Devil's Vengeance: Sydney Storm MC

by Nina Levine

  I kept hold of his face and smashed my lips down onto his. He groaned as our tongues tangled in a needy rush. Devil was physically everything in a man I’d ever dreamt of. Besides the muscles and strength he possessed, he exuded the kind of sexuality every woman wanted to experience in their lifetime. Even if he tried to hide his desire for a woman, I was fairly sure he’d struggle, because his entire being revealed it.

  It was in the way his chest and hips opened up to me, the way his hands reached for me, the way his mouth fell open even when I was sure he didn’t realise, the way his breaths quickened, and the way his eyes glazed over with heat.

  I loved the way he didn’t try to hide it.

  And I loved the feeling of being in the arms of someone who so clearly wanted me.

  Devil moved so he could place my feet back on the ground, but his lips stayed glued to mine. When he had me in place, he reached down to lift my dress.

  Thank fuck I wore a dress tonight.

  I dug my fingernails into the skin at the nape of his neck when his hands found my panties.

  I started panting through our kisses when his fingers slid under my panties.

  And when two of his fingers easily entered me, I cried out, “Oh, God, yes!”

  “Fuck,” he groaned into my mouth while he momentarily stopped kissing me. “I fucking love your pussy.” Our eyes met and I sucked in a breath. I could listen to Devil talk dirty all night, and if he looked at me the way he was right now, I would do absolutely anything he requested. “I want to finger you for hours, darlin’. I want to make you come over and over by reaching deep inside you and”—he hit my G spot, causing me to cry out with pleasure—“doing that.” His mouth was still near mine as he spoke, and the moment he finished talking, he dragged my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it before kissing me again.

  The sound of people talking just outside the door made me remember we hadn’t locked it. I pulled my mouth from his. “You need to lock the door.”

  His eyes dipped to my throat and he bent to kiss me there, sucking hard on my skin. Ignoring my request.

  “Devil,” I urged, “the door.”

  Glancing up at me, he shook his head. “I’m going to fuck you with the door unlocked, Hailee.”

  Fuck.

  No.

  Any of my bandmates could walk in on us. Or Doug. Or any of the other staff working that night.

  I let him go so I could move to lock it myself, but he quickly held me in place. Shaking his head, he growled, “No.” Pressing his mouth to my ear, he said, “I’m going to do this”—he reached his fingers deeper in me, adding another as he did so—“until you come, and then I’m going to give you my cock. And the door’s going to stay unlocked during all of that.”

  I wanted that damn door locked.

  And yet, I wanted everything he’d just promised me with the door unlocked.

  I was torn.

  The threat of someone walking in on us caused a whole new level of lust for him.

  I wanted him to fuck me hard with his fingers.

  I wanted him to fuck me dirty with his dick.

  And I wanted him to growl filthy words in my ear while he did all that. While I worried about someone seeing us.

  I drew his mouth back to mine. “I’m going to let you fuck me with the door unlocked, and in return, you’re gonna eat me like you’re a starved man later tonight.”

  His breathing picked up as he bit my lip. “Two things. One, you get no say in the lock. Just so you realise who’s in charge here.” My legs turned to jelly. I already thought they had, but I was so wrong about that. “And two, I am gonna eat you like a starved man later, because I am a fucking starved man. I’ve never known this level of hunger in my life.” He kissed me deeply then, messing up any last thought I may have had, before dragging his mouth away to look me in the eyes and say, “Just so you realise how much I want you.”

  His fingers continued to work their magic inside me while he spoke, and I came as he told me how much he wanted me. I sagged against him as the pleasure consumed me. His strong arms held me up while his lips peppered kisses down my neck to my throat and out along my collarbones.

  My need for his cock intensified when his hands roamed my body a moment later. The unlocked door was all but forgotten as I desperately undid his jeans and reached inside them for his cock.

  He stopped what he was doing and chuckled. “You want some dick, darlin’?”

  “You have no idea, bossman. Now, please tell me, for the love of God, that you have a condom.” I was going to scream if he didn’t. And I’d possibly hurt him in some way.

  His grin spread right across his face as he reached into his back pocket. When he pulled a condom from his wallet, I motioned for him to hurry up and put it on. “Why the hurry?” he asked, taking his sweet time.

  I took hold of his chin. “There’s gonna be hell to pay if you don’t hurry up and get that condom on and fuck me.”

  The grin on his face grew. Not that I would have thought it possible, but it did.

  “What are you grinning at?” I demanded, feeling all kinds of desperate for him to speed this along.

  As he slid the condom on, he kissed me and then said, “I’m grinning because I’m thinking that if you can be this demanding for my cock after only knowing me a week, I’m fucking excited to think about how demanding you’ll be after a few years.”

  I reached for his ass to pull him closer in an effort to get him inside me. Circling my arms around him, I lifted myself into his hold as I said, “And what makes you think I’ll still be demanding anything from you in a few years?”

  He gripped my hair and yanked my head back as he thrust inside of me. Licking a line from my throat up to my mouth, he rasped, “You will be. There’s no way you’ll ever be able to go without this cock again.”

  I closed my eyes as he fucked me, and I thought about the truth in that statement. I’d never experienced love at first sight or instant lust in my life. Not until Devil. I’d only had to have one taste to know I wanted to drown in him. I came for the second time as that knowledge sank in.

  Devil had wrapped himself around me after only one week, and I didn’t ever want to escape.

  11

  Devil

  “How’s Jen?” King asked me early Tuesday morning when he phoned to check in.

  “I’ve just left your place. She seems good today. Better than the last couple of days.” She’d perked up a lot since I’d started checking in on her last Friday.

  “She still sick?”

  “Yeah, that morning sickness is really knocking her around. Nothing seems to be helping too much.” She’d been so sick yesterday that I’d googled for suggestions to ease it, but nothing much came up in the results that she hadn’t already tried.

  “I’m hoping we’ll be finished up here in the next day or so. We’re heading out to Warwick today and will check in that area for Shannon. Scott got a lead for us out there.” He paused for a moment before asking, “How’s Hyde? Is his head in the game?”

  Fuck, Hyde had been off the grid most of the time since King left on Friday. He’d shown his face for an hour or so yesterday, but that was it. I didn’t want to burden King while he was away, but he’d made it clear he wanted to know this kind of shit. “I’ve hardly seen him, King, so I can’t really answer that. I’ve left a message for him to make sure he’s at the drop this afternoon, but I’m yet to hear back.” We had a shipment of coke coming in at four, and I needed Hyde with me for it. The motherfuckers who supplied us had grown increasingly hostile lately. Fuck knew what I’d do if he didn’t show.

  “Fuck,” King muttered. “I’ll call him, too. Let me know if you don’t hear back from him in the next hour or so.”

  After we ended the call, I placed my phone on the counter of the bar where I sat in the clubhouse and found Kree watching me with concern. “What?” I asked her. She’d grown into a good friend the past few months, and I often ran shit by her because she always came u
p with good suggestions.

  She leant her hip against the counter. “Is Hyde okay?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. Why?”

  “He doesn’t seem okay to me. Working in the bar, I hear a lot of whispers. And it seems to me that you’re all frustrated with him, but it also seems that no one has checked on him.”

  “Fuck, Kree, you know what Hyde’s like. He doesn’t let anyone in. I’ve tried to talk with him a few times, but he either shuts down or loses his shit with me. There’re only so many times someone can be told to fuck off before they do. What do you expect me to do if he’s not interested in sharing whatever is on his mind?”

  “Ask again. And again. Devil, friends don’t give up on each other. Eventually he’ll confide in someone, but only if he knows you care.”

  I sat and contemplated what she said while she poured drinks for some of the guys. She was right. But, Hyde could be a prick. Knowing that, though, told me I was the club member who would have to try harder to get through to him. Fuck knew, none of the others would have the patience.

  “Since when did you start smoking again?” I asked Hyde while we waited for the drop that afternoon. Thank fuck he’d turned up. Not that he’d bothered to reply to my message or King’s.

  He glared at me. “None of your fucking business.”

  Hyde had quit smoking two years earlier. He’d always been a heavy smoker, so it had stunned all of us when he’d just up and quit one day. After the way he stopped cold turkey, I’d never expected him to take it back up.

  “Why the fuck are you such an asshole, Hyde? I don’t get it. We’re your brothers, just trying to look out for you, and you treat us like absolute fucking shit some days.” None of us knew much about his past, and that seemed to be the way he preferred it. I’d never pushed to know more, because I believed everyone had a right to privacy, but maybe knowing more about him would help me understand why he was the way he was.

  He took a long drag on his smoke as he stared into the distance. We were waiting outside an abandoned warehouse that we used as one of our drop-off points. Thunder rumbled overhead, and the clouds darkened, threatening for the sky to open and dump rain on us. Hyde’s features darkened, too, as he contemplated my question.

  Finally, he looked at me and said, “You ever done something that altered your entire life, Devil? Something that also impacted other people’s lives, too. In a bad way, I mean.”

  I thought about that for a moment. The answer wasn’t one I wanted to think about too much. “I’ve done bad shit that’s affected other people’s lives. And it affected me, too, but I wouldn’t say it altered my life entirely. Why?”

  “I have.”

  “And?” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

  He finished his smoke and stubbed it out before glancing back up at me. “And… I think maybe I fucked up more than I thought I did.”

  Kree was so fucking right. Hyde needed us. As I tried to figure out how to word what I wanted to say, the guys we were waiting for showed up, and the moment was lost.

  I watched as Hyde stalked their way, his body tense, and I hoped like hell this drop went okay. His unpredictable nature concerned me, so I hurried to catch up to him.

  Rolland had brought three guys with him today instead of the one he usually showed up with. We’d agreed a year ago when we started working together that we’d both only ever bring one person with us to these drops.

  “What’s going on?” I asked him when we met in the middle. I jerked my chin towards the men he’d brought. “What happened to the deal we had?”

  His shifty eyes moved between Hyde and me. He knew us both because King always switched up who he brought with him. “Got shit to discuss with you boys today and didn’t wanna take a chance that the information I’m about to share would get me killed.”

  “Fuck,” Hyde said. “Start talking and let’s see how this shakes out.”

  Sweat rolled down Rolland’s face, and I figured it wasn’t just because of the heat. A large thunderclap overhead caused him to jump. “Fuck,” he muttered. “This shit ain’t all on me, so you just keep that in mind, yeah?”

  I stepped forward. “When Hyde tells you to start talking, he doesn’t mean to start talking shit. Spit it the fuck out!”

  He raked his fingers through his hair. “Okay, so the deal for me to only supply Storm… it has to end.” As he said that, the three men with him all pulled their guns and trained them on us. “As of today, I’ll be supplying you and one other guy. And like I said, this ain’t my preferred decision. I owe someone.”

  Hyde’s lips pulled up into a snarl. “Who else are you supplying?”

  “He’s a new player in town. I doubt you know him.”

  Hyde grasped Rolland’s shirt, ignoring that two guns were instantly trained on him. “I didn’t fucking ask if I know him, motherfucker. I asked you for his name.”

  The biggest guy that Rolland had brought with him pressed his gun to Hyde’s head. “I suggest you back the fuck away, asshole. I’m under strict instructions to shoot if you threaten any of us today.”

  Hyde ignored him and continued to stare at Rolland. “I’m waiting!” he barked.

  “Rolland,” I started, but the big guy turned his gun on me, causing me to stop.

  “Oh for fuck’s sake,” Rolland muttered. “You’re gonna find out anyway. I owe loyalty to no fucker. His name is Wesley Marx.” He paused for a moment before saying, “Now, can we get this shit done so we can all leave?”

  The last thing I wanted to do was carry on as if nothing had happened. Wesley Marx cutting in on our territory was a big fucking deal, and King would probably hunt him down and threaten to slit his throat if he didn’t stop. But with three guns on us, Hyde and I didn’t have much choice but to carry on.

  As we watched Rolland leave after we’d completed the drop, I said to Hyde, “This is gonna get messy.”

  He glanced at me and nodded. “I’ll look into who Wesley Marx is and you let King know about all this.”

  “You don’t want to let King know?” He was the VP after all.

  “No, you do it.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “You wanna finish that story you were telling me earlier?” Whatever it was, I felt like it must tie in with the shit going down between him and King.

  His eyes turned hard. “No. And don’t bring that shit up again.” With that, he turned and stalked to the van we’d brought to the drop. And I wondered if that would be my only chance to get Hyde to open up.

  Just after five thirty, I pulled up outside Hailee’s work. When I dropped her at home that morning after she stayed the night at my place again, I’d told her I’d pick her up. She was a stubborn woman and argued with me, sprouting some bullshit about being capable of walking. I’d given her a good five minutes in which to argue with me, and then I’d told her how this would go. She’d argued for another five minutes before finally giving in. I figured that was ten minutes well spent, because I planned to pick her up every day from here on out.

  “You’re late,” she said, walking my way. She’d been perched on the low brick wall outside her work, waiting for me.

  I remained on my bike and passed her a helmet. “How long you been waiting, darlin’?”

  “Maybe like five to ten minutes. Somewhere in that range.”

  I grinned. “Bullshit. I just did the block trying to find somewhere to park. You weren’t waiting out here then.”

  She poked her tongue at me, a cheeky smile pushing its way through. “I’ve gotta keep you on your toes somehow. Start as you wish to go on, and all.”

  I reached for her waist and pulled her close before she had a chance to put the helmet on. “For the record, I’m on my toes. But I do like your style.”

  “Good to hear,” she said as she hopped on the bike behind me.

  Reaching back for her, I grabbed her thighs and slid her along the bike towards me. “You’re too far away. I need that sweet pussy against my ass.”

 
; She did as I said and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. It occurred to me a moment too late that by the time we made it to her place, my dick would be like steel. Not the best way to turn up for dinner with her grandmother.

  For the next forty minutes, we weaved in and out of some of the worst Sydney traffic I’d seen in a long time. This meant that when we arrived at Hailee’s home, my prediction had proved correct.

  Hailee’s eyes travelled from my crotch to meet my gaze as we stood in her driveway. She didn’t say anything, but the way her lips twitched gave me an idea of her thoughts.

  “You’re amused by my pain?” I asked.

  She frowned. “It hurts?”

  “No, but I’m in pain. One, I really don’t wanna go inside to your grandmother like this. And two, I’m pained that I have to wait to get you under me. I’m all for dinner and talking with Jean, but a man should be able to pick his woman up from work and take her straight home to bed.”

  Her face and body softened in a way that caused me to soften. The woman who had told me she wanted to keep me on my toes was all but gone, replaced by a woman who looked at me like I’d made all the bad in her day disappear just by being there.

  She swayed a little as she clutched a handful of my shirt. “Your woman? We’ve only known each other for just over a week.”

  My eyes searched hers. “You don’t believe that two people can meet and just know they’re meant to be together?”

  “I don’t know…. I’ve never put much thought into that. I guess I’ve never met a man who fit that category.” Her words stumbled out in much the same way I figured her thoughts were stumbling all over each other. I’d caught her off guard, and it was a fucking beautiful place to catch her.

  From what I knew so far, Hailee wasn’t a closed off person, but when she was open like this, she was even more beautiful than usual.

  It all affected me. The way she chewed on her lip, and the way her thoughts caused her to waver between being a little lost and being completely there with me. Also, the way she smiled at me like I really was the only person in the world. And how she gave me her complete attention. She made me feel like whatever I had to say was important enough for her to consider.