. “Lay on your back, baby,” I ordered, and smiling, Lilah did as I asked, her insane curves out on full show, that bare pussy looking too damn hard to resist.
Crawling on the bed, I hovered over Lilah until my lips brushed against hers and my dick ran up and down her wet pussy.
“I wanna take you raw, Li,” I said. “I got checked this week. I’m clean. Your blood came back from the hospital all clear, and they gave you a birth control shot. I want to feel that cunt of yours strangling my cock. Yeah?”
Lilah lifted her hand around the back of my neck and brought me to her lips. Her hips began to move. I broke away just as I was about ram my dick into her hot, wet pussy.
“Yes, Ky, please take me. All of me… without temptation.”
That was all the permission I needed, and fisting Lilah’s hair, I lined up my cock and thrust it into her pussy, filling her to the hilt.
A strangled moan rose from Lilah’s mouth. Her hands clamped onto my back and proceeded to rake my skin. Christ, it felt good, warm, wet, and fucking perfect.
My hips started to move, the feeling of her clenching around my cock driving me insane. Angling my head, I pressed my lips against hers and pumped even harder into her cunt. My tongue plunged into her mouth, and I swallowed every single one of her moans. I wanted to thrust in as deep as possible, wanted to mark her, have her as mine, to replace any fucking trace of that bastard Micah.
“Ky…” Lilah moaned as her hips worked in sync with mine. But I wanted more, I needed to see her come, had to watch her beautiful fucking face.
Rolling on my back, Lilah gasped as she straddled my hips, me still buried deep inside. Her hand planted on my chest and her blue eyes looked down at me in shock.
“Ride me, baby.” I growled my command as I lifted my hands to grip at her hips tightly.
Lilah’s head tipped back as I thrust within her. Her nipples were rock hard, her fat tits bouncing in rhythm. “Ky, that feels…” she murmured, trailing off into a long moan, that tongue of hers licking around her lips, her fingernails scratching my pecs.
Lilah’s hips began rolling harder, fucking instinct taking hold, and I stared at her flush face. Her eyes closed, and I groaned when my woman rode me even harder, picking up speed by the second.
Slipping a hand from her hips, I grabbed her pussy, circling her fat clit with my thumb. Lilah’s eyes snapped wide open. She started shaking. Her hips jerked and the way her tight cunt was squeezing my cock, I knew she was about to come.
My thumb circled faster. A flush made her skin glow, and I pumped my cock harder still. Lilah’s head threw back and she screamed out my name, her pussy tight as a fist, locking down my cock so I couldn’t see straight. I came so damn hard.
Lilah panted hard as we both stilled and our gazes locked. I never saw no scar on her face. All I saw was my woman, my old lady… my fuckin’ life.
Gripping her wrist, I pulled her forward until her tits hit my chest. My thumb rubbed along her temple to jaw scar. Lilah’s expression became guarded.
“I fuckin’ love you,” I said, and tears filled Lilah’s eyes.
“And I love you, Kyler.”
I drank in her every feature and whispered, “Rebekah…”
Lilah stilled and her lips began to tremble. “How… how did you know to call me th
at?”
“I met your sister when I rescued you. She told me your real name.”
“Phebe?” Lilah whispered, tears now in full flow.
“Yeah, she wanted me to save you.”
Lilah glanced away. She said no more on the topic of her sister.
When she faced me again, she said, “Please, do not call me by that name, Ky.”
“Why?”
Lilah’s head lowered onto my chest and she pressed a kiss to my sweaty skin. “Because I do not know the girl with that name. Although I have lived in the body of Delilah the Cursed my whole life, you have only ever known me as Lilah. I am Lilah now. The name Rebekah died when she was taken as a child.”
My heart dropped like a stone at the fucking gutting pain her voice. But I pulled her to my mouth and murmured, “Lilah. My old lady.”
Lilah edged back and blinked.
Smiling, I ran my hand down her back and then to her tight ass, squeezing the flesh. “Get dressed,” I ordered.
Lilah frowned. “Why?” She dipped her head, her finger tracing the tattooed noose on my chest, and said, “I am perfectly content here, with you. I do not mind staying right here in this bed with you for a while longer.”
“That good of a fuck, am I?” I joked.
Lilah blushed and said, “You know you are handsome. Incredibly so… and very skilled at… that.”
Laughing and throwing Li a wink, I gripped her ass, lifted her off the bed, and said, “Get dressed. And into pants.”
Lilah shook her head. “I cannot. ‘A woman must not wear men’s clothing, nor a man wear women’s clothing, for the LORD your God detests anyone who does this.’ Deuteronomy 22:5.”
Blowing an exasperated breath outta my mouth, I said, “Li, we ain’t doing this again.”
“Ky, although not at The Order, I cannot deny who I am. I cannot deny my faith.”
Walking to my woman, getting real fucking turned on watching my cum running down her thighs, I cupped her face and said, “Then wear a dress, but you need to wear leathers underneath. Beauty filled your closet. There’ll be some in there.”
Lilah’s mouth swung open in shock. “I have a closet, here?”
“Yeah, sweet cheeks, you do. So do I. And just so you know, I ain’t wanting you to dress like a man. I like my woman to look like a fuckin’ woman, not a brother. I’m not into dick.”
Lilah fought back a smile and nodded. “I shall wear leathers under a dress.”
“Good,” I said firmly and went to get dressed. “‘Cause I’m finally getting you on the back of my bike. This time it’s gonna happen.”
I heard Lilah’s nervous gasp.
But I fucking ignored it.
*****
“Ready?” I asked as Lilah’s arms wrapped around my waist.
She nodded into my back and her grip tightened on my cut. “Yes.”
Heeling up the kickstand, the engine of my Harley roared and we rolled down the dirt road and out onto the country road that went past the compound. Lilah’s hands were iron as they held on to my waist, but I couldn’t take the fucking shit-eating grin off my face. I had my old lady on my bike, wind slapping my face, freedom of the road, and two wheels burning up asphalt.
This was the life I now wanted, and I’d never been so fucking happy.
The sound of a giggle blew into my ear. Looking back at Lilah through my wing mirror, I saw her stunning face smiling. Head thrown back, she was laughing out loud.
She was loving it.
She too was tasting freedom.
We drove for hours, until we found ourselves at McKinney Falls State Park. The Hangmen came here all the time. Lilah immediately fell in love with it.
Pulling to a stop beside the water, I twisted around on the seat and Lilah draped her legs over my thighs. Gripping her ass, I pulled her closer. Lilah smiled so big as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“You like riding, baby?” I asked.
“Yes. Very much so,” Lilah replied, then, pressing her forehead to mine, said, “The best part was holding on to you, sharing something you love.”
“Get those fuckin’ lips on mine, baby,” I demanded, and Lilah moved in, crushing her lips to mine.
I broke from her mouth, kissing along her delicate jawline, then down to her slim neck. Vanilla. All vanilla.
“Ky,” she whispered, and I pulled back before I ended up fucking her on this bike. Lilah’s head fell on my chest and she stared out over the water, sighing.
I felt her mood change, so gripping her harder, I asked, “You good?”
Lilah remained silent for a couple’a minutes before she asked, “Do you believe in God?”
That question knocked me back on my ass. I frowned, wondering where the hell she was going with this. “Don’t know, baby,” I answered honestly. “But I do think religion’s fucked up. People killing for a God that could be as real as fucking Santa Claus. Folks judging others ‘cause they don’t believe the same thing, and cunts like Prophet David and Cain using it to get power, control over people.” I sighed, trying to not lose it. “But God, no fucking idea.”
“I do,” she whispered. “Despite it all, I still believe there is a God that loves his people.”
I didn’t know what to say, but I did feel a huge surge of fear run through me. I’d just got my woman back, my woman who’d been destroyed by that pedo cult. I thought we were moving on, starting to live our life, but her still believing? It caused me to feel real fucking fear, damn quaking in my boots fear. Weren’t no woman gonna want this life when she’s tight with God, I thought.
“Mae and I talked when I was in the hospital. She told me how Prophet David changed the Bible to make us believe in his message. She told me how he lied. Told me how he used his power to do bad things to children… to me,” she said quietly. I found myself gripping her harder, like I could somehow protect her from the past. Lilah nuzzled my chest and sighed happily. “But she also gave me a Bible, a real Bible, and its revelations astounded me.
“It was full of forgiveness, good intention, and parables preaching peace and love to mankind. I fell in love with those words… I fell in love with their message. It renewed me, filled me with hope, and bestowed upon me grace.”
A lump blocked my throat as I listened to Li. What she was saying didn’t fit in with the Hangmen, didn’t fit with her and me.
Feeling a wetness on my chest, I nudged Lilah up with my shoulder and saw her face filled with tears.
“Baby…” I hushed out, wiping at her cheeks. She shook her head and, gripping my hands, pressed kiss after kiss on my wrist.
“I do not want you to think I am not happy or that I do not love you. Because I do, more than I can explain. Psalms are poems; you are mine. You are the embodiment of every divine word that could slip from my lips. I adore you, Ky. I can no longer imagine my life without you in it. You are my white dove. You fill me with peace love, and devotion.”
My chest ached, and I ran my thumb down her scarred cheek. “Baby…”
Lilah lifted her dress, her leathers perfectly framing her legs, and she showed me her flat stomach, tracing one of her cult-awarded permanent torture scars. “This cross was branded on my stomach by vile and hurtful men, but I also have this symbol on my heart, metaphorically of course, branded as a child by the Lord I hold most dear, by Christ whom I love and have loved unconditionally.”
Closing my eyes, I sucked in a breath and felt sick. The more she spoke, the more I could feel her pull away. I knew us being together was gonna be hard… I didn’t think it’d be fucking impossible.
I was a killer.
An outlaw.
Ain’t no time for religion when you follow Hades.
Lilah dropped her dress and her face contorted as though in pain. “My entire life has been in service to the Lord.” Her glistening blue eyes met mine and she said, “Ky… I do not know who I am without my faith.”
She sounded so desperate, like I would hold a fucking answer, but I had fuck all t
o say in response.
Lilah cried a river into my chest. Before long, she grew tired, all cried out, still recovering from her injuries. Without saying a word, we rode home, where I carried her to bed. We fucked slowly. Then she fell asleep on my chest.
I didn’t sleep at all. My head too full with what she’d said.
You are my white dove. You fill me with peace, love, and devotion.
But she didn’t know who she was without her faith…
Funny, ‘cause I didn’t know who the fuck I was without her. The bitch had changed me. Took me from not giving a fuck about women, not one iota, to worshipping the damn hallowed ground she walked on.
As I pulled Lilah closer to my chest, I breathed in her vanilla scent and held on tight, ‘cause what I was gonna do I was sure weren’t gonna keep her forever with me.
In fact, I was pretty fucking sure it was gonna take her completely away.
But for my woman, the bitch I loved like crazy, it had to be done. She finally deserved some happiness, even if it meant sacrificing my own.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ky
“Y-you s-s-sure this is g-gonna work?”
Leaning against Styx’s truck, I shrugged, and we both took long pulls of our smokes.
“I ain’t sure of shit. All I know is for the last few days since I brought my woman home, she’s been quiet and thinking all the time. She wants this. She needs this.” I looked to Styx. “She needs her sisters too. They’re the only ones that understand. Hell, for all we know, they feel the same way.”
Styx threw his smoke to the ground and his boots crunched on the gravel at our feet. He moved before me, his dark and stern face worried. “I… I w-won’t l-l-lose M-Mae over th-this.”
I stared off over to my cabin and sighed. “Mae’s chosen this life. She’s chosen you. You ain’t in no danger.”
Styx put his hand on my shoulder and lifted it to tap my cheek twice. He didn’t need to speak. I knew my brother well enough to be certain he knew who I was probably gonna have to give up.
