by Erin Trejo
Blood Lust
Blood Lust
By Erin Trejo
Edited by: Elfwerks Editing
Proofread by: Chriss Prokic
Cover Design: Jay Aheer with Simply Defined Art
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Contents
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else, and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.
HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.
OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’Lady. PERIOD.
CHURCH is MANDATORY.
LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.
HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.
TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.
TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.
NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.
Prologue
Her arms are tied to the bed, her body writhing around trying to get free. It does nothing for me. She does nothing for me.
Andrea. She belongs to Black. The asshole who owns the local River Casino. He pays us for our protection but those payments have been missing for the last month. We warned him. We gave him a chance. In fact, I gave him more than one but now he has to pay. If it isn’t in the form of money, then I will use force. I love using force.
“Just let me go. He will pay. I promise,” Andrea cries as she looks up at me, watching me toy with the knife in my hand.
“You know, that would be nice, but he’s had over a month, darlin’. Do you think he really cares that much for you that he’d cough up the money now?” I ask her with a smirk on my face. No matter what she thinks, he doesn’t get that choice, not anymore.
“He will!” She cries. I lean down, pressing the tip of the blade to her chest.
“No, he won’t. As tragic as this will be for him.” I plunge the knife into her chest. The way her eyes widen but no sound leaves her mouth, makes me hard.
I stare at her, the life slowly leaving her.
“God, you were fuckin’ sexy as hell. Too bad he didn’t pay.” I pull the knife free before tossing it to the side. I reach for her chest, sliding my hands through the blood that coats her skin. My dick jerks at the feel of its warmth. Her little gasps for air are too much. I reach down and coat my dick in her blood as I stroke myself. I bite my lip, loving the way it slips and slides in my hand.
“Fuck!” I growl as I feel myself getting closer.
I look down into Andrea’s near lifeless eyes before lifting her leg. I slide my dick inside of her and thrust.
“You love feelin’ me covered in your blood?” I say as I pick up my pace. I thrust harder, her eyes fluttering. She’s so close. Not to release but to death. My heart hammers in my chest as I fuck her faster. I hear her gasp and that’s all I need to fill her little pussy full of me. She will never feel that again. I lean down and rub my chest against hers, coating me in her blood. Her life. Her death. It’s all mine now.
“God, you were perfect.” I pull my dick free before shoving off the bed.
I pick up the saw and grin. “Now we will get your man a little trophy.”
Chapter 1
Lust. One of the seven deadly sins. It can be fatal. I’ve seen it happen. I’ve felt it. I’ve watched it spin out of control. My lust is different than most. What I claim is far more personal. I want blood.
I watch her as she walks with her friends, the way her ass sways when she moves. Her body calls to me in ways that it shouldn’t. Thoughts of taking her and having my way run rampant through my mind. Bending her over, feeling the forbidden touch of her flesh against mine. More so, I want to see how she looks tied up and at my mercy.
Do you know how many rules that goes against? A rival club member’s old lady? The worst part? She’s the president’s old lady. That just adds to the dream. Having her blood coating my hands and knowing she belongs to him.
We don’t have any beef with the South Side MC. We never really have. We keep our distance out of respect but that’s it.
I don’t want her to be mine, that’s not what this is. This is lust in its primal form. This is the need to feel something that I shouldn’t. The desire to hold onto her hips while I take her in ways that she has never been taken. The need to watch her bleed all over me. The desire to watch how the ropes slice into her delicate skin.
I smoke my cigarette and keep my distance, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold out, taking what I want. The urge to rush over there right now is becoming more than I can I resist. My dick jerks in my jeans just begging for a taste of her. The idea of having her slick wetness on my tongue stirs things up in my mind.
I shake my head when my phone rings, pulling it out of my pocket.
“Where are you?” Demon snaps on the other end of the line. I don’t pull my eyes away from her, not yet.
“What the fuck do you want?” I ask, following her every move.
“You handle that shipment?”
“Of course. Who the fuck do you think you’re talkin’ to?” I growl into the phone. He knows me better than anyone. If I say I’ll handle something, I will handle it. I press the end button just as Evie walks into the little salon with her friends. I reach down and adjust my dick before I stand.
It’s time to take care of business before I can get back to the finer things in life. Like Evie.
I head down the block before grabbing the bag out of the truck. I opt for the truck on my outings knowing that if Evie catches a glimpse of the bike, she will know something is up. I take pride in keeping myself behind the scenes when it comes to her. As much as I wished I could just walk up and claim her, I know that would cause a war between clubs. A war
we aren’t ready to handle.
I stroll up the dock and straight into the River Casino and head toward the back while security watches me. I don’t give a shit about them. I don’t care that they see me. They know who I am and what I’m here for.
“Where’s Black?” I ask after I shove through the back door. No one stops me, they don’t dare.
“In his office,” the pretty blonde says. I give her a wink knowing damn good and well that I’ll be fucking her after this little exchange is over.
I knock once on the last door in the hallway before walking in.
“Got somethin’ for you.” I drop the bag on his desk. His golden eyes look up from the paperwork that he was reading through before I stormed in.
“You have no manners, Drake,” he says. I shrug before I sit in the leather chair across from him.
“I wasn’t bred with manners. You should know that,” I say nodding toward the bag.
Black pulls the bag closer to him, pulling the zipper. He peeks inside before jumping from his seat. Seeing his pale face makes me grin.
“What the fuck, Drake!” he yells pointing at the bag. I stand up and step toward the desk. I peek inside the bag and grin.
“What’s wrong? Don’t recognize your own wife?” I ask with a dark chill to my voice. His head snaps up, his eyes locking on mine. He’s unsure of what he saw. I’m not. I put the bitch’s head in there. In fact, I’m the one who cut it the fuck off.
“You didn’t.” He steps back up to his desk, pulling the side of the bag down once more. There she is; all bloody and mangled. I think I did a good job on her.
“What did you do?” He yells through the tears. I smile. I did my fucking job is what I did.
My craving for the female flesh may have messed my mind slightly and I may have gotten carried away with her, but I think she turned out beautifully. The way the saw blade cut through her bone. Just thinking about it sends a chill up my spine.
Black’s hand moves to his side but before he has the chance, I pull my gun first.
“You don’t like what I did with her?” I ask aiming the gun at his head. His eyes water, his body shudders. Black isn’t used to my kind of art work. I love the female body and what I can do to it.
“Why her, Drake?” His eyes are full of tears. Tears hold no meaning for me. Tears are nothing but the natural reaction that your body is forced to use.
I smile before I say, “You owed the club. You didn’t pay. I think I warned you a few times that you wouldn’t like what I did if you didn’t pay. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Black, you own a goddamn casino!” I wave my gun through the air around the room paying close attention to his overly priced shit.
“You’ll pay for this.”
I pull my silencer out of my back pocket and screw it on while he watches. He doesn’t dare move and he knows it. His hands automatically go up, silently begging me not to kill him.
“As much as I’d love to do to you what I did to her, I don’t have time. I have bigger things to handle. You won’t get the chance to make me pay.” I aim and fire. That’s it. That’s all it took.
His body falls to the ground. I gaze over the desk and look at where he lays on the floor. I just shrug. Shooting isn’t my favorite way to kill, but in times like this, it’s helpful.
I put the gun back in my waistband before heading into the hallway. I spot the blonde, giving her a wink.
“You’re ridin’ with me today.” I snap my fingers, loving how she jumps up. She knows me. She’s always wanted me. Every time I’ve come in here her eyes track my every move, and today I will let her have what she wants.
She steps up next to me as I throw my arm around her shoulder.
“All this time and you’ve never told me your name,” I tell her with a grin. She smiles up at me, opening that beautiful mouth of hers. “Cheryl.” Not what I want to call her but I guess she wasn’t mine to name. Some women just have the ugliest names.
“We’re gonna go to my place, sweetheart. I’m gonna do all kinds of things to this little body of yours.” Her body shudders at my words. She might like the sound of it now, but I can promise you that once we get there, she will change her tune.
I usher her into the truck before climbing in with her. I take off through town, my dick straining in my jeans. All I want is to watch that beautiful red blood flow from her skin.
“What do you do for Black?” she asks when the silence becomes too much for her. I like the silence. That’s when I get inside my own head. That’s when plans formulate, but in order to not scare her away, I have to play the role that was handed to me.
“Nothin’ anymore. We had an arrangement that he didn’t make good on. He sort of lost his head.” I grin inwardly at that one. First time I’ve ever cracked a fucking joke. Except it wasn’t his head, it was his wife’s.
“He can be intense.” That catches my interest.
“How’s that?” She fiddles with her hands in her lap but when she turns toward me, I can see it. He did something to her.
“He had this fetish.”
Oh, here we go! I knew Black wasn’t as straight forward as he claimed to be.
“What kind of fetish? Like tyin’ you up?” I ask, trying to appear like I give a shit about what he did to her. In reality, what he did to her is going to be nothing compared to what I’m about to do.
Her cheeks redden giving me the answer I wanted.
“I like to do that too. That a problem?” Her eyes widen before she looks up at me and shakes her head. Women. They think just because one man ties them up and fucks them, that’s what will happen with another man. Why are they so secure in that fact? Have they never met a bastard in their lives?
“I’ll make it fun.” I grin. She bites her lip clearly excited now. Little does she know I won’t be making it fun for her.
I pull into the driveway like a madman. Turning the truck off, I hop out and walk around to open her door like the fucking gentleman I am. Hey, I do have some standards.
“How long have you worked for Black?” I ask her to get her into her comfort zone. The last thing on my mind is chasing her ass around the house. Even though that could be fun, it’s not the kind of mood I’m in.
“Six years. His wife is a good friend of mine. Well, she was. I don’t know how to look at her anymore since I slept with him,” she replies looking ashamed. I try to keep the smile off my face considering that I left her head on the desk at the casino. She doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.
“Things happen,” I say as we step inside the back door. Before I can click the lock, her mouth is on me. Who fucking knew she’d be that horny already?
I take it though. I kiss her back, my hands roaming her body. I pull her silk blouse over her head before returning my lips to hers.
Her tongue snakes into my mouth so fucking deliciously. I grind against her letting her feel what she’s doing to me. I’m hard as a fucking rock and all I want is to be inside of her but not before I enjoy every last piece of her flesh.
“Let’s go to my room,” I whisper against her lips, “I want to taste you.”
She moans against me and when I lift her in my arms, she fucking groans louder. She’s horny as hell.
I head toward the basement door licking and sucking on her neck. Her body grinds against mine, trying to get as close to me as she can.
I take the stairs quickly before moving toward the bed. I toss her on it roughly, nodding toward her skirt, “Get it all off,” I growl as I strip out of my own clothes.
I pull my jeans down my legs while I watch her shimmy the skirt down hers. She’s fucking beautiful. Her perfectly flawless skin glows in the light. She’s fucking gorgeous.
She lays on the bed while I look over her body.
“Touch yourself.” She locks eyes with me as her hand slowly moves between her legs. She rubs herself while I stroke my dick, thoughts of cutting her, watching her bleed fill my mind. She’s so fucking perfect but without that crimson smeared over her,
she’s lacking.
I stalk toward her, she’s completely unaware of everything that surrounds her and what’s about to happen. She hasn’t looked around the room at all, her eyes have stayed on me. Why do women do that? Why do they focus on the man when they need to be concerned about the whole package?
Nevertheless, I take advantage of that. It makes the game that much easier for me.
I stalk toward her before climbing onto the bed. “Spread ‘em,” Cheryl does as she’s told, spreading her legs wide for me. I drop down and slide my tongue over her wetness. She reaches down gripping my hair in hands. That’s right enjoy touching me while you can.
I dive into her pussy like a starving man and I suppose in way I am. It’s been far too long since I’ve been buried between a pair of sexy thighs.
I eat her until she screams. “Drake! Oh God, it’s too much!” she cries. Yeah, I’m that good.
I don’t stop. “Come baby. Come on, fuckin’ come all over me,” I growl against her. As much as I want the release, I want her to bleed.
My body is craving it in ways that it shouldn’t.
Cheryl comes after a few more thrusts of my tongue. I pull away with the scent of her on my face, on my tongue. I stand from the bed while she breathes heavily, grabbing my knife out of the drawer next to the bed, I pull the chains up the headboard.
“You ready to have some real fun?” I ask her. My mind screams for this. My body tenses, focusing on my next move.
Climbing on the bed, I grab her wrists and secure them with the chains. She tugs at them before her eyes go wide.
“What are you doing?” She cries when I grin down at her. Her eyes are wide, chest heaving with her ragged breaths, fear quickly replacing the pleasure in her eyes. She has no idea what I have I planned for her.
“This is the fun part,” I tell her. When her arms are secure, I grab the knife I placed next to her.
