I’m not the type of bitch who takes orders from a man. At another time, I used to be, but not anymore. I know my worth and I’m not a whore-for-hire. “I’ll wrap my lips around your cock after you make me cum. Consider it a parting gift.”
He releases my neck and looks around my room, almost like he’s searching for something. “I don’t like it when women get mouthy on me, brat. You got anything interesting in here?” He stands up, walks around me kneeling on the floor, and strokes his cock as he goes around the room. I see him stop at the small desk in front of the window and he clears it off, taking something in his hands. “Come here.”
I stand, wanting to get fucked, not ordered around. In his hands, he holds two bobby pins and before I realize what’s happening, he has one squeezing my nipple. A sharp, heated pain radiates through my breast but feels good at the same time. He places the remaining bobby pin on my other nipple as he dips two fingers inside my pussy.
I knew I’ve been pent up with sexual frustration for a while, but I didn’t realize just how long I’ve gone without sex. I’m not soaked— yet, but I’m pretty damn close.
“You on the pill or anything?” Zane asks. “For the life of me, I wanna feel all of you.”
I search his eyes, trying to decide if I want a rubber on him or not. “I get the shot. Are you clean or do you fuck around a lot?”
“I’m clean. I haven’t fucked a bitch without a wrapper in almost ten years.”
“Alright. Can we cut to the fucking chase? I want dick, not a conversation,” I grumble out, now glaring at him.
Zane grabs me by the back of the neck, puts my knee up on the desk and pushes my boobs into the cold window. At the same time, he pushes his cock inside me, stretching my pussy wide. I haven’t had anyone in so long, I forgot about the burning sensation when a man rams himself into you.
“Oh, Jesus!” I curse lowly, biting my bottom lip. The coolness of the window gives me another sensation, feeling every extreme.
“Damn. You’re as tight as I thought you’d be,” Zane hisses out, rocking his cock back in and out of me. He plants his hands on my hips, trying to keep me in one place, and increases his speed.
I suck in a sharp breath as he moves a little deeper and the metal of his piercings brushes against me in just the right way. “Ooo!” I ball my hand into a fist, almost feeling like tiny electric shocks are going through my pussy.
“I fuckin’ knew you’d love the feel of me inside your wet cunt,” Zane snickers. Bringing his lips to my back, he sucks skin in between his teeth and bites down hard. I try to wiggle away from him but it’s no use. He has a primal grip on me— one that’ll leave a mark, no doubt.
“Touch my clit, please,” I beg, wanting to come. I’m so close to the edge already from the ferociousness of him fucking me.
Zane doesn’t say a thing but slips his left hand from my hip to my clit, rolling his fingers around my hardening nub. I squirm, pushing myself against him, needing to come more than anything else.
Fuck, I crave this release more than I’ve craved anything.
“Damn, Raven! Your pussy is begging for my come. I just might give it to you, girl,” he growls out as he releases my back.
I moan out something incorrigible, not even sure what I’m trying to say, when an exploding heat stems at my core and comes rushing out of me. Shakes take ahold of my body and Zane speeds up, slamming his cock into me as my juices drip out of me. “Yes, girl! Take this cock, take all of my come. You know you want it.”
Out of nowhere, Zane pulls out of me, flips me over onto my back, and rams his cock back into me. He yanks the bobby pins from my nipples and keeps going at my clit. I feel like I’m going to keep coming— like he’s a pianist and I’m his instrument. My body keeps giving him what he wants, covering him with my essence.
Zane pulls his cock from me yet again and I feel warm gushes of his come go from my pussy all the way up my body as he directs his dick to my face. “Now, come here and clean off my cock before I stick it in your ass.”
I raise a brow in shock, but I won’t say no. If I’ve felt anything over the last few weeks, it’s been pain, stress, and fear. This is the first time in ages I’ve felt release and I don’t want to let go of it just yet. I need it to last a little bit longer.
10
Not all storms come to disrupt your life. Some come to clear your path
~ Unknown
Raven
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and look to my right where Zane was a few hours ago. I’m relieved to see he left and didn’t sleep in my bed. If he had stayed the night, I would worry everything he said about it being a one-time thing was complete bullshit.
I toss the comforter off and throw my legs over the side of the bed, sliding down onto the wooden floor. Taking in a deep breath, I yawn and walk over to the dresser to grab some clothes. It’s getting colder every day, so I opt for a sweater and some jeans. As for shoes, I’ll just go easy and put on a pair of snow boots.
Glancing in the mirror, I see the serious bedhead and know I won’t be able to fix it unless I full-on shower and style my hair. I opt to comb it back with my fingers and grab a hair tie from the dresser, pulling it back in a messy bun before I walk to the bedroom door and head downstairs.
Much to my surprise, as I go down the stairs, I spot Zane sitting at the head of Fist’s dining room table, sipping on a cup of coffee. “Is there more where that came from or did you drink it all?”
Zane ignores me, sipping the coffee in his cup and motions over to the kitchen. I take his silent signal and walk over to the counter to see there are a good six cups of coffee left. Grabbing a mug, I pour myself a heavy cup, not wanting to infect my coffee with creamer or sugar today. I want it bitter, stiff enough to jolt me straight awake.
“We need to have a chat when you’re done getting your coffee ready, Raven,” Zane calls out from the other room. I turn around, scanning the area and realize no one else is in sight. There’s no way this is on accident.
“What’s going on?” I ask, reluctantly approaching the table.
“Oh, nothing really. We’re just going to have that chat we forgot about last night.”
Fuck, I thought he’d dropped the issue. Apparently not. “Like I said before, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t give a shit. Something is going on with you and it’s not light shit. People don’t just start chasing down a woman without a reason. You’re going to tell me what the reason behind this shit is before I start going around and asking questions myself. I heard enough last night. Pretty easy to figure out who these bastards work for. The one thing I’m wondering is how in the hell you got tied up with the General?”
I pull out a chair and plant my ass on it, taking a sip of coffee before I respond. “I didn’t get tied up with the General, Zane. I don’t even know who he is.”
“You don’t?” His gaze is accusatory as if he believes I’m lying to him.
“No, I don’t. I can guess who is affiliated with him, though . . . my piece of shit family.”
“I don’t follow. What does your family have to do with anything?”
“My Momma randomly called me after years of going without speaking. She wanted to meet up for dinner in town and I went to meet her. Only it wasn’t a sweet, reconnecting experience. She wanted something from me like she always does. Told me she needed money. I walked out when I realized she was trying to use me again.”
Zane doesn’t know about my past or the shit I’ve been through when it comes to my mom and brother. And I don’t want him to know.
“Your mom is the reason those guys were chasing you?” Zane asks, but we both know he isn’t stupid. He can put two and two together.
“No, they wanted to ask me out on a date,” I sarcastically shoot back at him.
“Whoa, easy now, firecracker. Alright, so your mom owes General money and he’s trying to collect by going after you. Damn, we just get over one thing and there’s already someth
ing else happening up here.”
“Are we over the first? No one has any idea where Grizzly or the remaining Bears are. It’s only a matter of time before they show back up and wreck everyone’s world.”
“I appreciate the positivity,” Zane says, rolling his eyes. “Hey, aren’t you moving to Vegas soon?”
Jesus. Zane is acting dumb as a doornail right now. “As soon as I can, though I can’t help but feel like my family is going to put a wrench in my plans.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re part of the club now and we’re not going to let anything happen to you. As for your family shit, I can’t promise to help you fix that, but at least you know you’ll be safe here.”
“Thank you,” I mutter, truly appreciating every word he’s just said. My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out, Hawk’s name plastered across the front. I don’t know what comes over me, but I don’t answer. I’ll call him back in a few minutes. There’s something Zane and I have to discuss first.
“Zane, I don’t want Hawk to know about what we did last night . . . ever. Okay?”
“I thought you said the two of you weren’t an item.”
“We’re not, but I highly doubt him finding out we’ve been together sexually will be good for you.”
“Sweetie, no man owns that fabulous ass or juicy cunt of yours. As far as I’m concerned, I can stick my cock into you every day until he claims you. You’re not off-limits.”
“Zane,” I warn.
“Fine. I won’t say a word. That make you feel better?”
Honestly, I don’t know if it does. Zane gives off a vibe like he’s the type of man who will stir up shit when it best suits him. Still, I reply in a confident manner, “Yes, thank you.”
11
Sometimes even the Devil on my shoulder asks “What the fuck are you doing?”
~ @Mr. Villian Quotes
Hawk
It’s been two days since Raven called me scared out of her damn mind. I don’t know what’s going on, but she’s been avoiding my calls. As far as I know, she’s not working. It could be nothing, however, something seems off. It appeared she enjoyed talking to me on the phone and the radio silence is fucking with my head just a tad. That, and I’m worried about her.
I asked Ivy if she heard from Raven this morning and she said she hadn’t and she’d call her later. I could just sit around and wait until Ivy spoke to her, but I don’t want to do that. So, I’m doin’ something I never thought I would and I’m heading to talk to both Damon and Amara about taking a sabbatical of sorts from the clubhouse. Every fiber of my being wants to be near her and make sure she’s alright.
It’s a little past ten in the morning and I know Damon well enough to know it’s now safe to approach him. But in reality, he’s not the one I’m worried about. Amara is far more dangerous without her caffeine fix.
I open the clubhouse door and see Damon seated on the couch. Kat is sitting beside him with her feet up in his lap and he’s giving her a massage. Damn, I need to get used to this domesticated shit. You’d never see it up in Montana, but down here it’s becoming pretty typical.
“Hey, you got a few minutes to talk?” I ask him, signaling with my eyes I want to speak to him in private.
“Yeah, sure. Everything good?”
“Mhm, just need to get your and Amara’s permission on somethin’ if you don’t mind,” I say, looking over to my left and seeing Amara in my peripheral.
“Alright, let's hop to it. I have shit to do today,” Amara says, motioning with her hand for me to follow her.
Damon kisses Kat on the cheek before rising to follow Amara and I back into one of the rooms. Amara already has a door open and we go in behind her, shutting the door.
“You seem awfully serious. What’s up?” Damon asks, searching my face with his eyes for an answer.
“I think both of you know I have a thing for this chick back up in Billings. Ivy’s friend, the one who got shot,” I say, looking at the two of them to see if they know who I’m talking about.
“Yeah, Raven’s her name, right?” Damon asks, and I nod to confirm he’s correct.
“Yeah. I don’t know everything, but she’s having some trouble up in Montana and got scared pretty bad the other night. A group of men was at her car after she left a club and she was smart enough to call me when she saw them. I called Zane and they got to her just in time, but the entire event startled her a little bit. Now, I know I’m the only man who’s ever asked this of you . . . but I want to get back to Montana for a bit. I need to make sure she’s okay and see that whoever is stirring up this shit with her is stopped.”
“Absolutely not. We need you here,” Amara says, but Damon’s expression says something else entirely.
“We have enough men and can spare you,” Damon tells me but looks at his sister before redirecting his attention back to me. “You want this girl to be yours, don’t you?”
“I think it’s a little early to answer your question, but I can tell you I haven’t stopped thinking about her since the moment I met her. Something about Raven speaks to me. I don’t know if it’s her hair color, the tattoos, or the glimmer in her eyes when I see her. Hell, it could be her darkness . . . how I can see she’s been through some tough shit too. I just want to figure out what makes her tick and see where things go from there.”
Damon laughs, “You sound like me when I was goin’ after Kat. All I wanted to do was dig deep into her darkness. So, this girl’s like Kat?”
“Fuck, no. Kat is fucked up. Raven is just . . . mysterious.”
Damon raises a brow and looks to his sister, who looks like she wants to laugh but is holding back. “Normally, I’d throttle you for sayin’ that, but Kat would have to agree with you.”
“So, do I have your permission to go up to Montana?” I ask Damon.
“How long are you thinkin’?” Damon asks me.
“I’m hoping not too long, maybe a week or so, but it’s gonna depend on what the hell is goin’ on up there. I have a feeling I’m missing most of the story. More than that, I haven’t heard from her in a couple of days so it’s rubbin’ me the wrong way. While I’m up there maybe I can talk to Fist and see what’s goin’ on with him. From what I hear, he’s still stuck in that depression.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. No one wants to see the man down like this . . . but he lost a lot in such a short amount of time. Fuck, Hawk. Honestly, I don’t know if he’ll ever be the same,” Damon admits.
I can’t help but agree with him. I think a lot of us need to accept the man we all knew is dead, and now only a shell is present with us. “Yeah, I know what you’re sayin’.”
“Go ahead. When do you think you’ll be leavin’?” Damon asks.
I have to think about it for a second. “Well, I’m sure as hell not drivin’. My ass killed me the first time. Shit, my ass was screamin’ for weeks. If I can get a flight today, I’ll leave tonight.”
“Okay, well, safe travels,” Damon tells me and I see Amara glaring at him. I take it as a silent way of telling me to get out, so I leave out the door and shut it behind me. I wanna get in my trailer and get a small carry-on bag packed as soon as possible when my arm is tugged backward.
I turn and see Kat. “What’s going on?” she asks.
“I’m going to Montana for a bit.”
“Okay, I had a feeling that’s what was going on. Can you do me a favor?”
“Yeah, sure. What do you need?”
“Can you talk to Ashley about getting my uncle some help? I think he has some serious grief issues going on and it’s set him into a sickening cycle. I’ve been in the depression pit too, Hawk. If there’s one thing I don’t want for my Uncle Fist, it’s this.” I can see in Kat’s eyes that her uncle going through all this turmoil is slowly eating at her.
“You got it. I’ll do whatever I can to get your uncle back on track, Kat. What should I recommend to Ashley?” I’m not really vested in the whole depression thing so I don
’t know what to say to her.
“You know I’ve been disappearing once a week. Well, I’ve been going to therapy and it’s been really beneficial. I think he needs to see a therapist and talk about shit. If he doesn’t want to go on an antidepressant, he should at least be talking to someone who he feels like he can trust.”
I give Kat a look that shows her in every sense I think that won’t work. “It’ll be easier to chop his dick off before we can get Fist to see a shrink.”
“Ew. What the hell, Hawk? You just put a visual in my head I didn’t need.”
I laugh and pull Kat into my arms for a hug. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best. In the meantime, keep everyone in line down here.”
She’s starting to laugh herself. “Oh, you know I will. Without me, this entire club would be in shambles.”
Now that I can agree with. Kat is always doin’ stuff behind the scenes to make sure we all keep our shit together. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Okay, let us know when you get there safe.”
12
She is built for a savage
~ Unknown
Hawk
I was a fuckin’ idiot when I didn’t think about what I was wearing on my flight to Montana. Here I am in a tank top and shorts . . . meanwhile, it snowed twice already up here. My balls are gonna freeze and fall off if I’m not careful. I’m gonna have to suck up to one of the brothers and borrow some clothes so I don’t get sick.
I remember the first time I was in Montana. I kept sayin’ I was warm-blooded and didn’t get sick, but damn the cold shook me to my core and I ended up with pneumonia pretty darn quick. I moved here when I was nineteen after living my entire life in South Carolina, where it didn’t get any colder than around fifty degrees.
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