This Ain't Love: MC Romance (BDMC: Second Generation Book 1)

by A. M. Myers

  I can’t help but grin. “Tell me what you need.”

  “I need you, Diego.” Her voice is lethal, threats and venom dripping from each word, and I can’t get enough. I know it took everything in her to admit that to me but I want to hear it again. Every single fucking day as I sink my cock inside her, I want to hear her scream that I’m the one she needs, I’m the one who knows her body better than any of the other assholes she’s been with. She sinks back into the bed and squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to look at me and I’m surprised by the vulnerability rolling off of her right now.

  I release her legs and stand, leaning over her as I cup her cheek in my hand and rub my thumb across her skin, urging her to look at me. Finally, she does. With a smile, I lean in and kiss her softly this time and a whimper is ripped from her throat as she clings to me, desperate for the connection.

  “Get in the middle of the bed,” I whisper against her lips and she sighs, her entire body sinking into the mattress in relief before she does as she’s told, moving her body to the middle of the bed. I stand at the edge of the bed, watching her carefully as I grip my cock and stroke it, thinking about how I want to take her. Up until now, it’s been fast, hard, and rough but there is a part of me that desperately wants to worship her, cherish every inch of her sweat slicked skin. I’m not sure I can do it though. Not when every single cell in my body is screaming at me to claim her.

  “Diego, please.”

  Her pleading voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I nod as I join her on the bed and move between her legs, pressing my cock against her entrance. Wrapping my hand around her throat softly, I sink into her and she gasps, her eyes meeting mine as I lean over her body. There are still daggers in her eyes but I don’t care. In fact, it actually turns me on more as I press my lips to hers and start driving my hips forward, filling her with my cock. It starts slow and sweet like I wanted but it doesn’t take long for her to demand more, her nails sinking into my skin. And I’m eager to give her exactly what she needs. I groan as I pick up the pace, driving into her like a man possessed and I’m not so sure that’s not already the case. What else would you call her haunting me for the past six months?

  The pace is punishing and sweat starts to trickle down my forehead but I don’t give a shit, nothing else matters to me than Izzy and giving her exactly what she wants. She writhes underneath me, her voice growing hoarse from her screams as she claws at my skin and begs for me to make her come.

  I feel like a fucking god.

  “Anyone else ever fucked you this good?” I ask her as I drive into her like an animal, both of us chasing the relief that has eluded us since the moment she moved into this house. She shakes her head and somehow, I know it’s the best I’m going to get from her in this moment. But I want more.

  “Eyes on me.”

  Her eyes snap back to mine, wild, angry, and full of desire as she reaches up and threads her fingers through my hair, giving it a tug. I groan as my cock jerks inside her and she grins.

  “I hate you,” she hisses, her body arching off the bed, trying to get more from me and I laugh as I shake my head.

  “No, you don’t.”

  She nods, closing her eyes as she plays with her nipples. “Yes… yes, I do.”

  “That mean you want me to stop?” I ask, slowing my thrusts as I lean down and press a kiss against her slick neck. She mewls in protest but she doesn’t say anything so I kiss my way up her neck to her ear and slow my pace even more. When I try to pull back, she cries out and latches onto me, pulling me back into her body. She immediately wraps her shapely legs around my waist and guides my lips to hers as she rocks her hips against mine.

  “Please don’t stop.”

  The plea in her voice is my undoing and I claim her mouth in a fierce kiss as I thrust mercilessly into her again and again, pulling every ounce of pleasure I can from her perfect little pussy. My orgasm races to the surface and I bury my face in her neck, groaning loudly, as I try to hold back.

  “Let go, Izzy. I want to feel you come all over my cock,” I growl as I reach down between us and circle her clit with my thumb. Her body jerks and she grips my shoulder, hanging on for dear life as her release takes hold of her and pulls her under. She screams my name, the sound echoing off the walls of my bedroom as she shakes uncontrollably and her pussy pulses around my cock. I let go, spilling into her with a low groan as I come so hard the room spins around us and my vision blurs. My heart hammers in my chest like a drum and my entire body is shaking.

  “Jesus Christ,” I whisper, my breathing erratic as I look down at the woman beneath me. She meets my eyes and grins, a totally blissed out look on her gorgeous face. “Feeling better?”

  “For the moment.”

  “Good to know.” I laugh as I slip out of her and lie next to her in bed, pulling her closer. “That mean you’re going to want to go again later?”

  She laughs. “I don’t think we can get away with not going again later if this is any indication of what happens when we try to fight it.”

  “And your rules?” I ask, kicking myself the moment the words are out of my mouth. Her body tenses in my arms and I squeeze tighter, hoping like hell that she doesn’t pull away from me. My prayers are answered when she only pulls back enough to peek up at me.

  “I guess we should talk.”

  Nodding, I fight the urge to sigh. I knew this was coming but that doesn’t mean I’m eager to have this conversation. Although, I do have to wonder if she’s going to claim this was a one-time thing and that it won’t happen again when we both know that’s not true or maybe she’ll say we can be a friends with benefits thing but none of that is going to work for me. I am on a mission to make this woman mine in every way possible and nothing is going to stand in the way of that.

  “Obviously this is an unusual situation,” she says, motioning to her little belly and I nod, staring down at it for a second. “And these hormones are making me crazy horny so I need some relief but this can’t ever be more than sex. I may have broken my rule about going back for seconds but the other one stands.”

  I grunt. It’s neither an agreement or a protest because I know this will take time but I still don’t like it. Taking a deep breath, I tell myself it will all be worth it in the end. “Okay.”

  “You could probably move back into your bedroom, too. Seems a little silly to have you sleeping on the couch if we’re going to be…”

  I arch a brow. “Fucking?”

  “Yeah, that,” she whispers, her eyes glazing over as she drags them down my body. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she looks up at me again.

  “Izzy,” I groan, pulling her closer and pressing my lips to hers. A soft little moan is pulled from her throat as she hooks her naked leg over mine and presses her hand to my chest.

  “Why is it so good with you?” she whispers, climbing on top of me and straddling my hips. I grip her waist as she steals another kiss, flicking her tongue against my lips as I groan.

  “You’re going to kill me, woman.”

  She sits up and grins. “Tell me that there’s another way you’d rather go out and I’ll call you a fucking liar.”

  “Fair enough.” I laugh. She stares down at me for a moment and I can see her mind spinning so I let her have a moment. As much as I want all of this with her, I also recognize that she’s got some serious demons to battle along the way so I have to be patient with her and, for the most part, let her take things at her pace.

  “What happened with the guys and the phone call you got earlier?”

  Shit.

  I had totally forgotten about all of that but I did promise to tell her everything so even though I don’t want to scare her, I don’t have any other choice. Hopefully, she knows that I would die before I ever let anything happen to her.

  “The phone call earlier was my buddy over at the police station. He said that your entire file has gone missing - the physical and electronic copy - as well as the nine-one-one call from that night.”
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  She scowls. “How?”

  “Luca’s got someone very important at the station on his payroll,” I tell her, rubbing her leg in an attempt to keep her calm as I reveal just how fucked we are. She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to cover her naked body and my heart breaks. Ali’s words flicker through my mind and I wish I could ask her what happened to her, why she puts up these walls but that would only lead to her erecting another one and shutting me out. Instead, I open my arms and wait, allowing her to make the choice to use me to make her feel safe. After a moment, she sighs and falls into me.

  “Could it be anything else?”

  I shake my head and band my arms around her and hold her close. “If only one was missing, I would say absolutely but with all three gone, no. It has to be foul play.”

  “What does this mean for us?”

  “It means there’s no record of what happened to you,” I whisper, dragging my hand down her back to soothe her as I talk. “It means no one is looking into this anymore and it’s like it doesn’t exist.”

  She trembles. “So, he’s just free to make me disappear?”

  “Hey,” I whisper and she peeks up at me. “I’m not going to let that happen, okay? I swear to you, Izzy. Nothing and no one is going to touch you or our son.”

  “Right,” she sighs, turning away from me and staring off into space as I drag my hand up into her hair and massage the back of her head. “What about the guys? Did they have any new information?”

  I shake my head. “Not yet. Streak is digging into security footage around the restaurant and I’ve got some photos for you to look at whenever you’re ready.”

  “Let’s do it later,” she mumbles as she relaxes into me. I peek down at her as her eyes flutter shut and I can’t help but grin as I turn back to stare at the ceiling above us, letting out a contented sigh. This is everything I want and I won’t stop fighting until this moment is an everyday reality in my life.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Luca

  Fuck the Devils.

  These goddamn bikers and that little bitch are ruining my fucking life and I would be impressed by the level of planning or forethought that went into making their compound so damn safe if it wasn’t screwing with me epically right now. The thing is a fortress, flawlessly protecting the target of my ire and keeping me locked out. On the wrong side of the fence, I can’t get any information about where they are keeping Izzy or the other security measures they have in place to keep all of them safe. Shit, I can’t even get close enough to the wall to climb it without setting off motion lights and anything else they might be using. There was a part of me that was worried they managed to catch my image on camera but if they had, I’m sure they’d already be busting down my door.

  A few days after I followed Izzy and her bodyguard back to the compound, I managed to get my hands on some aerial photos of the property. It felt like a huge fucking win at the time but the more I stare at these images, the more I’m slowly losing my mind. They have their houses scattered around the two-hundred-acre piece of land randomly, hidden amongst the dense forest covering the entire property which makes it pretty damn hard to get any reliable information. I can make out a building here or there but all I see are the roofs as they disappear into the trees again, making the images useless. Shoving the photos away with a sigh, I lean back in my chair.

  Long story short, I’m totally fucked.

  Yanking my fingers through my hair, I shove my chair away from the table and plant my hands on my knees. I drop my head into my hands and stare down at the cheap, yellowing linoleum on my kitchen floor as my stomach rolls. This place is an absolute piece of shit and when I moved here nine months ago, it was just supposed to be a starting point and once I started making money, I was going to get myself a nicer place. A humorless laugh rips itself from my throat as I think about the stupid five-year plan I wrote up the day I moved in here. To say it hasn’t been going according to plan would be the understatement of the decade and I hate that I’m still here.

  Thunder rumbles in the distance and the smell of impending rain drifts in through the open windows, masking the stench of garbage for just a second and I grit my teeth as I lift my head and lean back in my chair, Izzy’s insults from that night flicking through my mind. They’ve been tormenting me endlessly for the past week and no matter how hard I try, I can’t forget them.

  “…there wasn’t anything memorable enough about you to warrant another date so maybe you should develop more of a personality…”

  I scoff. What the fuck does she know? Izzy’s personality is loud, obnoxious, and overbearing so of course she thinks I don’t have one of my own – there wasn’t room around her to show her anything about myself. Not that it matters now. I will find a way to get her and then I’ll show her exactly what the fuck I’m about. All I need is five minutes. Just let me get my hands on her for five fucking minutes and I can guarantee that she will never forget about me again. Not that she’ll actually live long enough to test the theory but still.

  “…I’m thinking that I didn’t miss all that much if you have to be this much of a prick to make up for your micro penis and lack of skills in the bedroom.”

  I’ll prove her wrong there, too. When I’m finished with her, her body will be sore and wrung out but totally satisfied. That part sucks though. I want to make her suffer, make her bleed and beg for mercy until she reaches the point where she knows she’s going to die. Maybe I’ll wait until she reaches that point, until she thinks nothing worse can happen to her and then I’ll fuck her dry and make sure her final moments are agony.

  “First off, you weren’t promised any fucking thing. Whether or not I sleep with you is at my discretion, it is not guaranteed because you bought me dinner a couple of times…”

  Maybe I wasn’t promised anything but I will make this vow to her – she will regret ever fucking with me.

  “Bitch,” I hiss, running through our encounter on the sidewalk that night again as I stand. I can still see the look on her face as she ripped me a new one. In the middle of it all, I remember glancing over at some guy walking past us and his smirk only enraged me more. I was being publicly dressed down for the world to see and they were all fucking laughing at me. She will pay for that. My hands clench as I think about wrapping them around her pretty little throat and squeezing until I watch the life drain out of her eyes. The rage I feel toward her has only grown with each passing day and if this goes on for much longer, I don’t think there will be any boundary I refuse to cross.

  Hell, I might even consider the boiling thing.

  Another clap of thunder, this one closer, rattles the building and I sigh again, forcing my shoulders to relax as I walk over to the sink and flip on the cold water. The wail of a baby pierces the drywall and I flinch, looking over my shoulder in disgust. A woman and her two-month-old kid moved in across the hall two weeks ago and ever since then, the fucking kid won’t stop screaming. All night long, it cries at the top of its fucking lungs while I lie in bed, dreaming of the day I finally make the kind of money that will allow me to leave this shithole behind and make a better life for myself. I don’t give a single shit what I have to do or who I have to hurt to get what I want and Izzy is just another obstacle to be dealt with.

  My phone rings and I peek over my shoulder at it as it rattles across the countertop before grabbing a glass out of the cupboard and filling it. After turning off the water, I turn and grab it, wincing when I see Gio’s name on the screen.

  “Yeah?”

  “Need an update on the girl,” he says, straight to the point, but I shouldn’t be surprised. When I started working with Gio after moving here, I learned very quickly that he had no tolerance for nonsense or bullshit. He’s all business and he gets the job done without a hiccup each and every time which is why the situation with Izzy is pissing him off so much. I don’t want to fucking tell him that she’s still breathing and I have no idea how to remedy that but what other choice do I have? If I say
it’s taken care of, he’ll want proof and obviously, that’s something I don’t have.

  “There is no update. I’ve been studying those aerial photos you got me but I can’t see shit in them and I can’t even get close to the compound.”

  He tsks. “I see. You have any plan to change those circumstances?”

  “I’m working on it. Do you have anything else for me? A way to get in there?”

  “Do you think we would be sending you in to handle this if I felt like dealing with it myself? This is your fucking mess so clean it the fuck up.”

  I nod, taking a sip of my water. “I’ll take care of it.”

  “Right,” he scoffs. “The pigs have dealt with things on their end and been paid off for their work so no one is out looking for either of us or our missing friend. That means you’re free to do what you need to do without any impediments and the boss is eager to put an end to this problem so you had better work faster. You know he’s not a patient man.”

  A chill runs down my spine at the mention of the man we both work for and I nod. “I will.”

  “Don’t make him step in, Luca. It won’t end well for anyone if he feels like he needs to clean up your mess and make no mistake, this is your mess. He’s already not happy that she was there in the first place and witnessed everything because of you.”

  “What do you mean because of me?” I ask, my hand shaking as I raise the glass to my lips and take a sip off water, my heart slamming against my ribs. If the boss is already not pleased with my performance, I am in bigger trouble than I thought and I have no desire to see what he does to those who disappoint him.

  “I mean, that had you not stopped to talk to her in the first place, we would have been done and out of there without a hitch. Besides, you’re the one she knows. You’re the one she can identify and if you lead the Devils back to the boss, he will kill you. Slowly.”

  I nod as my heart claws its way up my throat. “I’ve got it covered, Gio. I’ll figure something out.”