Devil's Charm

by Sam Crescent

  “All I’ve got to do is agree?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “I thought I agreed back at the club? I didn’t walk out of the door.”

  “You agreed not to leave Simon. You didn’t agree to being my woman.” He pulled out of her only to slam back inside.

  She groaned, loving the depth of every thrust. The mention of Simon brought her back to reality. They were in the pool, and his dick was inside her, his very naked dick was inside her.

  “You’ve got to stop,” she said, panicking.

  “No.”

  “You’re not wearing anything. I could get pregnant.” He paused. Their heavy breathing was the only sounds to be heard in the still night.

  “I don’t give a fuck.” He pulled out of her only to slam back inside, sliding a hand between her slit to play with her nub. All thought of denying him or stopping the sex vanished from her thoughts. By the edge of the pool, she came apart in his arms as he fucked her hard. Nothing was left between them. Devil knew what Kayla had done, and in turn, she had become his woman.

  His lips trailed fire down her neck, making her burn even deeper. Devil’s thrusts grew erratic, his fingers working her expertly hurtling her toward another orgasm. Seconds after her own, she heard him growl as his cock jerked.

  Their fates were already sealed.

  ****

  The following morning, Devil stared at Lexie’s body. He’d kept her up to the early hours of the morning, fucking her. Their time in the pool hadn’t ceased. Once he’d climaxed, without a rubber, inside her, he’d carried her inside, laid her on the bed and fucked her twice more. From a young age he’d always had a high libido. She hadn’t gotten any rest last night at all.

  He admired her full curves on display as most of the blanket was off her body.

  Her face was turned toward him. She looked so relaxed in sleep. Devil loved looking at her. He recalled the feel of her rounded ass resting against him as he fucked her hard.

  Devil ran his hand down the length of her body. She mumbled something, snuggling in the bed.

  Lighting up a cigarette, he climbed out of bed to wander out of the bedroom toward the door. He opened up the door to see Vincent on his way down. Grabbing his jacket he placed it over her ass and quickly pulled up his pair of jeans as Vincent came to the door. From the vantage point where Vincent stood he could see into the room. He’d covered up his woman’s personals, not ready to share them with anyone. Fucking her in the club for all of his men to watch would be different from sharing her.

  “Did you have a good night?” Vincent asked, taking a seat.

  “Very. What brings you down here so fucking early?” Devil asked, carrying out to the recycle bin the few bottles of beer they’d drunk.

  “Phoebe’s dealing with the kids, and I like to stay away from that chaos. She’s organizing the cleaning crew for the club. They’ll be there in an hour or so to start gutting the place.” Vincent leaned back in his chair. “She your old lady?”

  “She’s my woman. I guess she’ll be considered my old lady.” Sitting down, Devil inhaled on his cigarette looking at his friend.

  “Got word that Rob has been pissing himself about you.”

  Devil laughed. “What’s the news then?” he asked, wanting to take his mind of his woman’s naked ass. He had yet to fuck it, but it would only be a matter of time.

  “You crushed his hand. He’s been trying to rally some of the other pimps and clients in a bid to make life difficult for you.”

  “Can he do it?” Devil asked.

  “His clients are some of the richest people in the county. I doubt they’d try to get their hands dirty with a known pimp. His girls are underage,” Vincent said.

  “I can’t believe this is so fucking bad. How is Judi doing?” Devil asked.

  “Curse and the guys have gotten her working at the club. She’s cleaning rooms, and Phoebe’s looking into getting her back at school. I don’t know how she’s going to take that, but we’ll handle the problem when it arises.”

  Devil waited for him to continue.

  “What are you going to do? Are you going to keep them at the club, or are you actually going to settle down and do what Tiny has done?” Vincent asked.

  “I’m settling down. I’ll still go on the road, but I’m looking to find a house.”

  Vincent chuckled, pulling out some paperwork from his jeans pocket. “My woman knows you better than I realize.”

  He handed over the piece of paper. Devil took it from his fingers, opening up the folded papers. “What is this?”

  “A house. It’s within the wealthy area. Phoebe knows how you like to piss people off, and she figures this will be big enough for you and Lexie. Also, any of the club who sticks around, and if you see here,” Vincent pointed at the garden, “it’s big enough for a garden for the barbeques she wants you to throw.”

  “Your woman has everything planned out, doesn’t she?” Devil asked. Phoebe was always prepared, which was one of the things he liked about her.

  Looking through the paperwork, he heard Lexie moan. She rolled over in bed and gasped.

  “We’re out here, baby.”

  Minutes later she walked into the room wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. “I found them in the drawer,” she said, going to the sink. Lexie smiled at Vincent. “Morning.”

  “Morning. You don’t need to be embarrassed, Lex. I’ve got no problem with you being here.”

  “Okay.”

  Devil looked over the paperwork, knowing he’d need to see the house before he even thought about buying it. “I want to check it out.”

  “I’ll get Phoebe to organize a viewing.” Vincent stood and left them alone.

  “What was that all about?” Lexie asked. She poured them both a coffee.

  “I’ll have cream and sugar,” he said.

  He liked the way she followed his orders adding what he asked for. Devil watched her, liking the domestic feeling she inspired within him. He stayed in one place only going on the necessary runs, and he could have this for the rest of his life. After their time in the pool he’d not even bothered with a condom. They were a waste of time anyway.

  Liar, you just like the feel of her naked against you.

  “Do you want me to go to the pharmacy today?” she asked, sitting down in Vincent’s vacant chair.

  “Why?” She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he was getting a little distracted by her naked breasts on display that were only covered by a shirt.

  “For the morning after pill?”

  “No, you don’t need it. We’ll deal with whatever happens.”

  “I don’t want kids yet,” she said, blowing on her coffee.

  He knew she was being reasonable while he didn’t feel the slightest bit reasonable.

  “I’ll use rubbers, but you’re not taking the morning after pill. That’s final.” He stood up, going into the bedroom to grab his jacket. “We’re going to look at a house today. I’ll be up at the main house. Come to me when you’re ready.”

  He left the pool house heading toward the main house. Phoebe was bundling the kids into the car as he approached. She smiled at him. “Where’s your other half?”

  “Pissing me off. Vincent inside?” he asked.

  “Yeah, your viewing is at ten. Be sure to be there. I’m taking Simon for the ride. We’ll be back later.”

  Heading inside he found Vincent going over some paperwork. “What’s happening?”

  “Nothing, just going through the paperwork for the club. Here, check it out.”

  Devil took the folder and checked through the numbers. He didn’t see anything wrong. “Business is going good?”

  “Yeah, my concern at the moment is with Rob. He’s a young fucking punk who doesn’t know when to bow down.” Vincent removed the glasses he’d been wearing.

  Thinking about Rob made Devil’s anger spike. He had enough of hearing about the fucking bastard who used young girls.

  “It’s fucking wrong what h
e’s doing,” Devil said. “I’ll put the bastard in the fucking ground.”

  “I got a call. Jerry wants to meet with you,” Vincent said.

  “Who the fuck is Jerry?” Devil was growing tired of all the names. Is this what Tiny had to put up with? He’d only been in town a day and already was on the bad side of a pimp and another wanted a meeting.

  “He’s a pimp but a fair one. He owns a private club that is pretty much a whore house.”

  “What’s the difference between this fucker and Rob?” Devil asked.

  “Jerry keeps his girls safe. None of them are on the street, and he’s one of the big leagues. Owns a house a couple down from the one you’re going to view. He’s got a wife and a couple kids. A mistress, too.” Vincent tapped his hand on the table. “You’d be best meeting with him.”

  “Fine.You coming with me to view the house?”

  “I can if you want me there,” Vincent said.

  “Yeah, I want you there.” The sound of the back door opening drew him up short. “She doesn’t need to know what we’re going on a meeting about.”

  Lexie rounded the corner and smiled at them.

  Fuck, the smile on her face felt like a fucking kick to the gut. Devil knew he was feeling something a lot more than liking. There was no fucking way he loved Lexie. He didn’t do love, and for a long time, he’d cut himself off from all emotion. Having a gun pressed against his head reminded him he needed to keep love at bay.

  “Come on, let’s go,” he said, heading out of the house.

  She didn’t say anything, simply climbed into the back of the car as he went to view a house.

  Three hours later, Devil signed along the dotted line. He loved the look and feel of the place. It was five beds with a pool and plenty of garden space to host a couple of barbeques. His life was moving along.

  Glancing down at his cell he saw nothing new from Tiny. It was only going to be a matter of time before his friend got in touch. He felt it in his blood.

  Taking Lexie with him to Jerry’s house, he saw the bastard was loaded. For the next hour he talked business with the biggest pimp of Piston County. Even though the fucker sold women to make a living Devil couldn’t help but like him.

  Life was looking interesting. The biggest problem he had was what to do with Lexie. The bitch was getting under his skin, and they’d not known each other all that fucking long.

  Chapter Eight

  One week later Lexie stood in the kitchen of Devil’s new house. Most of his men were stood out in the garden nursing beers as he cooked food at the barbeque. She was amazed at what the man could accomplish in a matter of a week. He’d purchased this luxury house, reorganized building work on his clubhouse, and tidied up the strip club. The man was a machine.

  At night he joined her in bed awakening her body in the way only he seemed to know.

  “What are you thinking about?” Devil asked, appearing behind her. They were the only two in the kitchen. Glancing toward the barbeque she saw Ripper flipping burgers.

  “Nothing much.”

  “Come on, share them. We’ve not gotten chance to talk all week.” His hand banded around her waist, drawing her back against him.

  Judi had moved in with them the same week. Devil wanted her to finish school, and every time Lexie thought she hated the sight of him, he always did something that made her like him a little bit more. The young girl had been forced to grow up too fast. Lexie knew the feeling, but she also knew she hadn’t been through what Judi had.

  The girl was strong, and looking out at the garden Lexie saw her reading one of the course books that had been sent by the school. Judi needed to pass an exam to get back into school to finish her last two years.

  “You’re not who I thought you was.”

  “Baby, don’t go getting sentimental on me. I’m fucking dangerous, and the moment you think otherwise, will be your mistake.” He turned her around, lifting her up onto the kitchen counter.

  His lips slammed down on hers, and she whimpered as his hands roamed her body. “Fuck me, I can’t get enough of you.”

  Without any word to his men, he lifted her in his arms and carried her toward the stairs.

  “Boss, food’s ready,” Curse said.

  “Then feed your fucking selves and keep yourselves occupied.”

  Burying her head against his neck, she groaned at the knowing look in Curse’s eyes.

  “Have fun.”

  Groaning, she held on tighter to his neck. “You’re not being fair. How can I face them again?”

  “With a smile on your face knowing I’ve fucked you good.” He kicked open their door, slamming it behind him. She giggled as he dropped her to the floor.

  He tugged out the band holding her hair up.

  Next he fingered the length, sinking his hands in and fisting them. She gasped at the bite of pain from the pull of his hands.

  His lips covered hers, and her pussy bloomed. She crossed her legs knowing she wanted him badly.

  Devil broke from the kiss, releasing her. “You’re going to dance for me,” he said.

  “What?”

  She watched him walk toward the stereo, and a slow moving tune filled the air.

  “No one else is here. I saw you dance. You didn’t want any of the men there. If they had touched you, I know you’d have hated it.” He sat down on the edge of the bed.

  He removed his leather cut showing his Chaos Bleeds MC status.

  “This time I want you to dance for me, knowing only I am going to be the one to fuck you in the end.”

  Her heart pounded against her chest. She had never danced for anyone in her life. The music flowed around them.

  “Dance for me.”

  It wasn’t a request, but she felt the urge to please him, to have something between them. None of the men were ever going to see her dance again. Nodding her head, she took a step back, turning away from him. She didn’t think about money or Simon, only her need to feel his hard dick sliding inside her. They were far enough from the garden that she didn’t even hear them talking

  You can do this.

  She allowed all of her desire and arousal to flow into her movements. First she worked her hips knowing what he loved about her body. The jeans she wore rode low on her hips leaving her slightly rounded stomach on display. The vest shirt was pulled taut over her large breasts. Devil liked to see her curvy figure and wouldn’t allow her to wear anything that would obscure his view of her body. Part of her was thrilled with how taken he was of her body. Another part hated being on display.

  Years of being told she was fat, ugly, and disgusting could do that. Her mother and Kayla had worn away at her confidence from a young age. Dancing hadn’t brought it back, but she was starting to think Devil was determined to.

  Turning around, she sank her fingers into her hair and danced, keeping her gaze on his. Devil’s gaze travelled up and down her body, landing on her breasts. She really liked the fullness of them, especially when he loved to play with her. For an entire movie she’d sat between his legs as he stroked her breasts.

  He drove her crazy while he was just happy to hold what was his.

  She unbuttoned her jeans, spinning back to him showing her ass. Lexie heard him groan as she wiggled out of the denim then kicked it aside. She wore a pair of lace panties.

  Moving back, she allowed him to touch her ass. Taking hold of his hands, she ran them up and down her body. This was not a dance on stage, and she needed his touch to keep her in place.

  When he made to touch her breasts, she stopped him, pulling away and shaking her head.

  “This was a bad fucking idea,” he said, muttering.

  Smiling, she shook her head, dancing toward the next song. Several seconds passed, and she pulled up her shirt, showing him a glimpse of the lace bra she wore. Her nipples would be on full display and easily visible through the sheer fabric.

  Glancing down, she saw the clear evidence of his arousal.

  She tugged the vest shir
t up over her head, hiding her chest from his view.

  “Fucking tease,” he said.

  “This is what you wanted.” She pointed out the truth to him. Lexie didn’t deserve any teasing at all. She was simply following his orders. He’d not given her much choice.

  She couldn’t deny the arousal, though, at dancing only for him.

  Moving closer, she reached behind her tearing off the bra. She pushed his hands away, cupping her breasts in offering to him.

  “Fuck me, you’re something else entirely.” He flicked his tongue over her nipples, and she cried out at the feel of his tongue on her ultra-sensitive skin.

  Arching up, she felt his hands grip her ass rubbing her against his cock. He was thick, hard, and throbbing.

  Her desire to do something else had her pulling out of his lap.

  “The dance is over.”

  She sank to her knees, going to the button of his leathers. Together they worked to pull his cock out of the tight confines that bound him. He was long and thick. The tip of his shaft leaked his pre-cum.

  Smiling up at him, she licked the tip in the same way he’d licked her nipples.

  “Fuck.” He cursed, sinking his fingers into her hair as she continued to lick his cum from the tiny slit at the tip. He didn’t ram his dick into her mouth. Devil waited patiently for her to take him into her mouth.

  His fingers were soothing as she licked along the thick vein pulsing with blood. The song changed, and she ignored it. She stayed knelt on the floor, sucking his cock into her mouth. Taking the tip in first she worked more and more of him inside until she had more than half of his cock.

  There was too much for her to take at once. Devil took over, fisting her hair, pulling her off and thrusting back into her mouth. His cock was coated in her saliva, which didn’t seem to bother him at all.

  She kept her mouth open as he fucked her mouth hard. The thrust were deep but not to the point of making her gag.

  Staring up at him, she saw the pleasure shining in his eyes.

  “No, I don’t want to come in your fucking mouth.” He tugged her off his cock and brought her up for a kiss. She moaned as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.