Havoc- Reapers MC Boxset

by Elizabeth Knox

  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 respond 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 force-fully 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.

  Chapter 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 …”

  Jesus Christ. This isn’t the first time this has happened to Amara, and it won’t be the last with the way things are going. She’s a bright girl, and he should be honored that she’s even part of his life with everything he’s done. He’s just a smart bastard, and I use that term lightly. He’s only smart because he’s made damn sure she doesn’t run anywhere but this house. Motherfucker knows I can’t say jack shit to him either. Amara’s trained so fuckin’ well that she won’t go out in public until she can cover the bruises with makeup. It always looks like nothing has happened, but Melody and I know the truth.

  Fuck, I’m not even sure Damon knows whats really going on.

  “Why the fuck doesn’t anyone do anything about it?” I snarl it out so loudly that she cringes. Fuck. I pull her to my chest and hold her. “I’m sorry. I just don’t like that he continues to get away with this shit. Fucker gets blackout drunk and takes it out on you.”

  “Better me than Rose,” It comes out so quickly. “She’d lose a part of herself if he did this to her. She loves him way too much to see this part of him, in all of his ugliness.”

  “Your Mom still doesn’t know?” I ask, and feel her shaking her head against my chest.

  Amara pulls away and I watch the tears flow down her cheeks. “I don’t want anyone to know about this. About all the anger he keeps pent up, and how he just loses his shit and takes it out on my face when he’s drunk. He’s not a bad man, Widow. He just does bad things.”

  “No father should be doing this to their daughter.” I hiss, running my hand along her opposite cheek. “It’s not right. Trust me.”

  Her eyes flutter as sobs break out through her mouth. I just wanna console the girl, but I’m not her best friend. I don’t know what to fucking do. “Sit down on the couch. I’ll be back in a minute.” I instruct her, walking into the kitchen I grab a sandwich bag and fill it with ice. As I’m shutting the door to the freezer, I spot a bottle of strawberry vodka and yank that bitch out. I’m sure she’ll help us both deal with this until Melody gets home and can console her best friend.

  I go back to the living room and take a seat next to Amara, handing her the bag of ice, she presses it to her face. Hopefully, it’ll help with the swelling. I unscrew the cap from the bottle and take a swig, and Amara does the same.

  For a couple hours we talk about minuscule things, just trying to pass the time. The clock can’t move any slower, that I’m sure of. I’m not the type of dude who will sit around and chit chat with women though. I’m only doing this cause Amara is in a rough place, and I don’t want her to stay in one.

  I glance at my phone and see Melody still hasn’t texted me. She’s normally home by now, but maybe she’s working later in the afternoon than I thought. One way or another, she’ll be home soon. I’ll just keep passing the time with Amara by drinking vodka and talking about dumb shit.

  That’s exactly what we did, until the hours passed and we ran out of the first bottle. I went to the freezer and grabbed the second. The thing is, she stopped crying after I got some liquor in her. I just didn’t realize that we’d both be that fucked up, or that it would lead to us in bed together.

  My intentions were good, just trying to watch out for her …but maybe my subconscious knew this was the way to get Melody to move on with another man. Someone who deserved the ray of light that she brings into their lives.

  Shit, I never deserved it and I still don’t. The question is, why the fuck am I going to this club?

  Chapter 4

  “THERE IS NO SENSE IN PUNISHING YOUR FUTURE FOR THE MISTAKES OF THE PAST. FORGIVE YOURSELF, GROW FROM IT, AND THEN LET IT GO.”

  -MELANIE KOULOURIS

  Widow

  I’ve never been in a club like this before. The type where people wait in a line out the door to be allowed in. Not really sure if that’s a normal thing or not, but I’m used to biker bars and clubhouses. Not this. Women are in skin tight dresses, some of them have their asses popping out. My guess is that people come to joints like this to get laid, drink a bunch, and make stupid decisions.

  It’s ironic considering getting drunk and making a stupid decision has led me here.

  The bouncers eyed me up a good bit at first. I made sure that I’d blend in, removed my cut and packed it away for safe keeping. Needed to make sure I didn’t stir up any shit while I’m out here by myself either. I’d normally never take my cut off, but I needed to in order to get in. Those fucks wouldn’t let me pass if I had it on. I have no doubt about that.

  I make my way down the small set of stairs that lead to the lower area, it’s dark as fuck in here and some sort of fog machine is making it musty. Girls dance in cages hanging from the ceiling and on platforms around the space, and then I see the DJ booth.

  Intense beats radiate through the entire area, so strong that I feel like I’m vibrating. This isn’t my type of scene and it never will be. I’m here for one purpose, and as soon as I do what I came here to do, I’ll be leaving. Shit, I don’t even know what I came here to do in the first place besides see her. What I plan on doing after the fact is unknown.

  Did I just come here to see her?

  Do I just see her tonight, making sure she’s okay and
leave her forever? Fuck if I know. I didn’t come here with a plan.

  I think the floor is making me feel like I’m vibrating, but I feel it again and realize it’s my cell phone in the back of my jeans. I yank it out and look at a text message.

  From: Amara

  Get back to the club. Something big happened. Church ASAP.

  I curse to myself. Of course, something happened when I’m busy. I type her back quickly.

  I’ll be there in 45.

  That should give me enough time to see Melody and get back to the club in time. A text comes shooting back, a mere few seconds after I sent my reply.

  30 is all the time I’m giving you.

  There Amara goes, being a raging cunt. I turn around, knowing where I’m needed right now. I’m sure there will be another time where I can see Melody. At least now, I know where she is.

  “Las Vegas!” I stop dead in my tracks at the sound of her voice. I search the club, trying to figure out where her voice is coming from. She’s above us, walking on some sort of elevated stage down to where the DJ booth is. “Who’s ready to party? Hmm?!”

  The crowd cheers, shouting profanities and showing that they’re ready to have a grand time. I can’t keep my eyes off her. She looks so different, like she’s an entirely different woman since the last time I laid my eyes on her. No longer does she have that dirty blonde hair, instead it’s magenta, pink, just like on the flyer. She’s wearing some sort of neon rainbow dress and lord, she has lost weight. Not that she was chunky before, but she had some meat on her bones. As she turns, I can see all that weight went straight to her ass. In the most flattering way possible, of course.

  My phone buzzes again, over and over. As I look down at it, I see Amara is calling me and I put it to my ear as I make my way out of the club. “Where the f-fuck are you?” She hisses, but I hear the choking sound in her voice.