“You want me to take you out then, baby?” I asked her, seeing exactly what she was angling for. But if she was willing to test me, she’d better be ready to accept the consequences for it.
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes all hot with the dare. “I do.”
I smirked at her, getting to my feet and pulling her up with me. “Come on then. But I’m not taking you out dressed like a fucking secretary.”
A breath of laughter escaped her and I caught her hand, dragging her up the stairs to Saint’s room with a smile playing around my lips.
“Are we allowed up here?” she asked hesitantly.
“No. Do you think we’ll get in trouble?” I asked, throwing a look at her over my shoulder.
“Definitely,” she breathed.
“And does that turn you on?”
Tatum didn’t reply, but the way she bit her lip told me it did.
I headed straight for Saint’s closet and pulled her inside.
“Strip,” I commanded. “But you can keep the underwear on.”
I headed down the rack of clothes Saint had bought her, eyeing most of it dismissively until I found a pair of leather pants and pulled them off the rack. That asshole had clearly bought them knowing I’d like her in them and despite the bullshit he tried to spout about wanting her to look pristine all the damn time, I knew he wanted her roughed up sometimes too.
I searched the rack of tops but couldn’t find anything I liked so I grabbed her a tight black tank instead.
I turned back to find she hadn’t taken off the secretary getup and I growled at her as I moved forward to help her out of it. Tatum’s eyes widened as I closed in on her, but she was too late to stop me now. She’d had her chance to do this the easy way.
I ripped the shirt open, scattering buttons everywhere and she yelped in alarm as she flinched back, making her tits bounce with the movement.
“Am I ripping the pants off too?” I asked, wondering if we should just stay in instead of going out after all.
“I can do it,” she growled, clearly less than impressed about my caveman attitude but I just didn’t give a shit. Not a single one.
She shrugged out of the remains of the shirt and I caught her arm to get a closer look at it as my gaze caught on a rose shaped scar on the inside of her forearm.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
“Don’t tell me you have a scar fetish?” she accused, rolling her eyes as she jerked her arm back out of my grip.
“Naw. But I’ve got a violence fetish and scars usually go hand in hand with violence.”
“Well, sorry to disappoint you but not this one.”
She didn’t seem inclined to tell me any more about it, but I soon forgot it as she dropped her pants too. Saint may have had questionable taste in clothes for her, but he’d done an exceptional job on the underwear and I was more than happy to appreciate the view of her modelling it for me.
I folded my arms and watched as she changed into the clothes I’d given her, my gaze snagging on the way the leather pants hugged her ass.
I’m gonna bite that peachy ass one day real soon.
“Satisfied?” she asked, cocking her head at me like a real rich bitch and damn near stomping that foot. I swear if she did it though I’d be out. I couldn’t stand those fucking girls.
“Not quite,” I said, moving forward and grabbing her tank top right beneath her tits before ripping the material in half. She gasped as I yanked the bottom half off of her and I smirked at the look of my home made crop top on her body. “Much better.”
Tatum gaped at me for a moment but a smile soon pulled at those lips. “You’re a fucking animal, you know that?”
“Naw, baby, I’m much worse than an animal. They never kill for sport.” I leaned in close as her breath caught and I clawed my fingers into her perfectly styled hair, messing it up until it looked like she’d just woken up from a night filled with fucking. Perfect.
I turned away from her and grabbed one of Saint’s black shirts from the rack before hanging it in the middle of the white section. Next, I opened his cufflink drawer and swapped three of the boxes around.
“He’s gonna lose the plot when he finds that,” Tatum breathed and her voice was rough with excitement as her blue eyes danced with energy.
“That’s the point, baby, you wanna join me?”
She only hesitated for a moment before hurrying to my side and taking a pair of his sweatpants from the perfectly piled stack. She turned them inside out, folded them perfectly again and slipped them back into the pile beneath another pair.
“Are you as wet for me as I am hard for you right now?” I teased, watching her as she fucked with the demon who owned her like she wasn’t afraid for her life. Or maybe she was but she just knew the thrill of it was worth the consequences like I did.
“Probably, but I’m still not adding sex to our deal.”
Her response surprised me so much that a real laugh tore from my lips. She looked up at me with a laugh of her own and I was seriously tempted to test her resolve on that decision. But I was more tempted to see more of what she was like when she was breaking the rules.
“C’mon my little rebel. We’ve got a date to attend.” I picked up the clothes she’d taken off and tossed them in the laundry basket so that Saint wouldn’t know she’d been in here too easily before hurrying back out onto the balcony and down the stairs with Tatum on my heels.
We crossed the living room but before we made it past the couch, Tatum shrieked and stumbled backwards.
I turned to look at her in confusion as she leapt up onto the couch and pointed at the floor. “Holy shit, look at that thing!”
I followed her arm and spotted the huge spider scuttling across the flagstones, a laugh bursting from my lips as I realised what had gotten her all skittish.
“Don’t tell me you can fuck with Saint’s perfect closet without pissing yourself, but at the sight of a little spider you shit your pants?” I teased.
“Shut up and get rid of it!” she demanded and I arched a brow at her tone.
“Bossy much?”
“For fuck’s sake, Kyan, please.” She aimed those big blues at me and for some reason I was tempted to give in to her request.
“What do I get for rescuing you?” I asked, my gaze sliding over her in those leather pants.
“What do you want?” she ground out, giving me a look that said I was an asshole, but I’d made my peace with that a long time ago.
“A kiss,” I said, eyeing her lips for a lingering moment as I smirked at her.
She snorted a breath of frustration, her eyes flicking to the spider which was headed her way again. “Fine,” she snapped, “Just get rid of it!”
“Your wish is my command.” I gave her a mocking bow and headed over to deal with the little fucker. And to be fair it was a pretty big beasty.
The thing was fast, scuttling away from me in a bid to escape but I managed to catch it on my third attempt, cupping it between my hands as it scrambled to get free.
“Don’t kill it,” she exclaimed like she thought I was about to crush the little thing.
“Why would I kill it?”
“I just assumed…I mean you beat the shit out of people for fun, so…”
I rolled my eyes at her and she held her breath as I crossed the room and dutifully tossed it outside. “I kick the shit out of people who deserve it or who want me to. I’m not gonna kill some little spider for no reason.”
“You care about its life?” The surprise in her big blues was kinda offensive, but I guessed that maybe she had good reason to have a low opinion of me. Hell, most people had good reason to have a low opinion of me.
“I care about its life more than I do about most people’s,” I granted her as I kicked the door shut again. “Animals aren’t capable of evil so they don’t deserve any from me.”
“That’s…unexpected,” she said, tilting her head as she looked at me in a wholly different way than usual.
> I stalked closer to her, having to look up at her as she still stood on the couch. “Well don’t get too excited, baby,” I purred. “Because you look pretty human to me.”
“Maybe you should get a kiss from the spider then?”
“Naw. His lips are hairier than yours.”
She tried to fight off a smile at that and I reached up to curl a hand around her cheek. “You gonna keep me waiting?”
Her gaze drifted to my mouth and she shook her head slowly, moving forward to lean on the back of the couch as she closed the distance between us.
I let my hand slide from her cheek, reaching out with my other arm as well and curled my hands around her waist, liking the way her soft skin felt beneath my rough hands.
“Just one kiss,” she warned.
“Just the one,” I agreed.
She let out a shaky breath and leaned in, the vanilla and honey blossom scent of her enveloping me as she looked into my eyes.
Her lips parted and her eyes fell shut as she leaned closer, her lips almost brushing mine before I turned my cheek and the soft warmth of her mouth grazed against the stubble on my jaw.
She pulled back in surprise, her eyes widening as she looked at me like she wasn’t sure what the hell to think of that. “That’s the second time you’ve made me lean in for a kiss and rejected me,” she growled.
I laughed darkly, my grip tightening on her waist as I tugged her closer, our mouths almost touching again. But not quite. “I only kiss girls who I want to make mine in every way,” I said in a low voice. “It’s not necessary for fucking and I don’t see the point in it unless it means something.”
Her eyes widened as she took that in, her gaze holding me captive for a long moment and I had to admit I was tempted to find out what she tasted like.
I shifted one hand from her waist to her hair and fisted her blonde locks through my fingers, tugging her head back before dipping my mouth to the hollow of her neck and running my tongue right up to that spot beneath her ear. She gasped at the contact, a shiver running through her entire body as I growled with desire.
“But don’t worry, baby, if you want me to, I can do much better things to you with my mouth than kissing.”
I released her and stepped away again, beckoning for her to follow me as I headed down the short corridor which led out through the back of the church.
A moment later, her footsteps followed me and I smirked at the fact that I’d shocked her into silence for once.
I led her through my bedroom and into the bathroom where she slept, picking up the huge bag of makeup Saint had bought her and rifling through it until I found a blood red lipstick. The perfect colour for smearing over my cock. Which I still wasn’t convinced would be happening, but I liked to prepare for the best outcome.
I left her to put it on and headed back into my room, ditching my own clothes in a heap on the floor before pulling on a pair of black jeans and a white tank. All the better to see the bloodstains later.
Last, I grabbed my favourite leather jacket and threw it on before grabbing my second favourite for her.
Tatum emerged from the bathroom as I headed back towards it and my eyes widened as I took in her dirtied up look. She’d even gone one better than just putting on that lipstick for me and had shadowed her eyes to match. She looked fucking badass and I was more tempted than ever to put that bad ass to good work.
I tossed her my jacket and she hesitated a moment. “Saint doesn’t like me smelling like you.”
“Saint’s not here, baby, and I want you marked out as mine tonight in every way thinkable.”
She swallowed thickly at my words and for a moment it didn’t even look like she hated them as she pulled my jacket on. Yes. Fuck yes.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her back out into the living room and she breathed a laugh as she picked up on my excitement. There was a tall set of drawers by the door and I opened the top one, taking two rolls of cash from it. There was two thousand dollars in each of them. Saint’s pocket change. I’d pay him back out of my winnings. Probably. Or maybe not.
I shoved the money into my pocket and grabbed a notepad and fancy ass fountain pen next.
I pulled the lid from the pen with my teeth and spat it onto the floor before scribbling a note for Saint and Blake.
I’ve taken our pet out for a bit. Be back when I’m back.
I tossed the note and pen down on the dining table, leaving the lid off to enrage Saint even more.
“Where are we going?” Tatum asked as I pulled her out of the door and into the night.
“Sad as it is, I’m gonna take you to what might just be my favourite place in the world,” I replied and she didn’t have anything to say to that, only offering a frown which said she didn’t like me being cryptic.
I led her through campus all the way up the hill to the main gates and she started to drag her feet as I didn’t slow.
“Why are we heading for the gate?” she asked urgently.
“Because I promised to take you out.”
Tatum jerked to a halt and I turned to look at her in the moonlight.
“We’re on lockdown! Are you fucking insane?” she hissed.
“Yeah, baby, I am,” I purred, moving closer to her and catching her waist as I pulled her body flush with mine and inhaled that vanilla honey blossom scent of hers. She stilled in my arms but didn’t try to push me off as she looked up at me with her big blues. I leaned down and pushed my nose into her hair, drawing a line up her neck with my mouth without actually kissing her which made goosebumps rise along her flesh as I reached her ear. “Question is, are you?”
Her pause made my heart leap, but her answer made it race.
“Sometimes.”
“Good.” I wound my arm around her waist, slipping my hand beneath the jacket she wore so that I could curl my fingers around her hip bone and enjoy the feeling of her soft skin against my rough palm.
She didn’t slow as we walked on and when I reached the gates, I gave them a good rattle to draw the guard out of his hut.
He walked towards us in his black uniform with a medical mask strapped to his face. It was creepy but kinda cool too. Like we were living a real life apocalypse movie. Oh what I wouldn’t give for the virus to turn people into zombies so I could get myself a baseball bat filled with nails and beat skulls in all fucking day every fucking day.
“I didn’t think we’d be seeing you for a while, Kyan,” Porter said from beneath his mask, his eyes skimming over Tatum and then focusing back on me. “It’s not so simple for us to just look the other way with lockdown in effect.”
“I imagined it wouldn’t be. I guessed the price would have doubled.” I pulled the rolls of cash from my pocket and waved them enticingly.
Porter’s beady eyes widened and I was sure he was salivating in that mask. “Just this once then, but be back before one am. That’s when my shift changes and Corlo is taking over after me. You know what an asshole he can be.”
“Just call me Cinderella and expect us back by midnight,” I said, with a predatory grin.
I could feel the tension coiling in Tatum’s body as she stayed pressed to my side and I grinned, fully expecting her to try and run tonight.
Do it, baby, I love a hunt.
Porter unlocked the gate and I tossed him the cash as we stepped out into the outside world. Freedom. Fuck yes.
I kept Tatum close but she didn’t seem to be considering running yet, probably waiting until we got further from the school and the guard dogs to try that. I couldn’t fucking wait.
I led her away from the main gates and down the drive before drawing her into the trees.
“Where are we going?” she asked nervously.
“If I wanted to fuck you in a bush I’d do it in one closer to The Temple, baby. I’m not a big fan of long walks.”
“Asshole,” she grumbled and I moaned like that word had turned me on.
“Give it to me harder, baby, you know I like it when you talk dirty to m
e.”
“You’re a fucking mindless douchebag who just runs around after Saint like a whipped little bitch,” she added.
“Better.” I stopped suddenly, releasing her as we reached my true love and I pulled the cover off of it with a flourish. It was a limited edition Harley Davidson with an entirely black paint job and I loved it like a fucking brother. Mine. All mine. And I’d never let anyone ride it with me before.
“Wow,” she said. And that earned her points. Boner points. Girl knew her shit.
“Hop on, baby, we’re already late. I didn’t know I was going to able to make tonight’s bout so we’re gonna need to ride hard and fast if we wanna get there.”
I rolled the bike forward and she hopped on obligingly, shifting forward so that I could sit behind her with my dick pressed firmly against that biteable ass.
The bike roared to life beneath us and I hoped she was feeling those vibrations real good from her perch on top of the engine.
I kicked it into gear and we were soon shooting down the driveway and out onto the road beyond.
I took back roads and left my headlights off, letting the bright moon guide me down the route I knew so well. I didn’t need the cops spotting me breaking quarantine and the light moving through the hills would be only too obvious from the town below.
Before we headed into Merkwell, I took a sharp left onto a dirt track and slowed my pace so that the bike could cope better with the dusty trail.
We finally made it up to the huge barn where the fight nights were held and I parked my bike up at the end of a row of beat up old trucks. There must have been over a hundred vehicles here so clearly I wasn’t the only one ignoring lockdown. Though I had to admit I knew how fucking dumb that was. But I just couldn’t bring myself to care. I needed this. I lived for it. Hungered for it. It was all or nothing and I feared that the nothing would kill me sooner than any virus could.
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