Dirty Side Down

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  That’s interesting. And probably helps me cross a lot of people off my list.

  “It reminded me of one of those mob boss accents, like on TV. I was so scared he was like some crazy mafia guy, come to cut my fingers off.”

  Neither of us laughs. In my head, I’m guessing she means a New York or Jersey accent. Know a few MCs in that area. Know one or two nomads from that area who do jobs like Karina’s describing.

  “That’s good, baby. Thank you.”

  She nods but looks so damn lost.

  Holding my arms out, I urge her closer and she crawls over the tangled sheets to throw herself against me, letting out a harsh sob. “I was so scared, because I was all alone. I made my dad get all new locks, but I used to be terrified when he was gone for long stretches.”

  Jesus Christ. Again I’m asking myself how the fuck anyone could abandon this girl? “Baby, what’s your dad’s name?”

  She peers up at me, forehead wrinkling in confusion. “Ken, why?”

  Fuck me. “Ken Rivers?”

  “Yeah. Why are you asking?”

  “No reason. Just thinking I ought to have a chat with him one day about the right way to take care of a daughter.”

  Her lips quirk up. “You don’t have to do that. I’m safe now.”

  Hearing her say that is like a fucking knife twisting in my chest. I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Yeah, you are.”

  Before I can get anything else out someone knocks on the door. “Shit, give me a second.”

  She nods and rolls herself up tight in the sheet. I slip on a pair of sweatpants and find Sadie on the other side of the door.

  “You said she needed some stuff?” She holds out two plastic shopping bags. “Nothing fancy.”

  “Thanks, Sadie. What do I owe ya?”

  “Nothing. Luck took care of it.”

  I raise an eyebrow and she shrugs. Looking past me, she waves at Karina, and I take a step back. “Party goin’ on, sweetheart, not as rowdy as usual, if you want to join us?”

  “Thanks,” Karina says and when I turn, I see she’s blushing a couple different shades of red.

  I appreciate Sadie making the effort to make my girl feel welcomed. “Thanks, Sadie.”

  After she leaves, I paw through the stuff. Fuckin’ Sadie knows me well. I snort at the mini-skirts and the lack of underwear in the bags.

  “You up to hangin’ out there?”

  “Sure. Whatever you want.”

  Yeah, I know she’ll do whatever I want, but that’s not what I asked. She reaches for the bag and pulls out one of the skirts. Her cute little nose wrinkles and she pulls out a pair of leggings. “Nah, just the skirt, baby girl.”

  Her wide eyes meet mine and one corner of her mouth curves up in a sly smile I’m not used to seein’ on my girl.

  When Dante tells me what he likes to see on me, the intense way he focuses his dark eyes on me, my insides turn to liquid heat. Slipping into the short, black full skirt without anything underneath feels wrong, but in a good way. The material is soft and when it swirls around my legs a wave of sexy confidence washes over me. Sadie included a thin red tank top. When I reach for my bra, Dante stops me.

  “Wanna see those nipples poking through, babe.”

  For a second it’s like trying to breathe underwater. “Dante, I can’t—”

  “Yeah, you can.”

  I can do anything if he says it in that voice. My knees weaken and he steps closer, until my nipples brush against his chest.

  His hand grazes my thigh, pushing my skirt up, slipping between my legs. One thick, rough finger finds my pussy, rubbing slow and steady. “I think you like it.”

  I do.

  Abruptly he stops. “Get dressed, or I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

  “Maybe I want you to.”

  His mouth tips up in a wicked grin. “I think you wanna go over my knee later.”

  He’s right.

  I slide the shirt on and try not to feel completely naked with my breasts bouncing under the flimsy fabric.

  There’s a pair of black ballet flats in the bag and I raise an eyebrow. “No hooker heels?”

  “Nah, I’d rather have you barefoot, but not to run around here.”

  I’ll have to keep that in mind.

  The simmering look he gives me when I’m ready to go almost makes me want to stay in. But I’m curious and full of nervous energy. My stomach rumbles. Apparently, I’m also hungry.

  When we’re in the hallway, he pulls me close. “You look perfect in my club’s colors,” Dante whispers in my ear.

  “Red and black?”

  His mouth curves into a soft smile I’ve only ever seen him use with me. “Yeah.”

  The main room is crowded. People yell to Dante, and I tuck myself against him as tight as I can.

  He steers me to the bar and glares at one of the men seated there until he moves; then he fits his hands onto my waist and lifts me onto the stool.

  “How you feeling, Karina?” The low gentle voice on my right belongs to Luck and my mouth pulls into a smile.

  “Better.”

  He turns to Dante, who’s taken up the space behind me, but left his hands on my shoulders. “Romeo’s looking for you.”

  “Figured. Can you have one of the girls bring her something to eat and watch her while I go talk to him?”

  “Yeah, no problem.”

  Dante squeezes my arm before leaving. Then I’m alone with Luck. Not that he scares me. The opposite really. In this whole scary place, he’s the only one who doesn’t frighten me.

  “What do you want to eat?”

  “I don’t know. What are my options?”

  “Anything.”

  I cock my head at him and he laughs. “Grilled cheese?”

  “You got it.” He turns and flags one of the nearly naked girls running around. She glances at me and smiles which is a nice change from the stink-eye I usually get.

  “She’s not going to spit in it is she?” I ask him after she leaves.

  “Not if she knows what’s good for her.” He doesn’t crack a smile when he says it. “Dante says you’re finishing your senior year?”

  For some reason, my cheeks heat up. “Yeah.”

  “Know what you want to do after?”

  “Something in the medical field.” I’ve been rethinking this a lot lately. In fact, before all the craziness with Logan happened, I wanted to talk to Dante about a chemistry class one of my teachers suggested I take over the summer.

  “Nice. You must be smart.” At first, I think he’s teasing me, but he doesn’t smile.

  “Thanks.”

  The girl Luck asked to grab my dinner slides in between us and sets a plate down on the bar.

  “Thank you.”

  “Need ketchup?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Her mouth curves up. “Yeah, I can’t eat ’em without lots of ketchup either. I’m Amy if you need anything around here, just let me know.”

  “Thanks, Amy.”

  I really am starving, so I practically ignore Luck while I devour my sandwich. “Amy’s nice,” I mumble at him between mouthfuls.

  “Yeah. She’s a good girl. Sadie, too. They both help out a lot around here.”

  I nod but I wonder if he’s hinting that I should help around the clubhouse?

  “Tell me you heard somethin’?” I ask as soon as I step into Romeo’s office.

  “Sort of.” He jerks his chin at the chair across from his desk. “Have a seat.”

  A heavy sigh that doesn’t conceal my irritation leaves me as I drop into the chair.

  “Can you cut the dramatics, prez?”

  One corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk. “Fuck you. Not all of us got to spend the afternoon in tight, young pussy.”

  “You’re awfully obsessed with where I park my dick lately.”

  He smirks even wider, then drops his gaze to his desk. “Heard from a contact. Your girl’s car was found near Willow Beach.”

/>   “You think he’s headed to Vegas?”

  “I don’t know. Pretty fuckin’ stupid if he is.”

  He’s right. Romeo’s connections in Sin City run pretty deep. “You think he headed somewhere else?”

  “He’s not dumb. Usually,” he amends.

  “I’ve got another problem. I’m pretty sure Tucker is Karina’s father.”

  The shock on his face is more than I expected.

  “That is a problem. I got personal business with Tucker.”

  Not a surprise that prez has some side action.

  He shakes off whatever’s bothering him. “Ain’t a problem. She’s under our protection now. He can fuck right off, if he don’t like it.”

  I’m real fuckin’ glad he sees it that way. Makes my life easier. “What’re we doing with Hemi?”

  “Still got guys lookin’ for him. Fuckin’ sucks, we got no idea what he’s drivin’ now. Bolt’s crew is gonna tow her car here so we can go through it.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Hey, I want to take one of the rooms upstairs.”

  “’Bout fuckin’ time.”

  I smirk because it’s always bugged Romeo that I don’t give a shit about where I lay my head. His way of thinkin’ is that officers of the club belong in the cushier rooms upstairs. I’ve never given a fuck. I ain’t a part of this club for status.

  “I’ll put you next to me, so I can hear your hot lil’ girl screamin’ her head off when you’re railin’ her.”

  “No fuckin’ thanks. I don’t wanna be anywhere near your sex dungeon. Just want a private bath and bigger space so she’s more comfortable when we’re here.”

  Dick that he is, he places both hands over his heart. “What a gentleman.”

  “Fuck you.” I tap his desk with my fist. “Need anything else from me?”

  “No. Go take care of your girl. Old man like you probably has a hard time keepin’ up with her. Let me know if you need script for some little blue pills.” he says as he stands and rounds the desk.

  “Nah, I’ll leave those to you.”

  He walks me out into the main room and we stop to survey the clubhouse. Place is damn close to being one big drunken orgy. Half-naked and fully naked bitches everywhere. Only one bitch I wanna see. Mine.

  She’s still at the bar with Luck.

  “You ain’t worried about them hanging out together?” Romeo asks.

  I actually stop and think about it. No.

  One of our prospects approaches her with his player face on. Now, him? I’m ready to rip his arms off and beat him to death with them. Luck scares him away and Karina shines one of her innocent smiles at him. Now I can’t stop thinking of the kinky shit I know he’s into. Picturing him tyin’ her up in all sorts of obscene positions, has my dick so hard I gotta stop and adjust myself. “Later, Romeo. Keep me up-to-date.”

  I don’t wait to hear his answer.

  Karina flinches when I wrap my arms around her waist, but then settles against me. “Hey, baby girl,” I whisper against her ear.

  She goes soft in my arms, tipping her head back to smile. “Hi. Missed you.”

  Fuck, she’s sweet. Smells sweet too, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m rubbing my face against her neck and tugging at her earlobe with my teeth. Love the way her body trembles and her nipples perk right up under my touch.

  I turn to Luck. “Was she a good girl?”

  He chuckles. “Yeah.” He’s not laughing at my question, he’s laughing at the way Karina has her eyes closed and lips parted because I can’t keep my hands off her nipples or out from under her skirt.

  Sucking at the skin below her ear makes her moan and I whisper, “Spread your legs.”

  Anxious eyes pop open and stare at me. “Dante?”

  “No one can see.” I turn and smirk. “Well, except Luck.”

  She leans farther back against me, spreading her thighs. “My baby girl’s so fuckin’ wet.”

  She whimpers and opens wider. “That’s it. Close your eyes.” I trace my way from clit to cunt and back. “Want you to come for me,” I whisper against her skin. I draw lazy circles around her clit until she’s panting hard. My other hand’s cupping her breast, thumb rubbing over the thin fabric covering her nipple. This is torture on my dick. I’m so hard it hurts, but the exercise in self-control will do me some good.

  My finger teases her pussy, then slides inside finding and rubbing the spot that will push her over the edge. Little sighs and moans pour out of her. Instead of my fingers, I wish my face was between her legs and my tongue buried in her cunt.

  She cries out, her hands come up tightening around my forearms, then she’s clenching around my finger, coming so hard she jerks and trembles in my arms. I press my lips to the side of her head. “Good girl.”

  Her eyes pop open and she gives me a soft smile.

  Luck hands her a bottle of water, making her blush and look away.

  “Hey, Dante, can I borrow your girl?”

  I straighten up to find Sadie behind us. “Come dance with us, Karina,” she says, then looks at me. “I promise I won’t let anyone touch her.” She holds out her hand while raising an eyebrow at me. I nod. Karina slides out of my grasp, wobbles on her feet a little, then adjusts her skirt and lets Sadie lead her to the dance floor.

  “You ever try orgasm denial with her?” Luck asks as I sit down and signal Amy to bring me a beer.

  “Fuck no. Why the hell would I do that?”

  He shrugs. “It can be fun.” His mouth curves into an evil grin. “For you. Not her.”

  “God, you’re a sick fucker.” I laugh and shake my head. We turn to watch the girls on the dance floor. Sadie’s got her hands on Karina’s hips and my girl’s lookin’ freaked out and hot as fuck.

  Something feels off about the way Sadie’s trying to be so friendly. Maybe she wants to embarrass me in front of the clubhouse? But then, all we do is dance. When one of the guys comes up and tries to touch me, she brushes him off.

  “She’s Dante’s girl, don’t touch,” is all she has to say for him to back off. She crooks a finger at him. “I’m everyone’s girl. Touch as much as you want.”

  As I’m flicking my hair off my sweaty forehead, two arms wrap around my middle. Dante.

  “Need you, baby girl,” he says against my ear. His low voice sends pleasant tingles all over my body.

  Sadie’s getting plenty of touching from her admirer, so I turn to face Dante. “You got me.”

  He tugs me through the crowd and down the hall. But we keep moving past his door. “Dante?”

  “Wanna show you somethin’.”

  I like the feel of his big, warm hand holding mine, leading me where he wants to go, which is through a large steel door and up two flights of steps. We’re in another hall with doors on either side. “Gonna take one of the rooms up here, so you’re more comfortable,” he says as he keeps walking.

  He pushes through another door, and we’re outside. On the roof.

  The door slams shut behind us, and I jump. “Are we locked up here?”

  “No.”

  The view up here takes my breath away, distracting me for a moment. Dante pulls me into his arms. “It’s so pretty up here,” I whisper as I look up at him.

  “Not as pretty as you.”

  My mouth opens in surprise. Before I can say anything, he leans down and kisses me. His lips are firm, demanding access that I immediately give him. Even so, he grips the back of my head, holding me tight. His other hand slides down to cup my ass, pulling me into his body. I can’t get close enough, and throw my arms around his neck.

  When he finally breaks our kiss, his lips curl into an obscene smile. “Need my cock in you, babe.”

  All the air in my lungs rushes out. I can’t respond. I’m too wound up. He doesn’t need me to respond. Rough hands lead me to the low brick wall surrounding the roof. Abruptly, I’m facing the night sky…and whatever is three stories below us. The parking lot.

  “Dante—”

  His han
ds slide over my hips and fit into my waist. “Bend over and put your hands on the ledge,” he whispers, then runs his tongue down my neck, while his hands lift my skirt. I moan when his coarse hands brush against my skin.

  “Don’t make me tell you again, Karina.”

  I’m shuddering from a mixture of fear and desire as I put my palms against the wall. Warm night air kisses my exposed skin, and desire drowns out my fear. His hands position my hips the way he wants them, and then run over my ass.

  There’s a blunt nudge against my pussy and I arch my back just a bit more so he can get the right angle. I whimper as he invades me. Something about this angle and the size of him is too much. My cries don’t slow him down though. He presses in all the way. Big, rough hands keeping me in place. My mouth opens on a silent scream as he tilts me so I can take him deep.

  “That’s my girl,” he grunts as he fills me over and over. The force of his thrusts makes my hands scrape along the cool, gritty brick. Fear that my arms will give out freezes my insides. I don’t want to end up kissing the brick wall or falling off the roof.

  “Rub your clit, baby.”

  “I…I can’t. I’m scared.”

  My words stop him. His arms band around me, practically lifting me off the ground. “Dante!” I yelp as he resumes his furious thrusting.

  “You think I’d let you fall, baby girl?” he whispers against my ear. “Think I’d let anything happen to my beautiful girl?”

  Those words unravel me. All my burning need comes rushing up from the depths of my heart. To be held and wanted. And fucked. Hard. “No, daddy.”

  “That’s right. Time for you to come.”

  I can’t hold back. A shattering pulse of pleasure steals my breath and voice. He keeps fucking me straight through it.

  Death by fucking. Not a bad way to go. Karina’s gonna kill me for sure, with her tempting pussy I can’t seem to keep my dick out of. Her gasps and moans as she comes around my cock are fuckin’ beautiful. Repeatedly her pussy clamps down, squeezing the fuck out of me. I give her a second, then pull out and turn her to face me. She’s so dazed, she sort of sways on her feet.

  “What—”

  I let go of her long enough to get my T-shirt up and over my head, then drop it on the ground.