Burned by Him

by Sophia Hampton

  Rafael “The Lucky One” Neal. He was the reason she was in so much trouble... no, that wasn't technically true. She knew when he lifted the mask of his sexy face the day he’d visited the Reaper's club that it was a life changing event. He’d lived in the foster home she’d lived in with Miss Marlene, but he’d left a few months before she’d gotten there. She’d fallen for him before she’d ever met him. She'd used him for masturbatory material and secretly flirted with him when she’d seen him out. The thing was all the women flirted with him and he seemed like catnip to the women of the Headless Reapers.

  She’d snuck out with the VP of the Mountain Tribesmen and had the night she’d wanted for most of her adult life. Too bad it all went to hell in a hand basket moments after she returned the next day. Her friend, Tricia was still there and she looked like she wanted to say something. As long as it wasn’t another lecture she’d be fine but if one more person asked her what happened that night and warned her of the trouble with men outside the club she may actually scream.

  After a deep sigh Tricia started. “It would go so much better for you if you would just tell them what they want to know.”

  “And that is...” Emma wanted to act like she didn’t know what her friend was talking about like she did with all the other people but she couldn’t, unfortunately she couldn’t tell her friend the truth either. She knew that Tricia was closer to her than anyone else but she didn’t think she wouldn’t turn her in and get the kudos that would accompany getting her to talk.

  Her buddy’s eyes narrowed and her mouth got tight. “You think you’re playing all these people but everyone knew there was an extra pep in your step when The Lucky One was near. Now that all this has happened it’s just making people think you’ve had something going on with him for longer than any of us realized.” Tricia looked around after saying the nick name that had the rough and mean looking president jumping down your throat at its very mention.

  “Everyone liked him, Trix. I don’t see why my thinking he looked like a nice pet to ride would make me a criminal or him a murderer. I recall you saying some very sexual things about him too.” Emma hated to bring that up because now thinking about Tricia being interested in Rafe made her feel slightly ill, but she had to make a point.

  “They’re saying you left Mark a message to meet you out in the parking lot. Is that true?” Tricia looked like she wanted to help her but Emma couldn’t be too sure. If Emma told her what really happened she would be punished worse than she was getting now. The animosity and anger was subtle but once the truth came out, if it ever came out, the subtlety would be gone and it would be full force everybody against Emma.

  “That’s true, but I just wanted to talk to him. He was pretty rough with me here in the club when everyone left and I wanted to get a few things straight before we headed back.” Emma was being pretty honest with what she was sharing but she was leaving out a few points. Like the fact that she’d asked the man she’d spent the night with to talk to her new “Old Man,” someone she thought she was being handed over to because she had broke an unwritten rule: don’t leave the club with someone they don’t know. What happened in that parking lot she would never know because Rafe had put her in a cab and went back to talk to Mark alone. He said it was self defense and she had to believe that. For her sanity she had to believe that, because she would feel horrible knowing that she had a part in the death of anyone. Even a shitty guy like Mark “The Hammer” Spencer. The club was mad because he brought in the most money and she didn’t think they knew how to duplicate his part of the puzzle, which left them scrambling to find out how Mark had been able to make that kind of money and how could they do so again.

  Tricia was looking into her face as if trying to find the truth in the words her friend spewed out. From the frustration on Tricia’s face it was pretty clear that she was coming up with a blank. “I don’t know how much longer this is going to go on. They are waiting for Rafael to show up and they want to talk to him but his club is holding steady that they don’t know where he is. I swear Joe is getting more angry by the day. I’d even heard they placed a spy over with the Tribesmen to see when Rafe comes back. They are serious and they want answers one way or another.” Tricia looked at her friend with wide eyes trying to get her point across that the men were getting restless and she’d better get something together to tell them.

  Emma stood up, feeling as if she was going to lose whatever food she’d been able to shovel down earlier. It wasn’t like they starved her. She ate what she liked, and watched television, but she was lonely and everyone watched her as if she could take flight at any moment or kill them all depending on her mood. It was as if these people hadn’t been around her for the last few years and gotten to know her. “I know he’s angry and I know it’s at me. I’d like to leave but they won’t let me. That’s probably a good idea anyway, I don’t have any money and I don’t even know what I’d do by myself.”

  “Get some sleep, girlie. I’ll tell Joe you went up to bed. Can I trust you not to do anything stupid?” Tricia had to cover her own ass and Emma wouldn’t do anything that would get her friend in the hot seat next to her. This was no place to be. She wouldn’t wish this on her worst enemy.

  “Yes, Tricia. I’m not going to do anything but climb up those stairs, take a shower and get some sleep. It’s not like I have a phone or access to any form of social media. There is nothing stupid for me to do,” she said hoping to give her friend some breathing space but Tricia still looked worried.

  The walk across the large room decorated with lazy boy chairs and card tables was a long one especially when people seemed to stop talking when she came near and then started back up as soon as she passed them. It would be better for all of them if she just left but for some reason the Reapers didn’t want that to happen. She was being used for something and she was sure it wasn’t good. She wanted no part of bloodshed on her hands or anywhere else. The incident that happened with Mark was bad enough and although she hadn't been there the guilt still plagued her. Walking as slowly and regally as she could because she remembered Miss Marlene always told her no matter how afraid you are don’t run out of a room...walk out with pride and dignity. She had remembered a lot of what her foster mother had said lately because she’d needed strength and calm and that was Miss Marlene in a nut shell.

  She’d used up a lot of pride just walking through the crowd of people and up to her room and felt like a deflated balloon when she arrived, but what didn’t kill you was supposed to make you stronger. Emma thought she should have Hulk like strength by now. Taking a few minutes to settle her nerves and take a few deep breaths, she felt like she could breathe easier when she was alone.

  This room she’d been given was nice and hadn’t been changed since ‘The Incident’ but she had definitely changed as a person. Maybe a nice hot shower and a good night’s rest would make her feel more excited about the new day that would be the same as every other day she’d had the last few weeks. Just that thought alone made her sad and depressed. Her tomorrow was going to be just like today, yesterday and every day since her incarceration. The funny thing is that they said they were doing this for her benefit. Yeah, right. Emma took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom wishing there was a way to wash off the funky mood she was in as well as the grime of the day.

  She enjoyed being naked, because it reminded her of Rafe, so at least there was that pleasure and while she was in the shower she could almost forget where she was and the circumstances of her life right now. Looking into the mirror at her reflection, she noticed the bruises on her breasts had faded to practically nothing and was happy that at least her body was getting back to normal. The vicious way Mark had pulled her nipples and degraded her after she’d become his old lady was something she hadn’t been ready for. That had to be the reason she’d asked Rafe for help without thinking of the trouble she’d been asking him to make on her account. In hindsight that probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but she couldn’t
fix the past.

  The shower was at the perfect temperature and as soon as it hit her body she moaned. She’d been sexually active long before she’d met Rafe but the way he’d worked her body like an instrument coupled with being deprived of any and all sexual adventures for the last few weeks made her want to be cuddled, touched and fucked. Since that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon she was going to be forced to take matters into her own hands. That shouldn’t have been a problem, she’d been bringing herself to orgasm for as long as she could remember, but that didn’t mean she preferred it that way.

  The Reapers kept up with her need for supplies and her almond soap was one of her only requirements. Smelling the aroma of toasted almonds and feeling the warmth of the water droplets like tiny fingers on her skin made shower time her favorite time, and that was even before she’d been banished from everyone’s thoughts and concerns.

  She started soaping up the bar in her wash cloth enjoying the feel of the building suds and the strong aroma of the almonds. Gliding her hands up and down her body was quickly increasing her arousal and immediately thought of Rafe and what he’d do if he were with her. That man had needed no instructions for how to touch her and make the most of every feeling she’d had. It was as if he had the manual to her body and knew exactly what buttons to push, where to stroke and when to plunge right in. There was a connection there from the start. She’d thought it was because she’d spent so much time thinking about him when she’d not known him personally to the point that she had been all revved up when she finally met him, but that didn’t account for the way Rafe had responded to her.

  So in need of touch she discarded her wash cloth, desperate to feel hands on her body even if they were only her own. Leaning back against the wall she anchored her leg up so she could have room to work a little magic by herself. She was already so aroused because she’d been thinking of Rafe, his big hands and thick cock, she didn’t think she’d need much time. Her body was pulsing and just the soft passes on her clit was making her body want a more firm and vigorous touch.

  It was time to put the soap down and get serious. Grasping her breast in her hand, she tugged at her nipple like Rafe would and her hips bucked wanting and needing more. She reached down between her legs and pushed two fingers inside her aching orifice. The moan that escaped her lips echoed against the walls of the bathroom and rang in her ears. It sounded as lonely as she was. She’d wanted to finish quickly but this was going to be strong and she didn’t want to fall. That would be an embarrassing thing to have happen. People would come running to see what she was up to and find her fucking herself in the bathroom. Sliding down so she could sit in the tub and she could feel the water softly hitting her throbbing clit. Taking her fingers out of her juicy hole she moved up to her love button and synchronized the tugging of her nipple with the rubbing of her clit. The tension was building up fast and she closed her eyes so she could see the man who was making her so excited and could bring her to the edge of her passion swiftly.

  “Rafe.” Emma called out the name as her body convulsed over and over in a powerful explosion of desire and loneliness. When she finally caught her breath she remembered what had come out of her mouth and felt a shiver of fear. Why the hell did she say that? The way they watched her it wouldn’t be uncommon to think that they had her room bugged or someone stationed nearby. She was getting paranoid, but she had a good reason. These men had been her friends, but she had no doubt that if given instructions to do so they would kill her. Did she need to give them a reason? No. All of the time she spent negating everything they threw at her it would be stupid to get caught yelling out the name of the man they wanted her to claim while she was in the heat of passion.

  Emma got up quickly and rinsed off. The water had cooled off and she wondered if someone was going to come to her to complain about that. This place wasn’t built for as many people that now lived in it and the hot water tank only held so much. She wrapped up in a towel and wiped off the mirror. The red flush on her face made her look healthy. Her body felt more at ease because of the release she’d just had but she was terrified of what was on the other side of the door. Were they out there waiting for her? Did they hear what she’d yelled out? Her clothes were on her bed waiting for her so she was naked and vulnerable. Not that a sleep shirt would stop a bullet or a fist but it would make her feel more confident.

  She said a silent prayer and opened the bathroom door.

  The room was as empty as it was when she left it. This whole situation was crazy, and on top of that she was making herself insane, but when she heard Rafe’s name fall from her lips she had been terrified. One thing was clear, she had to get herself out of this situation. Rafe was gone. Whatever connection she thought they had must have been one sided. It had only been one night and then she’d pulled him into a life changing event. She may have been done with herself if she were in his position.

  She pulled on her clothes and slid between the sheets of her bed happy that for the next few hours she didn’t have to think of anything, but Rafe. It was only there that they could be together and she’d have to take what she could get.

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  I STOLE HER AND STARTED A WAR

  I follow no man’s rules but my own, but there are some you just don’t break.

  I’ve never backed down from a fight—and believe me. This girl—Emma, she’s worth the fight.

  From the moment I had her curves, I knew she was mine. What started out as a spark when we met grew to a fire that can’t be stopped—won’t be stopped until she belongs to me.

  Except she was a Reaper’s girl. And you don’t ever stop being a Reaper’s girl. And ever since they found out I stole Emma, they’ve been out for my blood.

  She wants to leave, to run away with me.

  So I made a pact with her.

  And I’ll burn down everyone and everything standing in our way.

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