DEFILED: A Dark Bad Boy Romance (Wicked Bones MC)

by April Lust

  I cringed and blushed as I thought about the girls back at the Children’s Hospital reading about me, Katia Reynolds, their hero in the LA Times. I could just see the headline now: “Beauty Queen Caught With Ex-Con!”

  I shuddered. Still, as much as I wanted to put Devin out of my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was everything I wanted, at least, in a sex partner. I hadn’t wrapped my mind around anything else appealing. Devin was crude and loud. He didn’t have good manners, and more than once I’d caught him eating a whole pizza at once. Besides, he rarely washed his hair, and it was always standing up in dirty little cowlicks.

  But you think he’s sexy, a small voice piped from the back of my mind, and you even like the way he smokes!

  I wrinkled my nose. Devin wasn’t like any of the other guys I’d ever met. Most of them were too interested in handling me with kid gloves. I was used to going out with guys who gave me diamonds on the second date. Guys who always ordered for me (usually a salad), guys who held open doors, guys who’d never be caught dead staring at my ass.

  Guys who wouldn’t ever thrill me as much as Devin had managed to thrill me in the backseat of a Camaro. I blushed thinking about the way he’d pulled off my jeans, then buried his face in my panties and sucked my clit as though it were lifeblood. It had been a passionate encounter unlike any other that I’d ever had, and it had barely lasted ten minutes!

  I wasn’t used to dealing with men like Devin. Not at all. The metrosexual guys I’d always dated had maybe had a rough side to them. I wasn’t an idiot; I knew what men did at bachelor parties. But that wasn’t ever a side that they’d let me see. It was frustrating, being such a ‘good girl’ and having to deal with all of the unfortunate consequences.

  My phone buzzed in my lap, startling me out of my daze. When I saw that it was Anya calling, I felt both relieved and kind of empty.

  “Hey Anya,” I chirped. “How’re you?”

  “Wow, Katia, you’re in a good mood,” Anya observed. “How are you?”

  I frowned. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her about Devin, at least, not until this whole thing was over.

  “Ouch,” I said playfully. “Am I always such a bitch to deal with?”

  Anya chuckled, but I had a feeling her laughter wasn’t entirely humorous. “No comment,” she said breezily. “Look, I’ve got some stuff to drop off at the house. The hospital sent you another gift basket. Do you want to keep it or should I donate? Also, we’ve got all these books you need to sign. Remember that giveaway?”

  My hand cramped at the mere thought. “I do,” I said mournfully. Last month, I’d offered a collection of one hundred of my coffee table style book as prizes for a local raffle. Anya had suggested sweetening the deal by signing each of them, and I’d reluctantly agreed. But now that the thought of the task was at hand, there was nothing I felt like doing less. Especially not with hot, hunky Devin patrolling my home.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Just bring them over. I don’t need the basket, so you can donate it.” I paused. “Actually, yeah, bring it over. I’ll give it to Devin.”

  “Devin?” Anya laughed. “The guy you wanted to sleep in the yard? He’s making an impression, I take it.”

  “I guess,” I lied.

  “It’s not like you’re gonna have to deal with him for much longer anyway,” Anya said. “I haven’t heard anything from the stalker, and the LAPD called earlier. They think they’re close to tracking someone down.”

  I knew her news should have filled me with joy but instead my heart sank. My mouth tasted of ash, and I felt the corners of my lips dip into a frown.

  “Katia? Are you still there?”

  “Yeah,” I mumbled. “I’m here. What?”

  “Just that we’ll need to finalize our payment to Devin soon,” Anya chirped. She was breezing right on as if he didn’t mean something to me. I frowned at the thought.

  What the hell do you mean, ‘mean something’? I wondered. He’s hired muscle. That’s all. You can’t get attached to this guy! Think of your reputation, Katia!

  “I know,” I said. “Look, I was actually thinking, what if I hired him full-time? I mean, I probably should have had some security staff before this whole thing happened in the first place, don’t you think? Like, someone to watch over me and all that?”

  Anya laughed. “Katia, you live in one of the safest neighborhoods in LA,” she said gently. “I think we can look into getting some security cameras and setting up a little room, but I don’t think you’ll need someone on patrol, at least not after this whole thing dies down.”

  I couldn’t explain why, but her comment was deeply upsetting to me. “Well, what if I want someone here,” I persisted. “This whole thing has left me feeling really unsafe, Anya. I think I could probably do with a permanent guard!”

  Anya laughed. “Katia,” she said gently. “I think you’re being a little ridiculous. Everything’s going to be fine. This is all just precaution, remember?”

  I pouted. “Fine,” I mumbled. “So, when are you coming over?”

  “I’ll be there in a while,” Anya said. “You’re home?”

  I glanced up. Devin was walking around in the hallway, his heavy footsteps sounded like small rumbles of thunder. I grinned to myself.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I’m home.”

  As soon as I hung up the phone with Anya, I felt like pouring myself a big glass of wine and taking a long bath. I would’ve, too, except that it was ten in the morning. Instead, I went to my bedroom and threw open the doors of my closet. Normally, when I was in a bad mood, I got all dolled up and went out on the town, but the idea of leaving home with Devin wasn’t nearly as appealing as staying in with him.

  Soon, you’ll be alone again and you can do whatever you want; he’ll be gone, probably out screwing some woman with a bad blonde dye-job, and you’ll be alone. I thought as I flipped angrily through the racks of clothes, most of them still with the tags from the store.

  I frowned. This wouldn’t do. I couldn’t keep wasting time, pining over someone who obviously didn’t give a shit about me. And why would he? To Devin, I was some spoiled Hollywood brat. Sure, he wanted to fuck me. Deep down, I knew that we had almost nothing in common. It wasn’t like we’d ever have long candlelit dinners discussing our favorite childhood vacations.

  Something in the closet caught my eye, and I grabbed it. It was the same mint chemise that I’d bought from La Perla that day I’d let Devin watch me in the dressing room. My lips curled into a thin smile as I pulled the garment close to my body and draped it over my shoulder. Sure, Devin was going to be gone soon. But he was here now, wasn’t he?

  And I knew that I wasn’t going to let him go without a fuck.

  # # #

  Two hours later, I was feeling more sexually frustrated than I’d ever felt in my life. I’d been lying on the couch for over twenty minutes, with the mint chemise artfully slipped off one shoulder. Devin had barely even looked at me. He’d mumbled something and then disappeared into the kitchen.

  What’s wrong with me? I wondered as I reached up to pat my hair. It was still in place, and I knew I looked good.

  So why wasn’t he making a move?

  Suddenly, I had an idea.

  “Devin!” I called loudly, sitting up and rubbing my neck. “Can you come here for a moment?”

  I heard a loud sigh, followed by heavy footsteps into the living room. Devin appeared, looking both incredibly sexy and disheveled. His dark hair was even more unruly than usual as it stood up in little cowlicks over his head, and I could tell that his scruff was getting long, even for him.

  “My neck hurts,” I said sweetly. “Would you mind rubbing it for me?”

  Devin rolled his eyes but walked over and began to rub my neck obediently. It felt so good that I let out a loud moan and arched my back, leaning against his legs. The bulge at the fork of his jeans told me that he was already half-erect. With a grin, I stretched, pushing the chemise further up my thighs and exposing a
black garter belt and stocking set.

  “This is new,” I said sweetly. “Do you like it?”

  Devin’s rough hands stopped in their tracks. I heard him roughly suck in a breath, then he let out a low whistle.

  “I know what you’re trying to do,” Devin said in a low voice. I shuddered; just the sound of his growl was enough to make me wet. “You’re trying to seduce me, Ms. Reynolds.”

  My mouth was dry and my heart started to pound in my chest as I stood up and turned to face him. For a moment, we squared off, facing each other and breathing heavily. Then it happened at once; Devin grabbed me and pulled me close, pressing his mouth against mine. I moaned as a hot flood of pleasure swirled through my body and I threw my arms around his neck. Devin’s hands were on my waist immediately, and he was pulling me through the air. Wrapping my legs around his muscular torso, Devin carried me gently into the kitchen and set me on the counter. The cold marble against my thighs made me shiver, and I cried out softly into Devin’s mouth as he caressed my breasts through the silk chemise.

  “God,” I groaned softly. My nipples were so hard that I thought they were going to explode. As Devin caressed my body, I arched my back and threw my hair back. Devin pressed his face into my breasts. When I felt his tongue on my nipples through the silken fabric, I let out a wild cry of pleasure. Devin was the only thing on my mind, filling and completing me until I felt like I’d never be whole again. He slid a hand inside my chemise and toyed with my nipple as his mouth fastened around my other nipple. When I felt his teeth graze the delicate skin, I screamed with pleasure.

  Between my legs was a soaking void. Devin trailed his hand down my body and trailed his nails on the soft skin of my inner thighs. I moaned softly as he got closer and closer to my womanhood. It was the most exquisite, teasing sensation I’d ever felt. I held my breath as his fingers drew nearer and nearer to the most sensitive place on my body. My pussy was so wet that my lace thong was sticking to my skin. Devin gently tugged on the delicate fabric, making it slide against me. It felt so good that I cried out. A blush came to my cheeks.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” Devin growled. He stood up and kissed me roughly again, exploring my mouth with his tongue until all I could taste was his smoky essence. Devin’s stubbly chin rubbed against the soft skin of my face, making me feel chapped and raw, but I loved the sensation of it. I moaned softly as he began to suck on my lower lip.

  “Take me now,” I growled softly into Devin’s mouth. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me forward, until my crotch was rubbing against the flat muscles of his abdomen. I moaned and struggled. The feeling was so intense that I wanted more of it, but at the same time it was almost too much. Devin didn’t let me pull away. He held me fast and bucked his body, sending shivers of pleasure. Even though there were layers of fabric between us, it was as if we were naked.

  “Out of this,” Devin growled. He placed both hands at the front of my chemise and ripped it neatly down the middle. I gasped with excitement. The cold air on my breasts felt wonderful, and the way Devin had torn my chemise made me feel both vulnerable and desired. When he lowered his head to my nipples and began to suck, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Moaning softly, I shoved my chest forward. Devin bit down softly on a nipple, and I screamed. He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. I wrapped my legs around his waist, barely aware of floating through the air. With my eyes closed, Devin and the pleasure rocketing through my body were the only things I could see. He was everything – the air inside my lungs, the smoky taste in my mouth, the powerful muscled body wrapped around mine. With Devin, I didn’t so much feel like a woman as half of a whole. Like he was the other half that I’d been missing my whole life, and I hadn’t even realized something was gone until now.

  Devin carried me into the bathroom, flicking on the lights. He set me down on the counter and pulled his shirt off. I studied his hard body. He was covered in tattoos and scars, and I moaned softly as I trailed my fingers down his chest. Devin’s blue eyes were blazing lustful fire, and he leaned in close and kissed me passionately. I was clad only in my panties and garter belt, and I barely felt the fabric of my thong rip as Devin pulled it away from my body, leaving me naked.

  Devin walked into the shower and turned on the water. Hot water streamed out of the four showerheads on the ceiling. He pulled me into the shower, shoving me up against the cold tiled wall. The combination of the cool marble behind my back and the hot water streaming down my face was intensified by Devin’s muscular, strong touch. He stripped out of his jeans and boxers, tossing them both to the floor. His cock bobbed free, and I almost gasped when I saw how beautiful he was. I hadn’t had a good chance to look at him while we had been in the Camaro, but now I saw that he was incredibly well-endowed. His nine-inch cock protruded in front of his body as he walked towards me with savage lust written clearly on his face. As our lips met, I moaned softly into his mouth and pulled Devin under the spray of the water.

  Devin growled into my neck. I shuddered as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the wall and into the spray of the water. Every cell, every nerve in my body was tingling with pleasure as we kissed. Wrapping my leg around Devin’s thigh, I pulled my body close to his. The water beating down on our heads was hot but not as hot as his body. I kissed him softly, sucking on his lower lip and squealing into his mouth as I felt his hands slide down my soaked back. When Devin squeezed my ass, a spray of pleasure went through my body, and I groaned, grinding my pelvis against his muscular thigh.

  “I want you,” Devin growled. “I want you in every room of this house, Katia. I want you to be mine.”

  “You can have me,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and moaned as Devin lowered his head to my body and began covering my neck and chest with kisses. His rough beard scratched my delicate skin, and I groaned as I felt my already-sore nipples throb with a mixture of pleasure and agony.

  Devin slid his wet fingers down my body. The water made for delicious friction between us, and I thrust my hips forward as he tangled his fingers in the small blonde patch of my pubic hair. Devin grinned at me and winked as he tugged the hair. Pleasure shot through my lower belly, and I gasped as the wet curls were pulled away from my skin. Devin slid his hand lower, between my legs, gently rubbing my labia with his thumb. I spread my legs, exposing my hard clit, and as Devin grazed it with a finger, I let out a wild moan of pleasure. Every time he brushed his hand over my pussy, I gasped and writhed against him. My legs were feeling weak and it was hard to stand, but I would have done anything to make Devin keep touching me.

  “Please don’t stop,” I moaned softly. “Please take me!”

  Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around Devin’s cock. He was hard and veiny, and I gasped a little as I began to pump him up and down. I felt his cock throbbing with pleasure, but every time I began to guide him closer to my body, Devin would pull away and grin sadistically.

  “Not yet,” Devin growled. “I want you to beg.”

  Suddenly and without warning, he scooped me up into his arms and pulled me close. I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperately trying to impale myself on his perfect manhood. Devin held me firmly as he turned off the shower and shoved me against the marble wall. The surface had warmed from the hot water and I closed my eyes as Devin nuzzled my neck. He bit into my shoulder, and I cried out in pleasure as red-hot lust seared through every inch of my body. I could barely see or feel or hear anything that wasn’t Devin and my own overwhelming desire. I was far from a virgin, but it had never been like this. Never in my life had I wanted someone to fuck me as much as I wanted Devin.

  With a growl, Devin carried me out of the shower and down the hall. The cool air prickled my skin, and I moaned softly as he carried me into my bedroom and dropped me on the bed. Beneath my wet body, the silk sheets were chilly and soft. Devin crawled on top of me. He slapped the inside of my thigh, right over the garter.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” Devin ordered. I
nodded slowly. I could feel my cheeks were flushed with the heat of desire and the need flooding my body was becoming too overwhelming to ignore. As Devin positioned himself between my legs, he reached down and steadied himself with a hand on the bed.

  When I felt the tip of Devin’s cock pressing against the entrance to my womanhood, I moaned softly. Pleasure shot through my body as he penetrated me, sliding deep into my slick pussy. My body felt like it would explode with pleasure as Devin slammed his hips against mine, burying himself to the hilt inside of me. For a moment, we stayed locked together, staring into each other’s blue eyes.

  Then, Devin began to rock against me in a sensual rhythm that threatened to set me on fire. A tense burst of pleasure was building in my lower belly. With each thrust, Devin pushed against my hard clit. He shoved a hand between our bodies and gently rubbed me with his thumb as his cock slid in and out of my pussy. I could feel my muscles gripping him, could feel his own cock pulsing inside of me.