Vidal!: Snakes Henchmen MC

by Grayson, Alivia

  I've thought a lot about all the bad stuff that comes with being with someone who doesn't love you in return, someone who kills and rules those around him with an iron fist. Someone who will demand and order me to do things I might not want to do, but if I keep thinking about that shit, I'll never be happy the way I need to be. I want to be happy. It's time I was happy.

  “Hi,” I acknowledge with a smile from my seat on our new couch. Draven had it delivered a couple of days ago when I told him the old one was a little hard on my back. He gave it to charity, so someone else could get use out of his $3,000 couch. He then had this plush, dark green one delivered. Just more proof that he's amazing. “I made dinner for you. It's in the oven, but if you've already eaten, that's okay.”

  “I haven't.” He smiles. “Thank you, beautiful.” He always thanks me with a smile, always tells me that I'm beautiful. Paul never told me that I was beautiful. I'm not vain, but every woman needs to hear someone tell her she's beautiful once in a while. “Your sister will be joining us for dinner tomorrow.”

  “She will?”

  He nods. “She came to see me earlier. She's worried about you. Brooke seems to think I'm keeping you a prisoner.” Draven chuckles, and I smile. I should have known she'd confront him. I shouldn't have kept her at arm’s length for two weeks. “I told her you'd been under the weather, but she wants to see for herself that you're okay.”

  “So you invited her to dinner? Thank you.”

  Draven winks at me and walks away, and into his huge kitchen to warm the lasagna I made for him. He shouldn't really be eating something that heavy at 11: PM, it'll lay heavy on his stomach. However, Draven is always so busy he never gets to eat early enough, and I know he'll be hitting the gym on the second floor of this house once he's finished. Well, a man doesn't get a body as hard and ripped as Draven Vidal's by sitting on his ass.

  I hear Draven rinsing off the plate before putting it in the dishwasher ready for the cycle at breakfast tomorrow, before jogging upstairs to the gym. Once he's done there, I know he'll shower. If I can keep my eyes open another hour and a half, I'll wait for him.

  Yeah, sitting here waiting for him is working real good, I'm crying to myself, and I don't even know why. God, these hormones are the pits! I'm not thinking about what happened a couple of weeks ago, I'm not thinking about anything from the past; it really is just my hormones hating on me.

  “Hey,” I jump and turn my head to face Draven as he takes a seat beside me, concern etched all over his handsome face. I didn't hear him come down the stairs. He's so damn quiet; it makes me wonder how when he's the size he is.

  “What's wrong? Is it the baby?” I shake my head and lay my hand over his on my swollen belly. Everything is wrong with me right now. I miss people so much it's killing me. People I can't talk to him about, I can't talk to anyone about them, and that hurts me more than anything.

  I can't talk about them because I'll be putting them in danger, and I don't know how Draven would react to what I told him. However, if I don't tell him and he finds out from someone else, he'll be so angry with me. I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm tired, scared, and I just want...

  “Then what is it, beautiful?” Here I go again with the damn tears. “Marnie, you're kinda worrying me here.”

  “I'm sorry, Draven. I guess my hormones just aren't my friend today.” I shrug.

  He smiles and strokes my face with his other hand because he hasn't let go of my stomach yet. “I'm sorry. I can't imagine what it's like to feel so up and down all the time. I only know what my sister told me, and trust me, she cried constantly with Jessica. She's not much better this time.” We both laugh. “She once told me the only thing that made her feel better was having Jett hold her.”

  Funny he should say that.

  “Can I ask something of you?”

  “Anything. You know that.”

  “You've done so much for me. So much for our baby,” Like the beautiful nursery, he's having fixed up with the best of everything for our child. The nursery I designed and drew out. Draven saw my drawing and set about making it a reality. I hold his big hand across my belly, still looking into his beautiful eyes. “I haven't been feeling so great this past couple of nights. I know it sounds stupid, but when I go to bed, I just lay there wishing that I could just lay with you, have you hold me so I can sleep well.”

  He smiles knowingly, and if I was feeling myself right now, I'd slap him for being so cocky, but I'm emotional, and I need him to comfort me. No one ever comforted me in my life before. Not when I needed them the most, at least.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” Draven takes my hands and helps me to my aching feet. “Let's go to bed.” He turns to leave.

  “Wait,” I pull him back a little. “I just want to lay with you. I don't want to lead you on or make you think this is anything more right now. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't attracted to you, and yes, you were right, I do want you,” I thought he'd smirk cockily, but he isn't smirking, he's just looking at me. “But for right now, can you please just hold me?”

  “Marnie, we never have to do anything you are not ready for.” No one's ever said that to me before. If I didn't want it from Paul, he'd just take it. I know in my heart Draven would never force sex on me. “And if you want me to hold you every night in my arms for the next year and do nothing more, then that's what I'll do.”

  Is it any wonder that I'm falling for him?

  “Thank you,” I tell him as he kisses my forehead and leads me to his room. We could've gone to my room, but his room is just as good. His room is pretty much like mine only more manly and a bit larger. Plus the TV in his room is massive on a level I didn't know was possible outside of a movie theater.

  I'm too tired right now to take in the beauty of the room, but there's not much in here, less is more and all that.

  “Climb in, baby.” When he calls me that it sends shivers down my spine! Draven pulls back the soft cotton sheets. He watches me with a raised eyebrow as I remove my pajama pants, leaving me in my panties and tank top that just covers my growing bump. I'm not shy to strip down like this in front of him. He's going to be my husband; he's going to see me in a lot less. Might as well get used to it now.

  “I never sleep in bottoms,” I tell him with a shrug and without shame, before climbing into the most comfortable bed, I've ever been in.

  Draven removes his sweats and t-shirt and climbs into bed. He's wearing nothing but boxer brief's, which showcase just how large the man is, and his sculpted body is making my mouth water. Every inch of him is ripped with muscle. He smirks at me. He knows damn well what he's doing to me.

  Draven pulls the sheet over us, lies back on his pillow, then grabs me and pulls me against him. I wrap my arm around his waist and snuggle into him, my head in his neck. He's so warm and smells so good, and the feeling of his hard body against mine has me throbbing.

  Oh, come on, what girl can honestly say she wouldn't be turned on by a bad boy? One with so much power? The power to give or take life with a snap of his fingers? One with so much muscle, perfect pecs, washboard abs, thick thighs, and... Well, you get the point.

  Lying bitch is what she'd be!

  Draven stays on his back, playing with my scalp at the back of my head, and it feels so good that I moan without meaning to.

  God, this isn't going to be easy. Upset I may have been, but now I'm just full blown horny. I know Draven is getting erect, I can sense his cock growing, and I can feel myself getting wet.

  Hell on earth is being pressed up against an almost naked godlike man, whom you said you didn't want to have sex with when you're so horny you could fuck a cucumber!

  Chapter Ten

  Draven

  Ah, shit. If there was ever a bad idea, this is it. When I saw Marnie crying earlier, I thought something was wrong with her, with the baby. She hasn't been one hundred percent after what happened, but she seemed to be doing better. Thankfully, the only thing wrong was her hormones. She asked if I could hol
d her in bed, hold her, but that's all.

  Hey, I could do that.

  I knew it would be torture, however. How could it not be when I've spent the past couple weeks taking care of myself – if you get what I mean – because of how badly I've wanted Marnie?

  A month without so much as touching a woman?

  Not heard of when it comes to me.

  But for her, I did it.

  When I first saw Marnie that night at her sister's wedding, I had to have her. She was so fucking beautiful it stifled me, but pregnant? She's something else entirely. Fuck, I've never known anyone as beautiful as Marnie.

  After everything that happened with the elders, not once did I think Marnie would cling to me the way she did. Something inside of her changed that day. Marnie was already a strong woman, and she's strong now, but I saw a vulnerability that touched something inside of me. I made a vow to protect her from harm, and I will see that vow through until the day I did.

  Marnie seems to be getting herself ready for marriage. Marriage to the Don. I don't expect her to be a slave to me, but she cooks for me every morning and every night. She cleans the house when she doesn't need to. She even takes my suits to the damn dry cleaners and picks them up when they're ready. As people are now very aware that Marine is my fiancée, it's not an hour before the suits are ready for Marnie to collect.

  Of course, I tell her that she doesn't need to do all of that, especially not cleaning the damn house, I have a housekeeper for that stuff. However, Marnie will just smile and tell me, ‘I like taking care of you, Draven. Just accept it, future husband,’ then she'll wink, and I'm left in awe of her.

  The council would have Marnie doing exactly what's she's been doing. They'd have her bowing down to me like a slave to her King. I won't have that. I do not want that from Marnie; she will be my Queen! Yes, once we're married, there will be no way out for her. I will not give her up, and I don't have a damn clue why. This isn't about pride or not looking stupid in front of my men. This is about the fact this woman does something to me that no one else ever has or could.

  There is not a man or woman alive who will tell me how my marriage should work. I will not treat my wife as though she was just there to clean up after me and to lay there when I want to fuck her. Been there, done that. This marriage will be something else entirely.

  Right now, I'm fighting the damn erection tenting the sheet covering my lower half. Marnie's slim body is curved up against me, her head tucked into my neck, her hand on my bare chest, fingers flexing, feeling the muscles that lie there. The moan she lets out as I play with her scalp vibrates right through me.

  “Draven,” Her sweet voice is nothing but a whisper in my ear, sending a shiver right down my spine, making my arms tingle.

  I take Marnie's hand from my chest and kiss her palm. She moans loudly.

  I've treated her with care over the past couple of weeks. I've made sure Marnie knows I will always be the man she can count on. She's shown me that she has faith in me, and God knows I know she's loyal to me. More loyal than any other woman I have ever been with.

  God help me. How am I meant to keep my hands to myself when she's this close to me?

  I feel Marnie's heat as she kisses my neck softly, my chest, and I'm powerless to stop her when she's creeping down my body, her lips caressing the muscles of my stomach as she makes her way toward my cock.

  “Marnie, you don't have to do this.”

  She looks up at me, a smirk on her face, and the waistband of my boxers in her hands. “Are you going to be my husband?”

  “Yes.”

  “You've shown me that I have nothing to worry about. The promises you made after what happened,” I close my eyes for a second. I've seen some awful things in my life, but the sight of this beautiful woman tied to that furnace pipe, soaking wet, bugs crawling all over her, and looking dead will haunt me for the rest of my life. “You've kept them all, Draven.” I open my eyes and look at her. She smiles so beautifully it warms me from the inside and out. “I know in my heart that I am safe with you. Everything else is just bullshit because now it's just you and me.”

  I cup her face, and in awe of her, I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “That's right, beautiful.”

  “Have you slept with anyone since we made this commitment?”

  I smile while stroking her hair like she's my precious pet. “No,” I tell her honestly.

  “Then I have every right to take what's mine.” Marnie pulls my boxers from my body with a mischievous giggle. “Mmm,” She moans appreciatively while taking my throbbing cock in her hand. “I have missed this cock, so thick and long. I swear on everything I love that this is the best cock I've ever had.”

  Fuck, that's what a man likes to hear. Most women will say shit like what Marnie just said to turn a man on, the hormones rushing through him don't let him think about anything other than the way those words made him feel. But I know Marnie isn't lying, she means what she's saying, and I feel like a true fucking king because of it.

  I bite my lip, pre-come already seeping from the tip of my cock. She licks it from the tip with a moan, her eyes still locked with mine. I cup Marnie's cheek again, my fingers sliding into her hair, her eyes close, a moan tearing from her throat as her mouth descends on my dick.

  Fuck!

  My head falls back, my eyes closed. My god, this feels so damn good. So damn good to feel her mouth around me after all these months. I had no idea just how much I'd missed these moments with her. All those women I had after Marnie never compared, and trust me, I compared each one to her.

  How fuckin' clichéd is that shit?

  But fuck if it isn't true.

  Her tongue slides up and down my shaft, and I feel the sensation of it everywhere! “Fuck, baby,” I can't stand it, her warm, wet mouth taking me as far as she can without choking around half of it. I'm just too big for her to take all of me, and no, I'm not just trying to make myself look good. I'm a big guy. Everywhere. Literally.

  But I will not come in her mouth, even if she is sucking me like a damn vacuum cleaner to the point I might explode. I've felt her velvet throat and how hard it was not to come down it, but I don't want that right now.

  I grab Marnie's hair in a makeshift ponytail and pull her up and away from my aching cock. “Get the fuck up here right now and sit on my face. I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours until you come in my mouth.” Her face flushes bright red at my words, just as she did that night. She might flush with embarrassment, but that doesn't mean she's embarrassed by what I said, it's because she likes my dirty words, Marnie likes being spoken to like she's a dirty little slut.

  Getting to her knees, Marnie rushes to remove her clothes, throwing them across the bed before scrambling to do exactly what I told her to do. I have only a second to appreciate how fucking gorgeous she is. She climbs over me, situating herself facing the wall, her knees either side of my head.

  “Hold the headboard, baby. You'll need to.”

  “I remember how good you ate my pussy, Draven Vidal. But just for clarification, why don't you... Oh, my god!”

  That's right, baby girl, feel it. Enjoy my tongue on your clit, inside your little hole, fucking you, teasing you, getting you ready for my monster cock.

  I lick her slowly at first. The sounds of her moans, and the way she rides my face while holding onto the headboard in a death grip has me groaning. She's riding me like she'll ride my cock when I drive it deep inside of her. The way she rode my cock that first night together.

  Fuck, I can't get enough of Marnie's scent, nor the taste of her. She's driving me insane, and fuck if I don't come all over my damn self like a teenager with no self-control! Good job I have good self-restraint.

  I feel Marnie tensing as she grabs the front of my dark hair, pulling my mouth back to her clit, guiding me just where she wants me. I nip, lick, and suck her engorged clit, and she cries out to the heavens. “Fuck! Oh, Draven. Oh, god! I'm going to come. Draven, please, I can't stop it!”


  I up the tempo, letting her know that's exactly what I want from her right now. “Fuuuuck! Fuuuuck! Draven!” Marnie comes hard, a whole body orgasm, and still, I lap at her pussy, drawing out her pleasure, making it last. She shudders against me, still moving her hips as her orgasm ebbs away.

  I tap her thighs after a few minutes, trying not to laugh under my breath at the fact she's all but smothering me.

  Marnie climbs off me, and I wipe my face with the back of my hand. She grabs that hand, pulls it away from my face and kisses me furiously while straddling me. “I want you so bad, Draven.” She tells me, pussy rubbing against my hard-on gently, teasing me.

  Gently, I grab her hips, lifting her to her knees. “Ride me, baby. Show me how bad you want me.” Show me like no one else ever has before or will again. I never wanted love before, but I won't lie, I want it so badly from this woman. I find myself wanting her approval. A man like me does not need approval from anyone, much less his woman. However, I don't just want it; I need it from Marnie. She's ruining me, and she doesn't even know it.

  Marnie leans down and kisses me again, biting my lower lip, hard. Feisty girl! I like it. With my cock in her hand, she lifts her hips and holds the tip at her entrance. One inch in and she gasps, eyes rolling. She's fucking tight. God, I remember just how tight she was that night. I don't know what she does to keep her cunt this tight, but she better keep doing it.

  “Oh, god,” She sighs while sinking slowly onto me, and her hot, wet, tight little cunt encases my cock inch by rock hard inch.

  I don't want to hurt her, but I can't seem to tell my lust filled brain not to. I've never gone this long without sex since the day I lost my virginity at fourteen. I've never wanted anyone this much either.

  I grab Marnie's ass cheeks in my hands, hers fall against my chest, and I ram her tight cunt as hard and fast as I can with abandon. She can't even keep up with me, but boy, does she try.