Dirty Side Down

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  God yes. But I remain quiet. I don’t want to get any more turned on than I already am. Getting excited only makes my cramping worse. I don’t know what the hell he meant by war paint on his dick, and I’m too afraid to find out.

  His lips press against my shoulder, traveling down until he flicks his tongue over one nipple and then the other.

  “Could suck on these like candy all night,” he whispers against my skin. He keeps licking, nipping and sucking, until I’m panting and squirming under him.

  “Baby girl wants my dick.”

  “No,” I moan, even as my hand slides down his stomach, brushing against the hard length of him.

  “Yeah, you do.” The bed rolls as he gets out. He comes out of the bathroom naked, hard cock leading the way, and a stack of towels in his hands. “I got towels and a shower, baby girl, so I’m gettin’ in that pussy. You got fifteen seconds to do whatever you gotta do and get back here ready to be fucked.”

  His words scare and excite me at the same time. I throw back the covers and race into the bathroom. When I return he’s standing by the side of the bed stroking his cock. I hesitate by the bathroom door and we stare at each other from across the room.

  “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby girl. Look like a fuckin’ angel with all that light behind you.” My heart kicks up at his words. “Come here.”

  Slowly, I make my way over. When I’m within arm’s reach, he yanks me to him. I gasp from the sudden rush of arousal pouring through me. He twists his hand into my hair, holding me for a deep kiss. A soft whimpering sound leaves me as he works me into a needy frenzy. Big hands gather my hair in a makeshift ponytail and he tugs.

  “Knees.”

  I realize there’s s folded towel on the floor and I drop to it.

  “Suck.”

  Thank god. Maybe this is all he wants and I happily wrap my mouth around his cock, moaning at how good he tastes. He hisses in a jagged breath when I take him all the way to the back of my throat, then uses my hair to pull me off him.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Get up on the bed.”

  “Dante, no. I’m all gross.”

  His hand tightens in my hair. “Nothin’ gross about you.”

  “I’m all crampy.”

  “An orgasm or two will help.”

  Thinking he’s kidding, I snort.

  “It’s Dante recommended.” His low voice makes my insides shiver. “Better than any Advil. Now, I want that pussy. Get. On. The. Bed.”

  Dear lord, when he uses that tone, there’s not a molecule in my body that wants to resist.

  He’s laid towels on the bed and I gingerly sit on the edge. He climbs on and pulls me down with him. One of his arms draws me close and his other hand kneads and plays with my breasts. “So, fucking perfect,” he whispers, dipping his head to suck and tease each nipple until I’m moaning and writhing.

  “That’s my girl. Missed you,” he murmurs against my lips, rolling me under him. His big, warm, rough body covers mine and a thrill runs through me. It’s dirty and wrong. But he’s got me wanting it so bad now, I don’t even care. His cock rubs up against my pussy, and he groans. “It’s gonna feel so good, baby. You’re all slick for me.”

  My cheeks heat up and I roll my eyes, making him chuckle. My laughter turns into a gasp as he pushes inside me in one, long, slow thrust.

  “Oh, oh, Dante. That’s…that—”

  “Feels good, baby girl?”

  “Yes,” I sob as he thrusts into me a little deeper.

  “You want more?”

  I shake my head. I can’t say it. It feels obscene and nasty, but so fucking good. “I feel so dirty,” I whisper.

  He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “Baby, I’m the filthiest fucker you’ll ever meet. You’re my dirty little girl. I love fuckin’ you any way I can get you. Don’t ever say no to me because you’re embarrassed. Got nothing to hide from me.” He growls the last part against my neck.

  I can’t answer, because he adjusts the angle of his hips and each time he slides into me, he brushes against my clit. “Oh, fuck. Dante, right there.”

  He rolls us so I’m on top. “Wanna watch you ride me, dirty girl. Get me filthy.” I’ve lost the ability to think or form any thoughts other than up, down, grind, harder, more. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Dante.”

  “Come for me. You feel so good, dirty girl. So fuckin’ warm and tight and slick. Come all over my cock for me.” Tingles of heat travel from my breasts, where he’s caressing and pinching the stiff tips. My orgasm pushes against me, pressure inside, trying to find a way out.

  “I can’t,” I pant out breathless and frustrated. Dante’s hand cups my chin, forcing me to look at him.

  “Yeah, you can. I’m right here. We got all night. Relax.” His hands cup my hips, urging me up and down. “Ride my dick.”

  “Fuck!” The tension breaks, swift and hard enough to bow my back until I feel the ends of my hair tickling Dante’s thighs.

  “That’s it, dirty girl. Don’t stop.” I keep moving. Couldn’t stop even if I wanted to and my orgasm continues. “Ah, ah, ah,” I gasp. And it hurts, but in the best way.

  I fall down over him and he chuckles against my hair, running his hands up and down my back, squeezing my ass, while pumping up into me. “Can you take me, baby girl?” he asks with a sexy growl. “Can you take more of my cock?”

  “Yes.” I can do anything if this feeling lasts.

  He hammers up, hard and fast, gripping and squeezing my ass. His jaw drops and he throws his head back, jerking into me with a deep groan. I feel closer to him than any one in my entire life.

  His eyes open and he smiles at me. I think I’m the only one he smiles for like that. “Kiss me, baby girl.” I shift and from the liquid squish of things, I can only imagine the mess we’ve made. As if he’s reading my mind, he puts his hand at the back of my head and takes his kiss. He rolls us again, pinning me underneath him. Staring down at me, he kisses my cheeks and forehead.

  “You good?” he asks.

  I nod. “So good.” I’m still tingly all over.

  He places one hand over my belly. “Still hurt?”

  “No,” I answer before realizing it’s true.

  “Let’s get cleaned up. Wait here.”

  I close my eyes, because I don’t even want to know. But I can hear him run through the room and start up the shower, then return for me. “Okay, dirty girl. Time to get clean.” He chuckles and scoops me up.

  The loving way he soaps me up in the shower is a complete contrast to the dirty way he just fucked me in the bedroom.

  When we’re clean and back in bed, he pulls me tight to his chest. “Need you to meet me at Romeo’s tomorrow. I got a car for you to look at.”

  “Okay. Thank you.”

  This man makes my head spin.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Romeo asked me to come help him work on a few cars this afternoon. Since I’m not in the habit of saying no to my president, and I plan to meet Karina here, that’s where I spend my day. The car he got for her is perfect. Newer than the last one. I also put a tracker in that shit. Ain’t risking losing my girl again.

  Three o’clock my dick’s hard, like it knows she’s about to show up.

  What do you know? Two minutes later, Athena’s car pulls into the parking lot. Romeo, moron that he is, swaggers out to meet her. Karina gives me an uninhibited kiss right there in front of everyone and I’m a happy fuck.

  Two seconds later, I’m a homicidal fucker.

  “Tucker, what’s up?” Romeo shouts to Karina’s father.

  Karina’s big blue eyes blink up at me. “Tucker?” Her gaze strays to her father and the two of them stare at each other. Then his eyes shoot to the possessive way I’m holding onto his daughter.

  Go on motherfucker. Test me.

  The way he’s neglected his daughter. The pain he’s caused her. I’m ready to put a bullet in his head right now. Him staring at us like that is handing me the perfect excuse.

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nbsp; “Karina?” He nods at me. “Dante?”

  “You know each other?” she asks me.

  “Yeah, I’ve known Tucker a while now. How you been?” I ask real casual to see how he wants this to go down.

  Tucker’s gaze shoots to Romeo then back to Karina.

  “What’re you two doing together?”

  “Um, Dante and I are together. It’s his house I moved into. I tried calling you.”

  Tucker’s guilty gaze swings back to Romeo who finally has something to say. “Yeah, motherfucker. Looks like you owe me a daughter.”

  “Looks like you owe me a daughter.”

  What the hell? My head’s spinning. My dad knows Dante and Romeo. So Logan wasn’t lying after all.

  “Since this one’s with my Sergeant-at-arms, looks like it’s gonna be the other one.”

  What the fuck?

  “I don’t have any sisters,” I say.

  Dante’s arm tightens around my shoulders. Romeo glances at me, then back at my father. His mouth curls into a fierce smile. He shakes his head. “Tucker, you been keepin’ big family secrets?”

  “Dad? What’s he talking about? I don’t have a sister.” And I still haven’t forgotten that whole “owe him a daughter” comment.

  “Karina, I was going to explain—”

  “Explain what? What’s he talking about?”

  “I—”

  “He’s got a whole ’nother family up north,” Romeo finishes for my dad.

  “Is that true?”

  My father finally looks me in the eye. “Yes.”

  Originally published February 02, 2016

  Entwined (Iron Bulls MC #3)

  COPYRIGHT 2016 PHOENYX SLAUGHTER

  All Rights Reserved

  Originally published February 02, 2016

  Written by Phoenyx Slaughter

  Edited by: PREMA

  CHAPTER ONE

  Being in the same clubhouse where I’ve had some raunchy and sometimes public sex usually turns me on. Not today.

  After the president of the Iron Bulls MC so casually informed me that my father has another family, we all went back to the clubhouse to “chat.” So now I’m seated at a table—not the official table where the club has church—with my boyfriend, Dante, Romeo, and my father. Uncomfortable doesn’t adequately describe this scenario.

  Dante’s been making murderous faces at my father since before the bombshell announcement. He hates my father for many different reasons.

  My father nods at Dante. “Karina, how did you two meet?”

  Before I open my mouth to answer, Dante places his hand on my knee and leans forward. “Better question is what the fuck kind of father leaves his daughter alone to fend for herself for so long, you piece of shit.”

  My father’s shrug of indifference hurts so much, I have to avert my eyes. “She’s smart and capable. I’ve never had to worry about her.” It may sound like a compliment. But to me it just sounds like a convenient excuse.

  Dante shakes his head. He sits back, but keeps his hand on my leg.

  Romeo’s gotten tired of being ignored. “The real question, Tucker, is how you plannin’ to work off your debt? Because from what I hear, Kadence is tight with the Savage Dragon’s VP.”

  A pained look crosses my father’s face and he glances at me with tired eyes. “She doesn’t need to be here for this.”

  Romeo sits forward, placing his elbows on the table. “Oh, I think she does.” He focuses his gaze on Dante. “I’m sorry, brother. Until you told me you thought she was his kid, I had no idea.”

  Dante remains silent, but the tension radiating from him has a life of its own.

  Romeo’s scary eyes move to me next. “Your father’s got a pretty serious gambling problem, sweetheart. About three years ago I bailed him out of trouble. Since he was never going to make enough to pay me back in cash, he offered a trade.”

  “You fuckin’ shittin me?” Dante explodes, throwing his fist onto the table with enough force it rattles the thick oak. He seems to have grasped what Romeo’s explaining right away, while I’m still in the dark. Whether Dante’s pissed at my father or Romeo, I can’t be sure.

  “Relax, brother. I ain’t gonna touch your girl. Ol’ Tucker here’s just gonna have to come up with some cash now.”

  My mind’s spinning from everything Romeo just laid out. I can’t deal with the fact that my father apparently tried to sell me off for a gambling debt. My own father treating me as if I’m some disposable whore? That’s too disgusting to contemplate. No. Instead, my mind latches onto one thing and one thing only.

  “Who the hell is Kadence?”

  Killing Karina’s father right in front of her is probably a bad idea. But it’s a battle not to wrap my hands around his fuckin’ throat and throttle the life out of him.

  “I want to be clear on what you’re tellin’ me, prez. My girl’s father offered, what exactly, if you took care of his debt?”

  Romeo sits back, a sadistic smile curling his mouth. He flicks his gaze at Tucker. “He offered me one of his virgin daughters.”

  Next to me Karina lets out a harsh sob and my vision swims red.

  Tucker’s real quick to defend his worthless ass. “It’s not like they’re making it sound, Karina. I figured I’d introduce you, and you’d get along.” He glances at me and shrugs.

  What a piece of shit.

  “Who’s Kadence?” Karina asks again. Her voice comes out clear and strong even though her body’s trembling.

  “She’s your half-sister,” Tucker finally answers.

  “I don’t understand. How? Mom—”

  Romeo—like the jackass he is—watches the family drama with a smirk that I want to punch right off his face. Him taking joy in my girl’s misery is pissing me the fuck off.

  “I had an affair with your mother. Met her when she was waitressing at one of the truck stops. She had you and I moved her down here, so I could still see the two of you.”

  “Hence the gambling. What with two families to support and all,” Romeo chimes in.

  Ignoring Romeo, Karina sits forward. “But Mom died years ago. Why didn’t—”

  “I couldn’t tell my wife about you. She would have used—it doesn’t matter now. We divorced shortly after your mom passed away.”

  “Then why were you still gone all the time?”

  Fucker’s got no answer for his daughter.

  Like I said, he’s a worthless piece of shit.

  “Did you tell Logan to stay away from me?”

  Tucker opens his mouth—and by the seedy smile on his face he’s planning to lie through his teeth. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to her,” I growl at him and he snaps his mouth shut.

  “Yes,” he finally answers.

  “Why?” Karina lets out a miserable sniffle. “He actually took care of me when you were gone all the time.”

  Tucker flaps his hands in the air. Christ, his daughter has more spine than he does. “I was fixing to set you up with Romeo and I couldn’t have Logan fuck that up.”

  Romeo snickers like an asshole.

  Karina sniffles. When Romeo sees the tears rolling down her cheeks he stops laughing.

  “He broke my heart because of you?” she asks. The innocence in her voice fuckin’ shreds me.

  “I’m sorry, Karina. I didn’t have a choice.”

  “The hell you didn’t!” she snaps at him and I’m proud of my girl. “You’re the one who sent that guy to talk to me, aren’t you?” She swipes the tears from her cheeks and stares her father down, waiting for an answer.

  Tucker’s guilty gaze swings away and I lose my fuckin’ shit. “You set your own daughter up to be molested? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

  Both Romeo and Tucker explode out of their chairs. Next to me, Karina whimpers and grips my hand tighter.

  Tucker stutters and shakes his head. “What are you talkin’ about? I never—”

  “You hire men to deliver a message like that to a beautiful teenage girl all alone. Wha
t the fuck you think was gonna happen to her?” I ask, dropping each word low enough for Tucker to sense he’s skating close to getting a bullet in his empty head.

  He spreads his hands out in a helpless gesture. This fucker isn’t nearly as concerned as he should be about what he’s put his daughter through. “Karina, I just couldn’t have you keep sniffing after Logan. He was only supposed to scare you. Not hurt you. I’m so sorry.” The apology seems to come as an afterthought and the urge to kick him to death makes my feet twitch.

  Ignoring her father, Karina turns to me. “Dante, please, can we go now? I’ve heard enough.”

  I raise an eyebrow at Romeo who nods.

  I stand and she follows. Her father doesn’t say a thing.

  If Romeo doesn’t put this waste of air in the ground, I swear to fuck I will.

  CHAPTER TWO

  As soon as we’re out in the main room, away from the insanity of my father’s betrayal, Dante pulls me into his arms. There’s a good chance Romeo might kill my father and I can’t call up an ounce of concern. That probably makes me an awful daughter, but I honestly don’t care. All I feel when I think about my parents is a lot of nothing.

  “You okay, baby girl?”

  “No. I’m not okay at all.”

  His mouth tightens into an angry line. The need to get away from the clubhouse claws at me. “Can you take me for a ride?”

  “Yeah. Anywhere in particular you wanna go?”

  “No. As long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter.”

  Once I’m tucked onto the back of Dante’s bike my head clears and everything I learned today sinks in.

  I have a sister.

  I was the product of an affair.

  This explains my father’s long absences.

  No wonder my mother drank.

  He takes us to the first restaurant we ever ate at together and I smile at the memory. On our way inside, he takes my hand calming me and making me feel safe at the same time. We sit in the back and there’s no one else around us. The place is quiet at this hour.