Marked for Death

by J.C. Valentine

  “From now on, I only want you. In bed, out of bed…I want it all.”

  “Then ride my cock, babe. Show me how much you want me.”

  Lifting herself, she watched as he gripped his cock in one hand, steadying it for her. It was such a gentlemanly thing to do that she giggled.

  “No laughing when we’re about to fuck. This is serious shit.”

  She could tell by his voice he was teasing. Positioning herself, she slowly tried to sink down on him. It was a little awkward because of their comparative sizes. The well-endowed man had to practically bully himself into the tight confines of her body.

  “That feels really good, Ryder,” she said, her voice breathy and stilted.

  “It surely the fuck does, babe. Just breathe through it. I won’t hurt you.”

  She had to smile at his overly protective words. “This is my version of heaven.”

  She nodded her agreement as he bottomed out inside her.

  Wrapping his arms around her, one hand landed on her cheek and the other her mound. Turning her face gently toward him, Ryder looked into her eyes. “You are the only woman ever to have my heart. You get the whole damn package if you want.”

  Bringing her lips to his, she murmured, “I do. I want it all with you.” She felt him smile through the kiss as his fingers teased her clit. “We doin’ this, babe?”

  Nodding, she allowed him to lift her onto all fours. One hand smoothed up her back but the other never strayed from between her legs. He pulled out and eased back in a few times, getting her used to him.

  “That’s real sweet, but it’s making me impatient for you,” she told him.

  “You want the real biker experience, don’t ya?” he said, his voice rough.

  “Yes. I want it all with you. Don’t hold back.”

  “You got it, doll.” Pulling out, he slammed roughly back into her. “Now you’re gettin’ every square inch.”

  “God, yes, don’t stop.”

  Pressing down between her shoulders, he positioned her for ultimate fucking. She didn’t know how she knew that, but she did. Grabbing her waist, he powered into her, moving slightly to find just the right angle. When he found it, she screamed. It was shocking to feel his long, thick length sliding over her sensitive spot.

  “Fuck yeah, that’s exactly where I need to be.”

  Tiffany gasped as he pounded into her with a precision she never thought mere sex could achieve. Within moments, she was on the edge. That’s when she felt his chest come down on her back. His fingers wiggled over her clit and he whispered in her ear. “Come on my cock, baby. Show me that I’ve got what you need. Don’t make me beg.”

  Something about the rough edge to his voice and sexy words pushed her right over the edge. She came screaming his name and he never let up, not even for a second. Her orgasm seemed to drag on for absolutely ever.

  “Just like that, squeeze me tight.” Bending closer he whispered dirty things in her ear. “I am going to wreck your tight little pussy for all other men. A night in my bed, and no other cock will ever be enough for you. Got that, princess?”

  “Yes. Wreck me, make me yours,” she mumbled in a lust-induced haze, unsure how she was even making coherent sentences.

  “You want to be my own personal slut? I’ll desecrate you, mark you with my cum, and make sure every other bastard in the world knows you’re off limits.”

  “God, yes, do it.”

  “You’re too fuckin’ sweet for your own good.” Wrapping his arms around her, he powered into her with quick, jerking thrusts until she felt his heat pouring into her. When he was finished, he pulled out, pulling them down until they were lying face-to-face.

  As they caught their breath, she laughed.

  “It ain’t very nice to laugh at a mean biker who just laid claim to you, doll.” He was grinning just as madly as she was, so she didn’t stop.

  “Demon back to hell? I can’t believe you actually said that to me.”

  “I was just trying to drive home the importance of the moment.”

  Moving a strand of hair from his sweaty brow, she looked into his handsome, scarred face. “Tell me that’s not how you see yourself.”

  Glancing away, he responded quietly, “Sometimes, every man does.”

  “You’re no monster. You’re tough and smart and hard to kill. It only makes me like you more because it means you’ll be around for a while.”

  “I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Look, I know this thing hit us hard and fast, but I’ve been around the block a time or two. I know you’re it for me. I can feel it in my bones. I want to see this thing through with us, see if it’s as real as I think it is.”

  “Don’t worry, I feel it too. I’ve decided that I want to go with you. I want to see where this goes as well. If this all works out, I want a nice little house, kids, and wedding band. In other words, I want it all with you,” she confessed, laying it all out for him.

  “Now you see, most men would be running scared if a woman they’d known for just a few days told them something like that. Not me. I’m countin’ myself as one lucky mutt.”

  “Need me to give you a little scratch behind the ear?” she teased.

  “I got a better place for you to scratch.”

  Looking down between them, she could see he had a raging hard-on again. Her mouth fell open. “How the hell can you even think of sex after what we just did?”

  “I could go two, maybe three more times today. If you’re too sore, we can do other things.”

  “Are you always such a gentleman?”

  “Don’t get started with that shit about me being a decent person. I just love to fuck, and fuckin’ you is outta this world. It gives me more motivation than normal to be nice.”

  “How about a sexy shower, and then I’ll do that thing I did before,” she suggested.

  “No fuckin’ way.”

  Her expression fell. “I thought you liked it.”

  “I loved it, but I ain’t one of those bastards who think my woman ought to do that for me all the time without getting a little in return. You let me bury my face in your sweet cooch, and I’ll let you suck on me all you want.”

  “You have a dirty mouth, young man.”

  “Don’t pretend you don’t like that about me. I’ve been inside you. I know how much wetter you get when I say naughty things to you.”

  “I refuse to confirm or deny such unsubstantiated allegations,” she said with a lift of her chin, glad he couldn’t see the heat rising in her cheeks.

  “That’s a lot of fancy-ass words, doll. Come, let me give your mouth something better to do with its time,” Ryder said, and before she could think to respond, he was pulling her into his arms again. His mouth covered hers and they didn’t come up for air for a very long time.

  Later, they took turns soaping each other up in the shower, then she slipped out to dry off. Seeing him standing there with all his scars and tattoos on display and waterproof bandages covering his wounds really tugged at her heart.

  She quickly pulled on some panties and a camisole to avoid him taking one look at her and wanting to go another round. Hell, she was doubtful any amount of clothing would dissuade the man, but she had to try. A girl needed a break sometimes, after all.

  The moment his eyes landed on her, Ryder stalked over. His naked body, dripping with water, took her breath away. “You’re overdressed, doll.”

  One hand came up and she tenderly ran it over the huge skull tattoo covering his chest. It was his club symbol. They’d already talked about that once before. Her hand drifted down to the bulging six-pack abs. “Why do you have a flock of crows flying across one side of your stomach?”

  “You don’t want to know.”

  Instinctively, she knew. “One for every person you killed?”

  His eyes grew stormy. “Seven, including Ace’s brother. Before you ask, no. It does not get any easier. I still have bad dreams about every single one of them.”

  Her mouth was suddenly dry. He als
o had huge angel wings, one on each shoulder. “I’m my club’s Sergeant-at-Arms.”

  Again. she knew without him explaining. “Their protector?”

  Nodding, he grew still beneath her touch.

  “You’re their dark angel.”

  “You’re a fuckin’ smart little bitch. Ain’t no woman ever got me that way before.”

  Smiling slightly, she murmured, “You curse a lot.”

  “Don’t go tryin’ to change me.”

  Looking up at him under her long, beautiful lashes, she spoke softly, “I like you just the way you are. All the scars, tattoos, cursing, and bad attitude just make you perfect and unique. People shouldn’t try to change other people, but in your case, I’d have to be insane to mess with perfection.”

  “Fuck, you slay me every single time you open your mouth.” His whispered reply sounded a little awestruck.

  Without asking permission, his placed his hands around her waist and tugged her closer. As always, Tiffany came willing to him, eager to experience the affection and pleasure only he could give. His kiss was tender and loving. She enjoyed the gentle scratch of his short facial hair. Within seconds, they were tangling tongues. Tiffany found herself practically climbing his sexy body.

  Laughing, he pushed her back. “No climbing back on my cock. It’s my turn to get a little taste. You’re just going to lay there and take it, sweetness.”

  Before she could lodge a formal protest, he had her flat on her back and was crawling up her. He looked so serious, she had to laugh. “Sorry, baby, I got confused. I thought you were one of those rides outside stores. You know the ones where anyone can have a ride for a quarter.”

  Tossing her a roguish grin, he ripped off her panties with one hand. Lifting her with one hand, he used the other to playfully smack her ass. “That’s what you get for comparing me to a kiddie ride, sweetheart. You’ll find out real goddamn fast, I’m more like the wild carnival ride everyone stands in line for twice at a huge amusement part.”

  Teasing him for no reason she could discern, she deadpanned, “You mean like the tea cup ride at—”

  “Shit, girl, you are trying to piss me off.” Sliding his fingers into her warm heat, he growled, “Think bigger and meaner, like the biggest, baddest thrill ride in the park. That’s me.” His propensity to brag himself all up to her was kind of endearing.

  Closing her eyes, she reveled in the pleasure of his touch. A ripping sound tore her from her the moment she felt the camisole being pulled from her body. Tiffany knew she should be upset at the dominance display, but she wasn’t. It was making her hotter than she’d ever been before.

  As he moved from her lips to tease each breast, she cradled his head with both hands, urging him on. She knew she was already soaking wet for him again. It felt strange to enjoy so much sex in a day. Tiffany smiled to herself, hoping it was going to be like this for a nice long while.

  When his mouth landed between her legs, Ryder was sure of himself. He explored her body and tested her responses like a man on mission from God. When he found something she liked, he made sure to do it a lot. He expertly teased an orgasm out of her within minutes. Looking up at her from between her thighs, he made eye contact before giving her one last tantalizing lick.

  Crawling up her body, he murmured, “You just sealed your fate with me, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna be able to live without the taste of you on my tongue.”

  Tiffany giggled, absurdly pleased by the compliment. “I definitely know that feeling.”

  Lying down on his back he commanded, “Suck me or take a turn on your new carnival ride. Whatever you want, but do it now ‘cause I’m dying to come.”

  “Which would you prefer right now?” she purred as she rolled over to face him.

  “If it were up to me, I’d be on top banging you into the headboard.”

  Stretching her arms over her head and pressing her breasts toward the ceiling, she looked over at his astonished face. “Come on, Ryder. We don’t have all day.”

  Looking more excited than the moment warranted, he was on her in a heartbeat. “You are practically forcing me to fall in love with you.”

  “I can tell that I’m only a couple of orgasms away from falling head over heels for you as well.”

  Smiling down at her, he asked, “Did you like having my mouth on you, doll?”

  “You know I loved it.”

  “So did I,” he growled. He wrapped her legs high around his waist and slid his hand between her legs. “Like the way my fingers part your soft, pink folds? Want to feel a real man?”

  Lost in a haze of lust, she was aware that only soft moans were coming out when she nodded her agreement.

  “I fuckin’ love all those sweet sounds you make when you come. Wanna hear more of them. Can you do that for me, love?”

  As he eased down on top of her, she teased him, “Careful, badass. This face-to-face thing feels a lot like making love.”

  “I’m just showing how versatile I am. Isn’t this like some type of husband audition for you?”

  She laughed before she thought. “You’re a real funny guy.”

  He rubbed himself against her wet core. “Need me to stoke your fire, baby? Tell me you need me.”

  “Yes, please.”

  He grabbed both of her wrists and roughly pinned them to the soft bedding above her head. “Not what I want to hear, baby. You’re not gettin a piece of this until you beg. Until you beg like you mean it.”

  He rubbed his cock back and forth along her tender bud, teasing her and forcing her to beg. His expression was hot and aroused. She could tell he really enjoyed playing little sex games with her. Truth be told, she loved them as well.

  Grabbing her thin yoga pants, he tied her securely to the headboard, looking her in the eyes the entire time.

  Biting her bottom lip, she worried a little about what he would do next. The apprehension must have been showing on her face because he smoothed both hands down her torso. It reminded her of the way cowboys soothed their horses. She should have been insulted, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t be.

  The pure lust pouring off him in waves was breathtaking. “I’ve wanted you naked and compliant beneath me since the moment I set eyes on you. Don’t bother to tell me you don’t want it. You are soaked with need.”

  He fondled her breasts roughly with both hands, tugging on her soft peaks. He was careful to ensure his touch was just shy of pain. She’d heard guys say that was the sweet spot for women who liked it rough. Her stomach muscles clenched. Maybe she wasn’t as boring in bed as she’d always imagined. It just took the right man to bring it out.

  His lips captured hers in a commanding kiss while his fingers slid into her heated core. Her back bowed off the bed as pleasure swept through her body.

  He whispered seductively, “Do you still feel like we’re making love?”

  She gazed up at him with new respect. He was light years ahead of her in the lovemaking category. For some reason, he understood that making love was all about getting in the other person’s head. Something clicked in her brain then. People gave what they wanted to receive. That realization explained why he kept asking her to beg. He wanted her to submit as only a woman could. That must have been his romantic fantasy.

  Before she could formulate a real plan of attack, he spoke again. “This is me, the badass biker, making love to my woman.”

  “Take me anyway you want, slow, fast, hard or gentle. I’ll give myself over to whatever would give you the most pleasure.”

  Uncertainty marred his words. “You trust me that much?”

  Nodding, she whispered, “Take me. Make me yours.”

  She watched pride unfurl across his face. A possessive light lit in his eyes and roughly slid home. He watched hawkishly as she closed her fingers around the cloth bindings and allowed herself to be carried away on a tsunami of pleasure. Coming apart under his full-frontal assault earned her another adoring gaze. Only this one was tinged with possessiveness as well. It was a good
look for him.

  He sucked her neck as he filled her with his seed. “Men like me are kind of like modern-day pirates,” he husked beside her ear. “When it comes to women, we wander the world pillaging and plundering. You’re my prize plunder, baby. Pirates never give back their treasure. Think that over while you catch your breath.”

  “I come with secrets of my own. You should know that,” she panted.

  Settling between her legs, he seemed disinclined to pull out. After untying her wrists, both hands came down on either side of her face. “Any of those secrets gonna keep us from bein’ together?”

  “No.”

  “Any of them involve danger?”

  Nodding, she whispered, “I can’t go back or see my family. There’s a man there and he’s wealthy and—”

  Bringing his lips down to her ear, he whispered, “Save it for another time. As long as you’re with me, you’re safe.”

  Tiffany could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Ryder would be hard-pressed to deal with the Sawyer family. But she’d been gone for years. He’d moved on. Surely, he wouldn’t still be looking for her. She’d lay low. He’d never find her.

  Ryder grabbed her chin gently, tilting her face up. “Dealin’ with that kind of shit ain’t nothin’ but a normal day for me, doll. Stop panicking and forget him.”

  Wrapping her arms around her big, sexy biker, Tiffany tried to do just that. This was her chance to begin living the life she’d always wanted. She was not going to allow a man from her past to steal away her moment of happiness.

  That bold thought was followed by the realization that as long as Sawyer was out there and there was even a possibility that he could find her, she’d always feel like she was hanging off a cliff waiting for the inevitable drop.

  Right now, though, she was in the best possible place she could be: with her sexy, badass biker who would do everything in his power to shield her from harm.

  With that thought in mind, Tiffany grabbed Ryder’s face with both hands and brought him down for a searing kiss knowing that, together, they were unstoppable.