Born Sinner: Blood Ravens MC

by Vivian Gray

  “Well, you’re lucky,” I tell Crusher. “It looks like he managed to miss any vital organs, so it’s just a superficial wound. You’re going to be fine, but there’s going to be a scar.”

  “Big shit.” Crusher grins. “We got the drugs. That’s what we came for.”

  “What about Marco?” I ask cautiously. I brace myself for what’s coming, and Blade looks at me directly.

  “Maria,” he says quietly, “we – we had no choice. We – we had to take care of business first.”

  “What does that mean?” I demand, tears stinging my eyes.

  “We had to waste him,” Crusher says. “Now I know we said we’d do our best not to hurt anybody, and we did, but that just wasn’t possible.”

  “I see,” I murmur as I continue to patch Crusher up.

  I feel a numbness seeping into my body. Marco was my cousin. He was blood, family. I grew up with Marco; he is only a couple of years older than me – was only a couple of years older than me. We used to take baths together in the sink when we were babies. And now he’s just… gone.

  I want to cry, but I can’t, not in front of Crusher and the other guys from the Blood Ravens. I know that in war there are winners and there are losers, but I guess it just never occurred to me that the people dying could – would – be my people. My family.

  When you come from a family like the Espinozas, death is all around you, but it never seems to affect you. That’s how it was for me. I’d known plenty of my dad’s henchmen who had gotten picked off or just gone randomly missing, but Marco was the first person who was in my family, the first one I’d known, who had been killed.

  And it was my fault. I was the reason Marco had been put in that position. I gave away where the storehouse was, and I had devised the plan that set the Blood Ravens on the house. It was my fault as much as if I had pulled the trigger of the gun that had killed him. And that blood was now on my hands. If my father ever caught me, I know now, he’ll kill me. He doesn’t suffer traitors lightly, and now, that’s exactly what I am: a traitor to the cause.

  But then I look at Blade, and I see something in his eyes that surprises me: pain. He is actually in pain over what has happened. And why? Because he can see that I’m in pain. He hurts because I hurt. I’ve never been with someone like that before, with someone who cares so much about me that they’re willing to literally feel what I feel. It’s so empathetic of an otherwise hard-nosed, badass criminal – and so comforting to know that no matter what, Blade will feel my own feelings. We feel them for each other now.

  After a couple of hours and more than a few beers, Crusher and the other Blood Ravens leave. I warn Crusher to change his bandage when he gets home, but I’m certain he won’t, which means his cut will get infected, so I tell him that he should also probably visit a doctor to get a prescription for antibiotics to clear up any infection. He agrees that maybe he’ll do that, though I know he won’t unless it gets really bad, so I shrug and give up.

  I go to check on Blade. He’s already laying down in his bed, and he seems to have passed out. Poor little tyke is all tuckered out, I joke to myself. I decide to take a shower, my first in I don’t know how many days at this point.

  I turn on the water and take off Blade’s oversized shirt and his athletic shorts. It takes a while for the hot water to come on, so I stand and wait, feeling the water on my hand every so often to see if it has gotten any warmer yet. When it’s finally at the temperature I want, I get under the water and let it spread over me, feeling the grime and grit of the last few weeks literally melting off of me.

  I get out of the shower and towel myself off slowly, allowing the cool air to give me goosebumps up and down my legs and arms. It feels good to be walking around naked again, without the heavy boy clothes weighing me down.

  I look around the bedroom and find my clothes in a pile, folded and washed – aww, he washed them! How sweet. They smell like cheap detergent, but it is, I suppose, the thought that counts. I put them on and go over to the bed to thank Blade, but he’s still snoozing, so I decide to let him sleep.

  That’s when I realize – I could just go, and he’d be none the wiser. I could walk out the front door and never look back, hitch a ride or just grab a taxi, and be out of here and back in my dad’s house before dawn.

  No, I couldn’t do that – I’ve already burned that bridge, especially with what happened to Marco tonight. No, what I could do is use up all my savings and get on a plane to somewhere – maybe disappear in a big city like Chicago or New York or Los Angeles, somewhere where this feud between the Blood Ravens and the Espinozas couldn’t touch me. Someplace where I could just be me, anonymous and alone, doing my own thing.

  There is a certain romance I feel to that idea, but I know it’s as implausible as my going back to my dad’s at this point. The truth is, I care too much for Blade at this point to not see this through to the end. And as for my dad, I can’t imagine wanting anything more than to see him brought down.

  Even if I were to escape, I could never be completely free of him until the Espinozas are out of business. That means sticking with the Blood Ravens no matter what. I guess I’m a little bit of a Blood Raven now myself. I’ve committed myself to a cause; it just happens to be a cause that opposes my family.

  That’s a hard thing to really feel good about, but being here with Blade, it almost feels like it doesn’t matter. I’m here with the person I want more than anything in this entire world, and I’m not about to let it get me down.

  So, instead of running away or dashing off to some new adventure, I lay down in the bed beside Blade, my gut telling me that what I truly want more than anything else is to kiss him. So I do. My kiss wakes him up like sleeping beauty, and I find myself in tears – tears for myself, tears for what I’ve lost, tears for what I’ve gained – there are even some tears for Marco in there. I just feel so confused, so alienated from everything, so detached from my own emotions but at the same time overwhelmed by them.

  Blade doesn’t worry about any of this. He just kisses me, not in the usual way he does, where he’s all dominant and almost scary, but in true passion, kissing away my tears, kissing me on the cheeks and on the forehead, then kissing my lips again. And that’s when I realize what I really want at this moment: him. I want him wholly and completely – not in our usual roles of dominant and submissive, but together, as one, fully equal and fully alive.

  He kisses me again, and I make a move to take off his shirt. He does the same to me, exposing my bare breasts to his massive chest as we hold each other in a tight embrace. I feel my nipples harden as he moves from my face to my neck, kissing, nuzzling, and caressing me every way possible.

  I let him slide my jeans off, and it’s then that I feel him come alive – again, not dominant, but soft and sweet, as if he’s truly there with me, reading my thoughts, knowing exactly what’s on my mind.

  I undo his belt and slide his pants off of him, taking care around his engorged cock. I move to slide down to just taste him and kiss down his chest to his huge dick, licking the underside from the bottom of the shaft to the top, then putting my whole mouth over the tip and doing it again. I move my mouth faster, bringing him just to the point of breaking, until finally, I move upward, kissing his pelvis, his strong abs, his solid pecs, his angular collar bones.

  I nuzzle into him as he touches me with his hands, his large palms brushing my pert breasts as he moves on top of me.

  There is no discussion, no negotiation necessary – we both know exactly what we want. And it’s so different than every other time we’ve had sex so far. There isn’t that same animal look to his eyes, and the primal nature of our previous encounters is absent. In its place are feelings and sensations beyond my wildest dreams.

  Slowly, he enters me, his large and swollen cock filling me up. Instead of trying to rip me apart, he moves in and out of me gently, taking care to kiss me and caress me, kissing my lips, my neck, my clavicle, my shoulder.

  He lifts my arm u
p and peppers me with short, sweet kisses from my armpit to my fingertips, and I cry out “Ohhh” as he tickles me ever so slightly.

  He doesn’t pound into me. Instead, he takes his time, allowing his cock to fill me up. He begins pumping into me, his pelvis thrusting towards my clit, filling me with electric shocks each time his hard body slams into mine. It feels amazing. I can tell he’s nearing orgasm, and I throw my head back as suddenly I begin building towards my own.

  He pumps faster and faster, the length of his shaft thrusting in and out of me and making me see stars. Suddenly, I feel his legs stretch out, and he explodes inside me, his cum blasting from his cock and into my wet, waiting pussy. This sends me over the edge; I cry out again in triumph as I feel an orgasm overtake my entire body, sending shivers down my spine, from my neck all the way down my legs.

  “Oh fuck!” I call out. “Blade! Uhhhhh!”

  A moment later, it’s all passed, and he collapses onto the bed beside me.

  “Holy shit,” he whispers, as if he’s afraid to break the still silence between us. “That was…”

  “Incredible,” I breathe out. “That was absolutely incredible.”

  “I’ve never had sex like that. At least, not in a really, really long time.”

  “It’s nice. I don’t want it like that every time, but it…” I blush, knowing that I was about to say something silly and schoolgirl-ish.

  Blade manages to pick up on it anyway. “I want you to know, Maria,” he says, still in barely a whisper, “that I care about you. This isn’t just something for me. What I feel for you is real.”

  “I feel the same way,” I say, moving down his body to lay on this chest. “Blade, I—”

  “I know,” is all he has to say. “I know.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Blade

  The first rays of the dawn are peeping in through the window as my eyelids flutter and I find myself waking up. I turn over and find Maria completely nude and still sleeping, snuggled up against me, her ass rubbing up against the cotton of my boxers. She’s really quite lovely when she sleeps. She’s gorgeous when she’s awake, too, mind you – but something about the way the light hits her right now makes me realize even more acutely that I’m falling for her.

  Big time.

  I have to be careful. What if she turns out to be like Carmen? What if I end up getting screwed over yet again? It wouldn’t be the first time – it wouldn’t be the first time within the same family. Dammit. Carmen has made me doubt everything; she really did a number on me. But now, I have found something I really want to fight for – someone I really want to fight for – and I’m not willing to go down without that fight.

  I feel for Maria, wrap my arm around her, and hold her tight. I kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders. My hand instinctively goes to her breast, and I find myself squeezing her closer to me. Last night, that soft, caring sex, was something else. I’m not used, I guess, to making love. It’s always been rough and tumble, or quickies, or dominance – and always casual – even, apparently, with Carmen. I’ve never gone that slowly, that patiently.

  I’m not a patient man. I don’t like to wait, and I don’t usually like not being the one in control of the situation. But with Maria, it’s different. She doesn’t demand control, either, and she doesn’t mind letting me take it. But there’s something else, a different feeling I get when I’m with her than I ever have before, even with Carmen.

  It’s love.

  I become acutely aware of this notion, and I immediately banish it from my mind. It can’t be, I tell myself. I’ve only known this chick a few weeks. And for all I know, she could still be playing me. She could certainly end up being a plant for her father, and my entire world would come crumbling down – again.

  I don’t want to believe that about her, but I have to admit to myself that it wouldn’t be entirely out of the question. She’s clearly got a smart, strategic mind, and she knows her shit when it comes to planning out attack runs. She knew exactly what to say to get the Blood Ravens into the storehouse on Crescent Drive.

  She knew exactly how to knock the guys out, where they were going to be, what their reaction was going to be. And she gave us just enough information to get Crusher stabbed in the gut. She did everything right, just enough to get us all in a world of trouble.

  I try to shake these doubts out of my head. But she helped, I reassure myself. She seemed genuinely concerned when Crusher came in with the stab wound. She was shaken up about her cousin, but then, who wouldn’t be? And she could have run any time at all, but she hasn’t; she’s still here with me. Where she belongs.

  Content with this thought process, I squeeze her tits just enough to stir her ever so slightly. She rubs up against me, and I’m immediately hard again, ready to go. I kiss the back of her neck again and run my coarse hands over her nipples, making them stand on edge. She stirs a bit more and rubs her ass up against me again, groaning just a little bit as she feels around with her backside for my cock.

  I use my free hand to trace a pattern on her bare skin, feeling the goosebumps coming up as my fingers lightly brush against her arm, her shoulder, her neck. I nuzzle into her, attempting my best to rouse her – and arouse her.

  As if she’s still in a dream, she mutters under her breath, “God, Blade, I want you, I need you.”

  Those are the magic words I wanted to hear. I remove my boxers and slide them off my legs quickly. Then, I lift her leg up and enter her gently from behind. I feel the walls of her pussy clamp over my own dick. She’s tight – tighter than I had anticipated, this being the morning – but it feels good.

  I slowly ride her in and out, and she moans in a sleepy voice, “Mmm, yeah, that’s nice.”

  I continue moving into her, plunging inside her without being too forceful. I want this to be comfortable and comforting, not rough and dark like our usual style was. I want it to be like last night.

  I want every time to be like last night.

  I continue moving in and out, letting her move her bare ass onto me, allowing her to set the rhythm. She bounces on me, not seeming to care about the position, seeking only to pleasure me with her warm, wet pussy. I can’t control myself, and after only a few minutes, I’m already building towards an enormous come.

  I explode inside of her, not even worrying about anything, even her own pleasure. She gasps and allows me to finish and get softer inside her, and as I pull out, I feel tingles on my cock, that truly fantastic feeling of post-coital bliss. I sigh contentedly, and she moves towards me, snuggling up even closer.

  She falls back to sleep in my arms, and moments later, I join her.

  ***

  It’s after nine o’clock in the morning when I wake up again. My eyes flutter, and the sun seems higher in the sky now than it was just a few minutes ago when it feels like I fell asleep. It had actually been a few hours, of course.

  I sleepily check the clock, which reads 9:08, and I yawn and stretch my legs out, shaking out the cobwebs as I come to. I reach over beside me to kiss Maria again – only to find she’s not there.

  I sit straight up in bed. The first thing I do is scan the room to see if I can find her. She’s not there. Not by the closet, not by the door, nowhere. Then, I think, Duh, she’s probably in the bathroom.

  I get out from under the blanket, throwing the covers off my still-naked body, and pull on my boxers that are still sitting at the foot of the bed. Then I get out of bed and walk the twenty or so steps to the bathroom, listening the entire time to hear the shower running or the toilet flushing.

  Nothing comes; no sound can be heard.

  I get to the bathroom, and the door is open a crack. I take a peek inside, noting that the lights are off, and then throw the door open. No one is in there. Maria is nowhere to be found.

  Now I go into panic mode. Has she gone? Did she take off? Was I right in thinking that she was working for her father the whole time? It just can’t be true – it just can’t be – but the evidence is stari
ng me right in the face.

  She played me. That bitch played me.

  That fucking cunt. She took off, didn’t she? She decided what she needed most of all was to fuck and run, and now she’s off, giving all the Blood Ravens’ secrets to her scumbag of a father. You’re screwed. You’re going to be banished from the crew, maybe worse. And there’s a lot of good men who are going to die. All because you were stupid enough to fall for this whore, who would sleep with anyone on her piece of shit father’s command. You’re done for. You are absolutely done for.

  This is not going to stand. I go back into my room, open up my sock drawer, and pull out my gun. Thank God, it’s still there; she clearly didn’t look for it or care where she might find it. Obviously, she just took off without thinking about the ramifications. Well, the joke’s going to be on her.