by Crimson Syn
EPILOGUE
“So your curiosity is peaked, Detective? You want to know what secrets are locked back here.”
I smiled at him as he opened the door to one of the famous play rooms and placing his hand on my lower back he guided me inside. He turned slightly turning on the light, and I gasped as I realized the room was completely covered in black. Black drapes, black silk, black leather. When I looked up, delicate silver chains hung from the ceiling causing an almost chandelier like illusion.
I heard the click of the door locking and I turned to Diesel. He took his leather jacket off, his steel arms bulging in that tight black t-shirt of his. It still amazed me how quickly my body reacted to him. He threw the jacket on the leather couch and looked up at me.
“Stand here.” He pointed to the spot by the couch. I looked at him warily and I slowly approached him, my heels clicking on the wooden panels. His hands ran up my arms and he turned me around, my back to the door. “Don’t. Move.”
He swept past me and I stared at the patches of his leather jacket. I belonged to a Hellbound Lover now, in every way. Diesel had met my father and they had discussed him coming back to the force. It was only talk, but both men seemed pleased with the way the conversation had gone. Turns out they had a lot more in common than they thought. Trying to handle me, actually made them comrades. I had been shocked, but I was happy that the two most important people in my life were getting along.
The Death Row Shooters had finally pinpointed La Cruz’s whereabouts and Knox and Gunner had been following him for the last week. They needed solid evidence that he was trafficking and the chance for another shipment was quickly approaching. They needed to catch him right at that moment, but they needed to be smart about it. Riggs’ audio and visual equipment was top notch and they were getting that shipyard ready for anything. Word on the street was that La Cruz was no longer playing around. A threat had come in for the Hellbound Lovers, so now we had to walk around with extra protection on our backs.
Liam Calvaro had been arrested and was being tried in a few months. He was going away for life if my father and Diesel had any say about it. Diesel’s man, Charlie, had been a great help during the whole ordeal. It was good to see my man was surrounded with good, loyal people. Diesel seemed happier, more open, more relaxed after seeing Calvaro locked behind bars. He had taken me to visit Isabel, his ex-wife, and he told her about us. He told her that she and his little one would always be in his heart, but that he was finally ready to move on. On our walk back to his bike he had stopped and pulled me into his arms, right there he’d kissed me long and deep, the deep rumble of his I love you still resounded in my head and my heart. I smiled remembering it.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of him shuffling in the background. I giggled, turning slightly towards the noise. “Diesel, baby, I was just curious…”
“Don’t. Move.” His voice was stern yet it sent shivers up my spine. He knew I loved to submit to him and he was definitely playing that card right now.
I took a deep sigh and did as he asked. After a minute or so I felt him come up behind me. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” I whispered and gasped as a silk blindfold was placed over my eyes.
“Diesel?”
“Give me your wrists,” he whispered huskily in my ear.
I slowly lifted my arms and he turned them face up. My breath hitched as I felt the cold steel on my skin and heard the familiar clicking sound of the handcuffs being secured. He hooked his hand along the chain and slowly lifted my arms, I heard the pull of another chain and then all of a sudden, I was hooked onto something.
His strong hands trailing down my arms, his fingertips grazing my axillae, causing goose bumps to appear along my body. I could feel his hot breath on my temple and I shook, feeling suddenly very vulnerable.
“Diesel, I….”
“Shhh,” he pressed his fingertips to my lips and then trailed them down my cheek, along my neck until he was playing with the top curves of my breasts.
“You look beautiful tonight, Gabriela.” His hands molded to my breasts, lifting them slightly before releasing them, groaning as they bounced for him. He continued his path down my body, sweeping his heated touch along my ribcage. Everything felt heightened behind the blindfold and I felt completely elated by him.
“I very much like this dress,” his husky whisper made me moan and I bit my lip as I felt his fingernails trail up the backs of my thighs, sliding my short skirt up my hips.
I had worn a tight black cocktail dress for him tonight and black patent leather heels that he’d been eyeing all night. At one point in the restaurant he had stroked my leg under the table, lifting it up onto his thigh and spreading me for him. I’d playfully tried to push him back, but he didn’t stop until his fingers were sliding along the crevice of my mound. He had gotten me so wet and aroused, only to pull away from me. He sucked on those same fingers while sliding my leg down and patting my knee. I had stared at him in both arousal and need, but the rogue had barely registered me as he licked his fingers and bit into his steak. Now, here he had me hanging from the rafters at Ravenous, and I was loving every second of it.
“So pretty,” he growled as his hand brushed my panties aside and slid right across where I needed him. I cried out, my body jerking and the sound of the chains arousing me even more.
He shifted and suddenly I felt his hands slide my panties down and his hot breath was right at my needy crevice. He yanked the dress up over my ass and growled. I cried out as I felt his hot mouth on me. Digging into my folds as he gripped me to him, squeezing my flesh, kneading my cheeks. He devoured me as I hung there, breathing heavily while his tongue worked its way up my slit, curling at my clit. I screamed as he lapped at my sex, finally taking me into his mouth and sucking hard on my tightened nub. I shook in pleasure and the sound of the chains above me was my undoing. I was cumming on his tongue as his hum of approval resonated through me.
I hung there, my legs giving out as he stepped away from me. I heard the sound of a zipper and then clothes dropping to the floor. He was beside me within seconds, his bare chest pressed against my back, holding me up by the waist. He yanked at the straps of my dress and suddenly the material released and he swiftly dragged it off my body. His hands leaving a heated path upwards as he traced my legs, my hips, my waist and finally cupping my breasts and making me moan as my fists gripped onto the chains above me.
His lips tugged at my earlobe and he hummed sexily. “You want me?”
“God, yes,” my breaths were needy, desperate.
“How badly?” He pinched the tips of my nipples forcing my body to react to his touch. I threw my head back onto his shoulder and let out the most unabashedly, needy moan that was laced with his name.
He growled in my ear and tugged on the chain. Suddenly my hands were being brought back down and I am being lifted into his arms, my wrists still bound. He lay me down on something soft, a mattress, and I waited for him, completely pliant and willing to do anything he wanted.
He lifted my arms and I could feel them being hooked around his neck. He shifted us and suddenly my body was seated on his lap, my pussy gliding along his cock. I moaned, immediately sliding myself against him.
“Fuck yourself, Gabriela. Use my cock baby and get off.”
I gasped as my hips rubbed my pussy against his rigid length. I whimpered and held him tight, my breasts near his mouth.
“Fuck me,” he growled and lifting me he slid me right onto his thick shaft. I cried out as I grinded myself down onto him, completely engulfing him inside of me.
“You like the feeling of me inside you, don’t you?”
I gasped and began to move on him. “God, yes!”
My breaths were half whimpers, half moans, my body heightened as I took him inside of me.
“That’s a good girl. Slide that sweet little pussy on me.” He grunted and spanked my ass making me lose all inhibitions as I bounced myself on his cock.
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br /> “Fuck, Gabriela!” He gripped my hips and thrusted up into me. The sound of our bodies smacking wetly against each other only elevated our pleasure.
“Take me inside you, baby! Fuck me!” He grunted and growled sexily as he let me use him. It was the most arousing act. This strong man begging me to fuck him. His dirty words only drove me into ecstasy.
“God, you’re perfect baby!”
“Diesel! Ohhhh God, I love you!”
“Fuck yeah! Do it, baby! Soak it! Cum for me!”
I screamed as I did what he demanded of me. My pussy quivering and spasming as I came on him. He gripped my hips, thrusting himself inside of me. He ripped off my blindfold and stared into my eyes as his cock swelled up and he started to flood my insides.
“Diesel!” I cried out in pleasure at the feel of his hot cum filling me.
He held me tight, his hands stroking my back as we rocked into each other. Our hips doing a slow erotic dance as we both enjoyed the aftermath of our lovemaking.
“I’ll never get enough of you baby,” he kissed my neck and shoulder as I shuddered.
“Diesel that was…”
“You liked it?”
I laughed out loud. “You think?”
He chuckled. “I’ll do anything for you, Gabriela. Even hang you on chains in order to bring you to the utmost peak of pleasure.”
I giggled and nuzzled his neck. “Don’t let me go. Ever.”
He sank his nose in my neck and I felt him breathe me in. “Never,” he whispered against me and I held on tight, enjoying the feel of my man around me and inside of me.
Being in his arms was perfection.
COMING SOON
Thank you for indulging in Diesel’s’s story. If you want to find out what dangers lurk ahead for the Hellbound Lovers stay tuned for Knox, our club’s chivalrous second Enforcer.
Knox closes out the Hellbound Lovers MC, but that only means you’ll get to meet Ryan and The Death Row Shooters MC. The Fallen Kings MC aren’t far behind either. And lots of other little gems await you.
In the meantime…here’s a special sneak peek into Knox’s world…
KNOX
(HELLBOUND LOVERS MC #8)
I’ve loved Jade ever since I laid eyes on her.
She’s always been mine.
And now a dangerous evil wants to take her away from me.
He wants to hurt her, cage her free spirit.
Over my dead body will he lay a finger on her.
No one takes what’s mine.
And no one hurts what I love without paying the price.
She’s my life, my love, my everything.
And I’ll be damned if I lose her.
* * *
Knox has captivated me from the start.
He’s the only man who’s ever cared about me enough to protect me.
There’s no way I’d ever turn my back on him, or any of the Hellbound Lovers.
They’re not the traditional family, but they’re mine.
I’ll fight tooth and nail for them.
But I’ve been propositioned by an enemy
And now I face my fate.
Protecting Knox is the only things that matters.
No one will take him away from me.
And no one is going to keep me from the man I love. No one.
PROLOGUE
KNOX
Five Years Ago…
I was standing at the bar making sure the shipment of product we had ordered had come through in its entirety. The members had been diligently working on opening Ravenous for the last few months and we were finally seeing the results. Wolf’s idea was to make the club a refuge for everybody. If you stepped foot in Ravenous all your worries would stay at the door. Guns were to be checked in as soon as you walked in and exclusive memberships were to be given out to anyone interested. They were also signing fucking contracts where if rules were broken they responded to The Hellbound Lovers. Wolf had given Cain full access as Sargent At Arms to set any rules he pleased, and those included the Velvet Rooms. Play rooms for the girls and shit like that. First and foremost we needed to hire bartenders and crew. We needed a bouncer and of course our dancers.
Three stages were set right up front for the entertainment. Everyone knows you can’t have a club and not have the pussy available. Grayson, the club’s VP and Wolf’s right hand was in charge of hiring and Wolf made it damn clear that there was no fucking the help. We could do anything we wanted with any sheep that walked in, but we were to leave the dancers alone. And everyone knew that when Wolf set his rules, you either obeyed them or you’d get stripped of your title, no questions asked. It had always been this way in the Hellbound Lovers. It was stipulated in the regulations when you became a member. You either accepted it or you packed up your shit.
Grayson was just getting started with the auditions. He had a few girls already lined up, one he said was going to blow the roof off this place. I was taking out the glassware with Riggs when the lights suddenly dimmed and heavy R&B music began to pump through the speakers. We both looked up, our eyes glued to the empty stage. After a long suspenseful moment, a sultry blonde walked out. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her long legs wrap around the dancer’s pole. She was so fucking young, not more than eighteen. She was up on the stage swiveling her wide, curvy hips to the beat of Ginuwine’s Pony and I thought my dick was never going to go down again.
“Now that is going to attract men and money, baby. Men and money.”
I ignored Riggs’ comment, growling quietly to myself. I didn’t want anyone near her, but I kept my mouth shut. I knew better than to share my feelings. I wasn’t known for it and I wasn’t going to start now. Besides, I’d never hear the end of it, especially with Riggs.
“Damn man, she’s fine! Fuck!”
“We got serious shit to do Riggs, just get back to work.”
Riggs huffed and puffed but did as I asked. With every ounce of willpower that I owned, I tore my gaze away from the stage and went back to setting the bar. There was no mistaking the girl was gorgeous. She was beyond gorgeous, she was a fucking angel.
I turned to put some of the boxes back in the inventory room when a crashing sound echoed through the empty hall. I looked back and caught Grayson storming the stage.
“Knox!” He yelled out as I realized a light fixture had fallen onto the stage and was pinning down the beautiful girl.
I literally flew across the bar and up the stage calling out to Riggs. She was sitting up, holding her leg that was pinned down by the metal rack. Grayson tried to lift it, but she cried out in pain and I swear I fucking hated that sound.
“Wait! Wait!” I yelled out at him and turned to her. It’s then that I noticed her eyes. The most beautiful crystal blue eyes I’d ever seen. I slid my hand across her arm and she bit her lip and looked up at me worriedly. Riggs jumped onto the stage and I heard him curse.
“Okay angel, Gray and Riggs are going to lift so I need you to hold on tight to me okay?”
She nodded quickly. “It hurts.”
“Yeah, kitten. I know.” I leaned towards her and she wrapped her arm around my neck. She had this scent of strawberries and field flowers that had me breathing her in as much as possible.
She felt small and supple in my arms as I slid my arm beneath her thighs. I looked at Gray and Riggs.
“On three!”
I looked back at her and our eyes locked. “One. Two. Three!” They hauled the heavy object up barely a few inches and I swiftly swept her out from under it.
“Fuck!” she cursed and groaned. I looked down and realized her leg was bleeding.
“I’m taking her to the ER!”
“Fuck Jade, I’m so sorry.” Grayson ran a hand down his face, his brow furrowed.
I looked down at her, wondering if Jade was just a stage name.
“It’s okay Gray. I’m okay,” her voice rang out sweetly as she clung onto me.
“No baby, look at you.” He leaned in to touch her and I
took a step back. My eyes narrowed on Grayson’s and I think I actually bared my teeth at my brother. I felt Jade’s gaze on me, and I tore my gaze from Grayson to get lost in hers.
“Okaaay,” he raised his hands and backed away. “So, you’re gonna take her to the hospital?”
I rolled my eyes. “Get out of the way, man.”
“The job’s yours Jade! Start when you can!”
She jumped lightly in my arms and smiled from ear to ear. “Thanks Gray, I won’t let you down!”
I grunted and strode over to the front door. Pausing for a moment I looked down at her. “Grab that.”
I nodded over at my leather jacket that was lying on the bar countertop. She reached back as I bent down and she swept it up and pressed it against her chest. I notice her eyes watch me carefully and I swallowed hard, having this yearning of wanting to be held tight in her arms just like that.
A few minutes later I had her propped up sideways on my bike, the trickle of blood had run down to her ankle and the leg looked bruised but not broken. I placed my jacket around her shoulders to hide her from prying eyes. She was barely wearing any clothes and I didn’t want her being ogled at.
Yeah, I know I’m a fucking fool.
“I’m Jade,” she whispered sweetly.
I nodded. “I know.”
“And what’s your name?”
“Knox.”
“Knox,” my name slipped out of her pretty lips in a soft whisper and I closed my eyes for a moment. Images of her crying out my name as I fucked her heavenly body flooded through my mind. I took a deep breath and took out my bandana. I rolled it up in my fists and got down on my knee.
“Oh! You don’t have to...”
“Hush now.” I looked down at her leg and as I ran my hand down her soft calf I heard her gasp. Gripping her ankle gently, I propped it up on my knee and lightly cleaned up the drying blood.
She hissed and I couldn’t help but squeeze her flesh. When I looked up at her she was looking right at me, her cute lip biting was driving me crazy.
