by Erin Trejo
“Drake?”
“Deeper.” The blade pushes in farther and I let out a feral growl that has Evie jerking her hand away. Lifting my head, I grab the blade and toss it over the edge. Lifting her naked body slightly, I reach down and free my cock. Running my free hand over the blood that now flows over my skin, I use it as lube. Bringing my hand back down and wrapping it around my cock, I coat myself in my own blood before looking back up at Evie.
“Ride me,” I demand.
She doesn’t argue with me. She lowers herself down my length, a moan ripping from her throat as she goes. Raising her hips, she slides back down as I jerk her chest against mine. I lift my hips to get deeper inside of her as her hardened nipples scrape against my chest. I’ve never felt this level of freedom. I’ve never felt this kind of connection, and with her riding my bloody cock, I feel content.
Grabbing her hair, I jerk her head back as I pump into her. Her blood covered tits sway with each motion as I slip my hand between us. Rubbing her clit, I need her to come. I want her to, and more than anything I want her to fall apart for me.
“Come for me,” I bark at her. My voice is gravelly with need but damn her! Fuck her! What is she doing to my head? What the fuck is she doing to me? I’m pissed off but I can’t stop myself with her. She makes me feel things that I shouldn’t feel, that I shouldn’t want. I work her clit a little a harder, knowing my blood is staining her pussy right now. Each thrust has my balls tightening. “Do it! Fuckin’ do it!”
And she does. She explodes, milking my cock as we both fall apart. Her head drops to my chest, her warm breath fluttering across my skin. I’m in a haze. I don’t know what to do. My hands move to wrap around her, holding her closer to me.
“You confuse me,” I admit. She tries to lift her head but I don’t let her.
“Why?”
“The things I can hear when you say nothin’. They make me wonder what I’m doin’ with you. I watched you, Evie. I waited and then I fuckin’ took you, and yet you’re not fightin’ me.” The anger slowly begins to slip back in. Why? Why isn’t she fighting me? Any normal person would and yet she’s here, falling into my arms like she actually belongs.
“I knew who you were before you took me,” she whispers. I push her away from me and watch as she falls to the other side of the tub on her ass.
“You what?”
“I knew who you were, Drake. You aren’t unknown by other MC’s. They fear you. There’s talk about you.”
“What talk?” I yell louder this time. Evie jerks but I don’t give a damn.
“Just that you’re as ruthless as everyone says you are.”
I run my hand over my face annoyed with myself. Am I letting her get too close? This is going to end badly.
“I wanted you for two reasons, Evie.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to make you bleed, but the ultimate reason I wanted you?” I look up at her now needing her to see me, the real me. The monster that is me. “I wanted to drag you to hell with me.” She doesn’t get it. I can see the look in her eyes, and even though I’ve told her before that I wanted to kill her, she still doesn’t get it.
“I don’t understand.”
I move so I can reach for her face, grabbing it in my hands.
“I am the devil, Evie and I wanted you to be my bride. I wanted us to reign in hell together.”
Chapter 13
I’ve fought my inner demons for days. I’ve fought the monster in me telling me that she’s only here because I forced her to be and yet she has done nothing to try and run from me. She’s cooked, she’s cleaned. She has made herself at home in my hell and I don’t know how to react to that. I’ve never had a woman in my space. I’ve never invited one in. Yet, here she is.
“We need to head out,” I tell her as I toss my plate in the sink. She quickly moves to wash and dry it before looking back at me.
“Where are we going?”
“To the clubhouse.” Her body tenses when I say that. I can see her shutting down and the way she hugs herself pisses me off. She’s afraid of them? She should be but not when she’s with me. Has she forgotten who the fuck I am?
“Is that a good idea?” she asks, her little pouty lips trembling. Despite how many women I’ve been with I don’t know how to handle this one. I’ve always been rough with them. I’ve always just taken what I wanted and moved on, but Evie isn’t going anywhere and I find myself at odds with that.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” I ask, cocking my head to the side to study her. I see her fear and it stirs something in me. I want her to be afraid but at the same time I’m finding that I don’t want her to fear me as much as I thought I did. I want her to willingly give herself to me. I want her to fall into my arms and let me have her. It’s a contradiction in itself. One that I’m struggling with. Daily. Sometimes hourly.
“Do they know who I am?” I chuckle darkly at her question.
“Does it matter? You are now mine. That’s all they need to know.”
“Do you think Cory won’t come after me?”
There it is. The rage that was simmering is now boiling in my blood. I almost think she likes me like this. Unhinged. I move toward her quickly, wrapping my hands around her throat before slamming her body against the counter. She winces but doesn’t say anything.
“Do you want him to come? Is that what you’re hopin’ for? You think he can come in here and take what I’ve claimed? Is that how much you know about me?” Her eyes widen as the air slowly leaves her lungs. She keeps her head held high, challenging me. I know she wants me to do it. I won’t, though.
“He claimed me first,” she nearly growls.
Releasing her throat, I spin her around, shoving her chest down on the counter. Ripping the shorts down her legs, I spread them wide before releasing my cock.
“You think he owns you?” I thunder. “You think he will ever own you?” Grabbing my cock in my hand I roughly plunge into her ass.
“Fuck you, Drake!” she screams through the agony of my assault. I don’t wait for her to adjust to me. Hell, I don’t give two shits at all at this moment. She wanted to play with the devil and now I’m giving her that chance. Each thrust into her sends me climbing. Each thrust into her sends her further into tears.
“Who fuckin’ owns you, Evie?” I grunt as I thrust harder.
“Fuck you!”
“No, I’m fuckin’ you! You wanted to dance with the devil now twirl for me!”
She shocks me a little more when her hands reach behind her, grabbing her cheeks and spreading them wider for me. The snarl that rips out of my throat is feral. It’s demonic. And she’s causing it. What the hell is with this girl? Why is she doing this? In this moment, I can’t think straight. Is that what she’s going for? I don’t care. I fuck her, raw and rough. Her cries have now turned to pants of pleasure as my cock swells inside of her. I howl my release as I fill her ass full of me. When I pull out quickly she whines. Lifting her in my arms I carry her to the table and stand her in front of it.
“Get on there!”
She does so quickly, lying on the table, spreading her thighs wide for me. This isn’t love. It never will be. I don’t love anything and I never will. This is lust in its rawest form and I want to make her feel it. I drop to my knees and spread her pussy roughly open. Shoving my fingers into her, she screams as I smirk.
“Drake! That hurts!”
“Good!” I let my fingers become lubed up with her wetness before slipping my whole hand inside of her. Evie pants but I don’t stop. I’m sure this does hurt and the thought alone makes my cock leap to life. She doesn’t need to tell me, she just needs to take what I’m giving. I spin my hand inside of her, rubbing that spot that has her legs quaking before twisting it back the other way.
“Goddamn it, Drake!”
“Does it hurt, Evie?” I ask but when she doesn’t answer, I stand with my hand still inside of her. M
oving my fingers just slightly, she gasps at the feeling. Touching her every wall, I groan.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she whispers as her lashes flutter. Well, that isn’t good enough. Curling my hand, I begin to fuck her with it. Pounding it into her, she screams.
“Now?”
“Fuck! Yes, that hurts!”
That’s what I wanted to hear. I plunge my hand inside of her, pull out, and repeat. The way her pussy wraps around it draws me in. I can’t tear my eyes away. I watch as I fuck her with my fist and all I can think about is if she will bleed. Would she bleed for me? The thought occurs to me that I haven’t cut her. I haven’t made her bleed right now and that disturbs me. But not for long. Evie’s cries pull my eyes to hers. Tears roll down her cheeks as I keep up my pace. She doesn’t know what this is. Is it pleasure? Is it pain? Is it the sweetest torture she’s ever felt? Either way, I give it to her as she screams for me. Her pussy clenches and I fucking growl. Evie’s back lifts off the table as she comes hard. Her eyes are clenched shut, tears pouring down her cheeks. Her face is red, her pussy clenches causing her to squirt. It’s fucking heaven in my hell. She’s the perfect dark angel.
When she’s finished and drops back onto the table, I slowly ease my hand out of her. She whines as it pops free and I look down at my soaked flesh. I’ve never seen anything so perfect. I don’t want to wash it off. I want to savor it, keep it forever like this. Her wetness, her cum, her body. I bring my hand to my mouth and run my tongue over it. My eyes roll back as I taste her on my tongue.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask when I finally open my eyes and look back down at her.
“Yes,” she whispers softly.
“But you liked it. You came all over me,” I remind her gently. Evie lifts herself up to sit in front of me and scoots to the edge of the table. Grabbing my face in her hands she brings her lips to mine tasting herself. She moans into my mouth and I nearly fucking come on the spot.
“I liked it,” she whispers before kissing me again, harder this time.
I let my tongue invade her mouth, pulling at hers but my head is warning me like a fucking siren that I shouldn’t like this as much as I do. She isn’t fighting me and I don’t know why. Hell, she hasn’t even been back in the basement since the other day. I pull away from her quickly, watching the glazed over look in her eyes.
“Get your clothes on. We gotta go,” I tell her before pulling away and adjusting my own clothes. I grab my cut off the back of the chair and slip my arms into it. The Royal Bastards patch burning into my back. I’ve never been anything else. I’ve never wanted to be. The thought that I was going to end it all and just let them deal with my aftermath angers me a little. I’m mad at myself but I’ll take it out on her. I know I will. That’s just who I am.
“Do they know I’m coming?” Evie asks as she pulls her shorts back on. I got her some clothes brought over by one of the club whores. She never even asked where they came from. Didn’t seem to give a shit. Was life with Cory so bad that she doesn’t see me the way I see me?
“My prez does. That’s all that matters.” I ignore her as I set about grabbing my stuff, stuffing my phone and cigarettes in my pocket. I grab a bottle of water and pop the top, taking it all down in a few gulps before I turn to see Evie watching me. Lowering the bottle, I toss it in the trash and move toward her slowly. She licks her lips as I get closer until my hand travels up her throat. Giving it a light squeeze, she smiles. Fucking smiles.
“You’re smilin’.”
“I haven’t in a long time.”
“Why not?”
“Have you ever felt like everything in your life has been wrong until one moment? One moment in time and you feel like things fell into place?”
“Never. I’ve always known what I was.”
“I haven’t known that.”
“Until?” I press her. What is she getting at? She feels that with me? She wants that with me?
“I don’t know, Drake. Something about you, being here. It makes me feel different. I can’t explain it.”
“I can,” I whisper as I lean in closer and press my lips to hers. “Welcome to the dark side, baby.”
Chapter 14
The ride was different this time. Evie wrapped herself around me like she fucking belonged on the back of my bike. In a way, I think she does. I know this is all fucked up and the plan was shot to shit when I saw something else in her, now I’m as confused as ever. I want to keep her. I want to have her in my bed every night, I want her screaming just like she did on that table, but in the back of my mind I know there’s a war that’s slowly brewing and it’s my fault. Eventually I will have to deal with it and I know that.
Pulling into the clubhouse, I park and kill the engine. Climbing off, I don’t offer my hand to Evie like a good man should, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She climbs off leaving the helmet on the seat as we walk toward the door. That’s another thing about her that I like. She isn’t clingy. She doesn’t need to be hanging off me all the time. I pull the door open and usher her inside. As soon as we step in the stares and whistles start. I flip them all off as I press my hand to her back and guide her toward the bar.
“Sit there. I gotta talk to Demon.” She doesn’t argue, just sits like she’s told. I find myself a little amused by her. Why doesn’t she argue or fight? She hasn’t since I took her and I make a mental note to ask her later. Not that I don’t like her submission but I don’t understand it. I don’t like things I can’t understand. Heading down the hall I say hi to a few guys. I’m not interested in chatting with them further, I just want to know what the fuck Demon wanted me here for. Stopping at his door, I open it and walk in. A little blonde is on her knees sucking his cock as I watch.
“You came.”
“You told me to,” I remind him as I watch her bob her head. It doesn’t turn me on to watch others getting a blow job but I still watch. Demon grunts as he blows down her throat. I just drop onto the couch and wait. When he’s finished, he shoves the girl off and sends her on her way.
“What is this shit?” I ask looking up at Demon.
“Straight to the point, yeah?”
“You stormed in my house and demanded I be here. Yeah, I’m to the point.” My anger is there, slowly festering but so far Demon hasn’t called it out.
“You kept her.”
“Is that a question?”
“No. I saw you bring her ass in here. Are you ready for what’s gonna happen when Cory realizes you have her?” I huff out a laugh and lounge on the couch watching him.
“You think I’m stupid? I know what the fuck I’m up against and I can handle it. I told you this before.” His eyes meet mine and I see the anger in them. I might be ready for this but he isn’t. “Take that fuckin’ look off your face, brother. I’m not includin’ the club in this shit.” In seconds he’s out of the chair and yanking me off the couch. His fist slams into my face, blood slides down my chin. I smirk as he pulls back again but he doesn’t strike. Instead he becomes angry.
“You think the club isn’t involved in this? You are my fuckin’ VP, Drake!”
“And she isn’t your problem or this club’s problem, brother. She’s mine. I’ll deal with the blowback before it ever becomes an issue.” His eyes find mine and there’s an uncertainty in them. I can’t say I don’t get it; I do understand. Demon lowers his hand and steps away from me as he blows out a breath. I pull a cigarette out and light it up before wiping the blood off my chin with the back of my hand.
“I get it, Demon. I do, but I’m gonna handle Cory,” I remind him once more.
“She on board with this? She don’t look like she’s fightin’ it.” I raise my shoulder in a shrug because frankly I don’t give a shit if she’s on board or not.
“She hasn’t fought me.”
“A fact you don’t find a little odd?” he asks raising an eyebrow. I shrug again and chuckle before blowing smoke into the air.
“At first I did. Now I’m not s
o sure. She doesn’t seem to mind bein’ around me.” It still confuses me. Don’t get me wrong. Anyone in their right mind would run from a man like me and the things I have done, but she isn’t.
“No one’s heard from Bic. I got guys lookin’ into it.” Shit, I didn’t need this shit on top of everything else.
“I ain’t talked to him either,” I add. No one will be. Not after what I did to him. Besides, he’s in a better hell than this one now.
“Sent a few guys out to his sister’s place. She said her man disappeared and might be with him, but she ain’t talked to him either.”
I sigh, thanking God that the little bitch didn’t say a word about what happened out there that night. I might have gone back and taken care of her had she spoken up.
“Want me to check around?” I offer while in the back of my mind, I know where the little bastard is. He’s buried in a cemetery, isn’t that enough?
