LUST : Book One of the Biker's Seven Deadly Sins

by Simone Elise

  I frowned. “You are joking?”

  His eyes narrowed on me. “Don’t tell me you’ve been fucking other men.”

  I smile. “No Kace. I haven’t been with anyone. But you. You are surrounded by club women. Wanting to fulfill your desires.”

  “You are my desire Ivory.” And he tilts his head back staring up at me, like I was the piece to his puzzle that completed him.

  His words lit a fire in me and knowing he hadn’t had a lay since me. I push his boxers down, they drop around his ankles, and I slid on to him, before he realizes what I’m doing. He groans and I moan at the same time, as I go down his length.

  “Baby girl you are going to kill me.” He mutters as his hands holding me in place. I slowly start a rhythm and I arched my back, when he pushes up into me with one hard thrust, a loud moan comes out. And he can’t take it, so he flips me onto my back.

  And spreads my legs, as he thrusts hard into me.

  He breaks the tape I had just put on, as he forces it to strap when his fingers go between my legs, as he rubs me, I lose control, sensitivity and delightfulness blooms through me, with each small circle he makes.

  “Stop.” My hand goes to his chest, my voice shaky.

  “You’re nearly there darling, just trust me.” He continues to rub me but thrusting into me slightly, and it’s killing me, building me up.

  “Your shoulder.” I grip his chest. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

  His lips came down to mine. “I’ll take the pain for you.” And then his fingers pick up the motion again, and I lose control over my ability to keep my mouth shut. Moaning loudly, as I come, his mouth covers mine, silencing me. Which I am thankful for because I don’t want anyone to hear me. But let’s face it, he fucked me with no control and as a result, I had no control either.

  With every thrust, pleasure floods my body, and I shake as I do just as he wanted and come undone, underneath him.

  39

  Ivory

  Serving up breakfast, Elle and I had our normal smoothie but decided to cook the boys breakfast. Gabe walked into the room, and moments later, so did Kace. I think the smell of food woke them both up. I can see Kace is in pain from here.

  He had brought it on himself, after ripping the tape, so he could fuck me the way he liked to. He didn’t care he was injured at the time. Now I think he cares. Cause he is clearly in pain.

  “So what did you do?” Gabe says, taking a piece of bacon. Knowing Elle only cooked meat when she was in trouble.

  “Nothing.” Elle replies and as far as I know she isn’t lying.

  Kace and mines eyes locked and I can’t look away, till a smirk spreads across his face and a sly smile creeps across my face.

  It was the ringing of phones that made Kace look away from me. Pulling out his phone. The weird thing? Gabe’s phone rang at the same time.

  Gabe shouted a what into the phone. While Kace shouted a fuck. Both said the same next like, I’m coming.’ And then they hung up.

  “What’s wrong?” Elle and I asked at the same time.

  Gabe looked furious, nearly as furious as Kace. What could possibly happen that would result in them both getting phone calls and both being worked up?

  I looked at the firefighters packing up, and Gabe was talking to the police. Arsonist’s. Had burnt the garages down. Worse of all The NASCARS were locked inside. Going up in flames with the sheds. Kace and Gabe had both been targeted.

  “You aren’t listening!” Gabe shouts at the officer. “The only person I have as an enemy got his shed burnt to the ground too!”

  Elle and I shared a look. When Kace’s car arrived at Gabe’s shed. While Gabe was shouting at the officer, Kace walked towards us.

  “How bad is yours?” I asked the question but know the answer from his face.

  “The club won’t be competing again. We can’t bankroll another car.” His words shatter me. Kace is an amazing driver. And I’m pissed because someone has ripped Kace’s ability to race from him. “I was summoned by the cops to give a statement about where I was last night.”

  My expression drops. He was at the club. But what the cops don’t know is that Kace is a biker. If they linked Kace and the club to this, they would blame the club. Taking the easy way out.

  I push my sunglasses up. “Well that’s easy. We were together all night.” I say. He has to know why I’m doing this. He then looks at me, shaking his head.

  “I don’t expect that of you Ivory.” He says lowering his voice. We were standing on our own.

  “They link a one percent club to this mess. You will bring hell to your club.” I lowly whisper. “You and I were together all night. The storm upset me. You didn’t leave me.”

  I feel his hand clench mine at my side, “I owe you.” He says slowly, and my head turned to the side, looking at him. I see thankfulness in his eyes, and I just smile at him.

  “Kace Striking?” An officer was now standing in front of us. “Are you ready to give a statement about your whereabouts last night?”

  Kace and I share a look. I know I’m to disappear now, because I need to know what Kace says in his statement. Which means the police would have to follow me up tomorrow, or later after I know what Kace has said. So I head for the car, and leave.

  40

  Kace

  Ivory was loyal, so fucking loyal that it blew my mind. Standing in the living room of Elle’s house. Gabe handed me a beer. While the officers questioned Ivory in the study.

  “Don’t worry she knows what to do.” Gabe says, surprising me. My eyes went to him. “Not the first time she is somewhere she wasn’t.” is all he adds.

  We hear the voices approach and then the front door opens, and closes. Ivory appears a few moments later.

  “All handled?” Gabe hands her a beer and the guilt of her lying again, rolls through me.

  I was glaring at my beer.

  “I’m heading to the family dinner.” Gabe said, and I was still glaring at my beer. She had to lie because I was a biker. She had lied to protect the club. I never expected that of her. Nor did I want to put her in a position where she has to protect the club.

  “Tell mom and dad, I’ll catch the next one.” Ivory words confuse me and I look up. She is staring directly at me. “Night Gabe.”

  He looks between us and sighs, before nodding his head and leaving. Which left Ivory and I alone. As Elle leaves with Gabe for their family’s dinner.

  My phone ringing causes me to answer it seeing her name. I didn’t even know I had her number in my phone.

  “Hey Bell.” I answer the phone call knowing it must be important for her to call me.

  Ivory’s eyes are on me, and I can feel judgement for answering another woman’s call. But she had to know I wouldn’t do anything to risk her and mines relationship. Or friends with benefits as she labelled it.

  “Kace. I need help. He won’t let me leave.” Bell is choked up with tears and my lips form a firm line.

  “I’ll be there soon Bell.” And I hung up, looking at Ivory. “I need to head to the club.”

  “I’ll come.” She says surprising me. I see slight nerves in her eyes. “If you don’t have something to hide?”

  “Nothing to hide darling, you can come.”

  “How about I drive, because you shouldn’t be riding your bike with that shoulder.”

  I smirked slightly. “When are you going to let me get you on the back?”

  She stands in front of me going up on her toes, brushing her lips against mine. “When you aren’t injured.” And with a sly smile on her face I actually believe I might have a shot with her.

  IVORY

  Arriving at the clubhouse. I’m immediately on edge. The barbwire, the lined up bikes, the spray painted emblems on the walls. I’m so far out of my comfort zone, it isn’t funny. Till I stepped out of the car and then I got deeper out of my comfort zone.

  Following Kace like a shadow. We walk into what is considered their clubhouse and I see a woman whose clothes ar
e everyone on the ground and a large male standing over her shouting at her, as she goes to pick them up.

  The man’s tone as he roars at her, scares me and I grip the back of Kace’s shirt. Perhaps I should have stayed in the car.

  “Deuce get the fuck away from her!” Kace roars and my grip on his shirt breaks as he heads for the man gripping him by the collar and shoving him away from the tiny little woman who is picking up her clothes. I can’t help but think she looks like a porcelain doll. “You hit her again!” Kace yells and the woman and I both flinch from Kace’s rage.

  I see her trying to pack her clothes back in the suitcase, and so I get on the ground and start handing them to her. She’s in such a wreck, as she glances at me, tears streaming down her cheeks and mutters a thank you.

  “She’s fucking leaving!” The man knows as Deuce roars. “And I ain’t letting it happen!” He pushes past Kace. “You think you’ll find anywhere that will take you in, you stupid club whore.”

  Kace grips him by the shoulders, but I see the deflated expression on the girls face as she hears those words.

  “You’ve got nowhere to go.” Deuce smirks arrogantly.

  I see the woman thinking it over, and more tears spread in her eyes.

  “That’s not true.” I speak up, and Deuce evil beady little eyes go to me. “She’s staying with me.”

  The woman looks at me stunned.

  “And who the fuck are you?” he sneers.

  “My woman.” Kace then steps into Deuce’s path. “Who you better respect if you want to keep a place at the table.” It wasn’t Kace’s words that scared me it was his tone, like he was a second away from exploding rage on this man—if he disrespected me.

  I grip the woman’s suitcase, zipping it up. She goes to get the rest of her things and I stop. “Just leave them.” I then grip her hand, and pull her from the clubhouse. To be honest with myself I was in over my head again, but the thought of this woman staying here with a man like him. My face hardened. I was taught better. If someone needed help, you gave it. It was the one thing ingrained in us kids from our parents.

  We left Kace standing there and headed for the car, when the clubhouse door burst open and I picked up my pace. My hand linked with the woman’s.

  “You come back here Bell, you so much as drive out that gate and I’ll fucking make you pay when you come back.” Deuce roars to our back.

  I open the car door for her, and noticed she hesitates to get in. Glancing back at Deuce seeing him have control over her.

  “He can only control you, if you let him.” I can’t stop myself from saying, and she glanced at me.

  “You don’t even know me. How are you prepared to take me in?” Her words lingered with low self confidence like no one would want her, or need her. Let alone rescue her from that pig.

  I just shrugged. “It’s your choice. Stay here. Or leave. And by the sounds of it, you should have left a long time ago.”

  She looked at me like I was right, and then nods her head. Looking nervous as hell as she got in the car.

  I turned to Kace, who had walked towards us.

  “I’ve got to handle the backlash from this. You okay with her?” He says and I nodded my head. He then kisses me on the forehead and I get in the car. I didn’t know I was making Bell face her biggest fear, and boy did she stay quiet as I drove us away from the clubhouse—taking her from the only life she knew.

  {Want to read Bell’s story? Her book, ENVY just launched and I don’t want to drop a character’s name. But a main character from Lust. It’s his love story. That’s all I’m saying… oh, and you are free to read it alongside of LUST. Both are standalone. But characters do cross over.}

  41

  Kace

  I wasn’t sure how to thank her. One she lied to the cops for me. Two, she took a club girl in, who for all purposes wouldn’t have left the club if Ivory hadn’t pushed her but fuck it was time Bell left Deuce.

  I never thought it would be my girlfriend that gives her the final push though. Then again, and my expression hardens. Ivory isn’t my girlfriend and that right there is a mother fucking problem. Cause I got a sight of her phone today. Numerous messages flooded the notifications and on top of that, I’m nearly eight percent sure there was dick pics.

  I couldn’t bring it up. She would think I was stalking her. But her phone had lit up right on the kitchen table next to me. To be fair, it didn’t stop going off from a Devin, which was why I looked at it. To see one message after another, basically demanding for her attention. I was disappointed when she picked the phone up and replied.

  Bell was always quiet. It was what made her the perfect club girl. Though how many times I have seen her being taken advantage of because of it, wasn’t countable. I could only get involved so many times, before Chopper the Prez asked me if I was laying claim on Deuce’s woman. Which I couldn’t exactly do. So I had to pull my head in after a while. But whenever I had too much to drink and was looking for a fight I’d always pick Deuce to have one with.

  My shoulder was aching, even though I had ran hot water over it in the shower an hour before. It hadn’t given me any relief.

  I had just managed to get a top on when there was a knock on the door. I tell them to come in, as I button up my jeans.

  I glanced up seeing Gabe standing there.

  “You need to do something.” He growls at me.

  “About?” I say casually while grabbing my belt and threading it on.

  “Ivory.” He looks at me. “She’s dressed up and about to hit the town. And the only reason I got you involved in our lives was so you can stop it.”

  “She’s not going out. She would have told me.”

  “Elle and her are doing shots downstairs now.”

  I looked at him, seeing if he was serious. Fuck it he is. I walk the length of the room and push past him hitting my sore shoulder on his.

  “If she goes on one of those snapchatting drinks nights again. I’m kicking you out.” Gabe says to my back and I keep walking, heading downstairs.

  Walking into the open living. I see Elle and Ivory doing shots. Ivory is dressed in a short halter neck navy dress and I’m speechless. She isn’t wearing that out. Not now. Not ever.

  “Ivory.” I growl her name and her head snaps in my direction, her expression dropping as she sees my expression.

  “Elle and I were just leaving.” She goes and grabs her clutch and I scorch her with my eyes. If she knows me at all, she wouldn’t fucking move.

  I approach her, standing over her. “Wanna tell me that again? Wanna tell me that you are going out looking like that?”

  She glances up at me, her eyes painted with nerves as she looks at me. “Um…”

  “Speak up darling.” I look down into her eyes. “Come on, try again and tell me you’re leaving the house, dressed like a sex kitten without me?”

  Elle looks away, because my tone isn’t friendly.

  “Does that mean you are coming?” her eyes dropped to my chest, and she won’t look me in the eyes now.

  So I place a hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Damn straight it does. And what happens if a man touches you?”

  Her mouth parts.

  “He feels my knuckles.” I tell her. “So for the sake of other men’s health, you better not encourage one bloke tonight.” My thumb runs over her bottom lip. “And if you so much as bat those eyelashes at one man, you’ll know exactly what it is like to be teased next time we are by ourselves. Understand?”

  She just blinks, and then nods her head slightly.

  “Good girl,” my lips twitch up and I lean towards her ear. “and if you know what’s good for you’ll keep being a good girl.”

  I pull back seeing Elle staring at us. Her eyes wide. “I’ll change my top.” Knowing a t-shirt wouldn’t get me past club security. Walking out of the room. I spot Gabe lurking in the hallway near Bell’s door. I don’t think anything of it.

  “You pull my sister back in line?
” Gabe spots me.

  “All handled mate. She is slowly starting to learn.” I glance at Bell’s door then him. “We’re all going out.” And I take a step towards him. Should I or shouldn’t I? I see Gabe’s eyes go to the door and back to me. “She just broke up with her man. Most likely in there crying.” I ran a hand over my chin. My gut says do it. My brain says don’t. Then I locked eyes with him. “She hasn’t eaten. She has an eating disorder, only eats when watched. Ordering in would do me a favour.” The words just come out and I pull out my wallet. “She’s a veggie head like your sister. So don’t order only meat dishes.”

  He looks at my bank card, insult rolls across his face.

  “I think I can pay for tea.” He snaps at me.

  “She’s under my care. So I’m responsible for her.” My bank card is still extended, directed at him. “I don’t want her owing you.”

  He narrows his eyes on me. “You saying I’d take advantage of her?”

  “She’s owed a lot of men before. Normally she thinks nothing of taking it on her back, to pay them back. She hates owing anyone. So yeah. I think if she knows you paid. She would think she needs to pay you.”

  “I wouldn’t expect that!” his expressions sour and he looked at me like I couldn’t think that low of him.

  “It’s not you mate. It’s her. She’s used to being used and abused.”

  He tilts his head. “And why would she let you pay, and not expect to pay you back?”

  “Because I’ve done it for years. Trust me if you want to start something with her, take my card.” And that was as much help as I was giving him with Bell. “And consider that advice as payment for what you’ve done with me and Ivory.”

  He swipes the card, looking extremely insulted. But is trusting me.

  “You hitting the town with the girls?” he said to my back, as I head to change.

  “Yes.” I throw over my shoulder.