by Chiah Wilder
“I want you.”
“But you can’t have me anymore.”
“Ah, and that’s where you’re wrong, pet. Game on.”
The phone went dead and ice flowed in her veins. Frederick could be a very cruel man, and she knew that he didn’t like to be the one who didn’t call the shots. He’d never leave her alone, even if he had another woman, which she suspected he did. He couldn’t go without the control and a compliant submissive.
Maybe I should go back to him so he won’t exact vengeance on the people I love. I know he’ll kill Rock, but how could I ever be with any other man now that I’ve experienced him? I love him so much.
She decided she’d call her mother and let her know what was going on; plus, she wanted to see Stephan again before she left. When she’d gone to see him the day before, she’d switched the payments for his care to her and taken Frederick out of it before he did it first. She could anticipate what he was going to do because over the past few years she’d studied him meticulously. Her only hope was to anticipate staying one step ahead of him until he couldn’t do anything to her. Then she’d disappear.
Chapter Nineteen
Clotille looked around the Devil’s Legions’ clubhouse, noting that the main room was a lot smaller than the Inurgents’. The clubhouse was a house located on the fringes of the city. The yard was a patchwork of green and brown squares, and a big sign reading “Devil’s Legions MC Private Club, Bikers Only” hung on a chain link fence. Several German shepherds roamed the backyard, barking incessantly as the women and other bikers entered the club.
The main room was in the basement, and its concrete floor was left bare. The walls were painted black, a large, cloth banner of a skull and crossbones hung against the back wall, and the club’s logo—devil with fire—hung over the small bar that had a few wooden barstools around it. A pool table, big screen television, and two tattered couches completed the room. There were a lot of bikers, and under the low lights Clotille would’ve thought she was at an Insurgents’ party. The women were the same: heavy makeup, long hair, overly glossed lips, partially exposed butt cheeks, and big breasts bursting out of too-tight tops. Several of the women were fused against the men, but the majority strolled around the room waiting for the urge to strike one of the bikers. As with all MC parties, there was a disproportionate amount of men than women.
When Rock called her and told her he’d pick her up for a club party, she was happy she’d bought the short black skirt when they’d gone shopping in Baton Rouge. She paired it with a cute black lace crop top, a pair of short boots with a three-inch heel, and a ton of silver bangles on each arm. Large silver hoops and smoky eyes completed her look.
She’d stayed in her room waiting for Rock to text her, not daring to venture upstairs and endure the stares of Isa and Charlie. She normally dressed a bit more conservatively, but since she was going to a club party she’d pulled out all the stops. Sometimes not giving a damn was liberating.
Rock came into the room, startling her. “Oh. I thought you were going to text me.”
“I gotta use the bathroom, chérie.” When he came out, she was putting her lipstick in her purse. His low whistle made her spin around. “Fuck, you look tempting and damn gorgeous. Get over here.”
The smoldering flame she saw in his eyes sent an electric tremor through her. Smiling, she shook her head. “That’s for later.”
“Woman, I said get your ass over here.” She slowly walked toward him but he reached out, grabbed her hands, and jerked her roughly to him. “You’re taking too fuckin’ long.” His demanding lips caressed hers, sending her stomach into a wild swirl. His hand slid underneath her skirt, his fingers kneading her skin as they inched up toward her ass. When they touched her bared cheeks, he grunted. “You’re wearing a fuckin’ thong. You’re so damn sexy.”
She let him run his hand over her firm globes while she pressed against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans tighten. Placing her hands on his chest, she pulled back a bit. “We need to get going.”
“I need you bad, chérie.”
She laughed and twisted out of his arms. “You’re so impatient. Anticipating something is sometimes more enjoyable than getting it.”
“Never been good with patience, and anticipation is fuckin’ overrated. Get your ass back over here.”
She snatched her purse off the dresser and opened the door, stepping out. Glancing over her shoulder, she chuckled. “Not going to happen. Let’s go.” She was sprinting up the stairs when he came up behind her, his arms locking around her waist. She cried out playfully, “Let go of me.”
Rock nuzzled her neck and whispered, “I’m never letting you go, chérie.” His hands scorched her exposed midriff as he showered her neck with kisses.
“Are you two going out?” Isa’s voice rang out from the kitchen.
Pulling away from Rock, Clotille straightened her hair. “Yes. Some friends he knows are throwing a party.” She suppressed her laughter as Rock swatted her butt until they reached the top of the stairs.
“We may crash at the clubhouse. We’ll see you.” He held the door open for Clotille and soon they were riding toward the Devil’s Legions’ party.
Unlike the Insurgents’ parties, this one didn’t have any food except for pretzels, peanuts, popcorn, and chips—hardly the best choice for dinner, but it would have to do. Many men checked her out boldly, and she buried herself deeper and deeper into Rock’s chest. Even though she should have been used to it after years of male attention, she wasn’t. She hated men ogling her now as much as she had back when she’d been in middle and high school.
“What’s up, chérie?”
“Nothing much. Is there somewhere we can sit? My feet are aching.”
“Sure. You should’ve told me sooner.” Taking her hand, he pushed through the crowd and went to a couch that had several people on it. Squeezing in at the end, Rock sat down and tugged her on his lap. “Better?”
Next to them a man was getting a blow job from a naked blonde woman who was fingering herself as she worked the biker’s dick. “I’m not sure if it’s better, but it’s more comfortable.”
He laughed and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her face close to his. “You’re so fuckin’ adorable, mon petit chou.” He kissed her, then nibbled her earlobe.
“Mon beau trésor.” Burying her face in his neck, she pressed a kiss there. His low groan vibrated against her, and she felt his hardness under her thighs.
Bones and Puck came over, their arms around a stacked, inebriated brunette each. “Hey, dude, this fuckin’ party rocks. It’s great to have new pussy.” Bones laughed and kissed the woman with him deeply while he cupped one of her tits. “Puck’s enjoying the shit outta being a full patched member, aren’t you?” The newest member of the Insurgents bobbed his head in agreement while Rock and Bones laughed. “You and your woman wanna do some sharing?”
Clotille looked quickly at Rock, her stomach tightening. When he shook his head, she relaxed and sank deeper into him.
“Do you wanna watch?” Bones said.
Rock put his lips to her ear. “You wanna watch them fuck? It can be hot.”
She stiffened. “Do you want to?”
“It’s up to you, but there’s no way we’re fucking in front of them. I’m not letting anyone see your body but me. It’s definitely your call. I’m already hot for you without watching another couple get it on.”
She brushed her lips across his ear. “I feel the same about you. I’m not interested.”
Rock placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed. “Nah, we’re good, Bones. You and Puck go have some fun.”
As the night wore on, the bikers and the women became drunker, more drugged out, and hornier, and Clotille felt like she was at a porn festival. Everyone around her was going at it, and the only ones left in the room who were still sitting or standing upright were her and Rock, Hawk, Chas, and Axe. The four brothers were drinking shots and talking Harleys and “best of
” lists for biker songs, movies, rallies, and a slew of other categories. After a while, Hawk stood up from the couch and announced he was turning in. He stepped over different couples having sex and headed downstairs.
“You getting tired, chérie?” Rock stroked her cheek and she nodded. She slipped off his lap and he held her hand as they maneuvered down the stairs, Chas and Axe following them.
The Devil’s Legions had roomed all the brothers together who wanted to fuck, and the ones who didn’t were paired up separately. Since the club wasn’t that big, rooms for guests and those crashing overnight were limited. Rock and Clotille lucked out; there was one empty room left since a couple of bikers from their New Orleans chapter left that night.
Before Rock closed the door, he had Clotille in his arms, kissing and biting her. The slow flame of desire that had been burning through her ever since he’d come home to pick her up for the party exploded with the fiery kisses he was stippling along her charged body.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting you all night. I’m ready to burst.” His hoarse voice pebbled her skin and skimmed over her, from her stiffening nipples down to her damp sex. “You turn me way the fuck on all the time. I can’t get enough of you. Damn, woman. What kind of mojo shit did you do to me?” He kicked the door closed and slammed her against it, grabbing her arms and pinning them over her head.
Clotille was wild with passion and her legs weakened by his demanding touch. The slip of his hand under her top made her hold her breath as his fingers stroked their way to her bra. He reached inside it and pulled out one of her breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching the aching bud to hardness. He pulled on it and she yelped, which seemed to please him. Shoving her top over her large tits, he took the other out of her bra and pushed them together, licking, biting, and pinching them. She writhed under his wicked touches and leaned eagerly into him, craving more. Each time he bit one of her red tips was like a hot poker straight to her wet pussy. “Oh, Rock. You’re driving me crazy. I love the way you touch me.”
“I love your tits, chérie. I could play with ‘em all day.” One of his hands went under her skirt and his finger slipped under the fabric of her small thong. “You’re sopping. I love that you’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to taste your juices.” His smooth-as-whiskey voice melted over her and she moaned.
She fisted his T-shirt in her hands, shoving it up until he pulled away from her briefly and yanked it over his head. She dropped her arms and grasped his shoulders as she tilted her head down and traced his chest tattoo with her tongue. His lust-filled gaze caught hers as she licked his tats while her fingertip moved back and forth over his nipples, flicking them occasionally.
“Fuck, Clotille,” he growled. He pushed her hands away and dropped to his knees, bunching up her skirt and tucking it in her waistband. Licking his lips, he swiped his tongue on each side of her inner thighs before he pulled the skirt down around her ankles, helping her step out of it.
She bucked from the intensity of the contact and the heat of his tongue lapping at her juices. “So good,” she murmured, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging at it.
“You taste fuckin’ amazing, chérie.” The vibration of his lips against her pussy as he spoke made her tingle all over from both immense pleasure and sweet pain. The sounds he made as he moved his tongue all around her wetness drove her beyond insane.
She pulled so hard at his hair that he stopped and said, “Fuck, chérie. Not so damn hard.” He chuckled and resumed his steady licking, over and over until his tongue delved into her slick slit. At that moment, white heat burst inside of her, spreading sizzling embers to all her nerves. She screamed out her climax, her legs losing all muscle control.
He stood up and scooped her in his arms, bringing her over to the bed. As she whimpered he kissed her damp face, slowly peeling off the rest of her clothes so she lay naked and trembling on the sheets. He stripped off his clothes and lay beside her, tucking her into his side as he stroked her hair.
When the rush of euphoria calmed to a pleasurable hum, she looked up and met his eyes as they watched her. She smiled and strained up to kiss him tenderly. His hand slid down her back and rested on her ass cheek, his fingers digging in. Her kiss intensified and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He tangled his around hers and the harder they probed each other’s mouths, the hotter they got until his cock was poking into her and her stiff nipples jutted into him. She squeezed her body closer to his, rabid for the feel of his skin against hers.
“Come on top of me,” he said, lying down on the bed. Once she’d knelt and straddled him, facing away from him, he guided her down until she was lying on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Rock put his hand under her chin, tipped her head back, and kissed her deeply. His hands covered her tits, kneading them while she moaned into his mouth. “Play with yourself,” he whispered against her lips.
Clotille lowered her hand and buried her finger into her pussy, wet with arousal. She slowly stroked her clit while she gyrated against him. As she fingered herself, Rock pinched and squeezed her tits while he bit and licked her neck and shoulders. Tingling pleasure skipped over her body as the tension in her sex rose.
He gently moved her hand away and replaced it with his as he entered her from below. His thick cock filled her, and she loved the way her warm walls molded around his hardness. As he thrust up and down, his cock stimulated her G-spot, and the way he was rubbing her clit stoked a desire that was hotter than fire.
“You like that, chérie?” he asked as he kept thrusting in and out of her, his finger still stroking her clit, his hand squeezing her tit, and his mouth biting her neck between his pants. She was on fucking sensory overload, and just when she thought she wasn’t going to be able to take it anymore, he slid his hands under her back. “Sit up and ride my cock hard.”
She sat up, her back facing him, and began grinding on him as he pushed against her. Then she bounced harder up and down on his magnificent dick; it felt so good inside her. He was breathing heavily when he grabbed her ass and massaged it, his fingers sinking into her flesh. “I love your ass, chérie. You want me to play with it?”
Holy fuck! “I love that.”
“You do? Fuck yeah.” He spanked her ass lightly, then increased the pressure until her cheeks were red and she was moaning in pleasure as she alternated between grinding and bouncing up and down. “Lean forward and fuck me good.”
She leaned forward and rocked in and out while she lightly cupped and played with his balls. The wave was building in her and her insides tensed in anticipation of the flood of pleasure ready to combust. When he pushed his finger inside her puckered hole, she couldn’t hold it back any longer, exploding in thousands of sizzling pieces as the walls of her pussy clamped around him. “Roche!” Her voice was raw and unrecognizable to her.
Rock’s feral growl came next as he gripped her ass and ground against her, spilling his warm seed inside her. “Clotille. Fuck!” Behind her, he lay breathing heavily.
She bent down, her head between his legs as her body slowly returned to normal. He stroked her damp back and guided her off him as he eased out of her. Drawing her close to him, he placed her head against his heart, the thrumming of it comforting her. He kissed her head. “You’re incredible, chérie.” His words warmed her and she snuggled closer to him. He grabbed the sheet that lay tangled next to him and flung it over them, then whispered, “I’m happy you’re back in my life.”
“Me too, Rock. I waited so long for us to be like this. There’s so much I want to tell you. That I have to tell you.”
“Shh… we got time for that. For tonight, let’s enjoy what we just experienced. It was the best fuckin’ I’ve ever had.”
“And it was the most intense I’d ever come before.”
“We’re good together. I always knew that. Life just kept fuckin’ up what we had. This time we won’t let that happen.”
“I never want us to be apart,” she whispered. “There are things we have to
talk about. I’ve wanted to explain about Luc and—”
His deep breathing told her he was asleep; she’d have to talk to him another time. With his arm snug around her, it was like the years that had separated them disappeared into nothingness. Feeling safe and happy, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty
Armand reclined in his leather chair and observed the well-kept garden in front of the Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist in downtown Lafayette. Completed in 1916, the cathedral’s red and white brickwork was built in the Romanesque Revival style. It was a slice of history amid the modern buildings surrounding it. He glanced at his watch when the bells from the octagonal steeple tolled. He silently counted along with each strike as the person on the other end of the phone continued his tirade about “their agreement.”
He’d chosen his office just for the unobstructed view of the cathedral, and he’d usually swivel his chair to face it when he was on the phone. At that moment, he wasn’t interested in what Frederick was saying; he just wanted him off the phone. If Clotille didn’t want to stay with him anymore, it was her choice. He sighed; his sister had been a pain in the ass ever since he could remember. Over the years, he’d tried to guide her, but she was willful and spoiled thanks to their father, and there was nothing he could do about it. When she’d taken up with the family’s housekeeper’s son, he’d been appalled just as his mother had been, and he’d pushed Luc at her so she’d forget the white trash who had entered her life. But she hadn’t wanted Luc, and now she was throwing in the towel with Frederick—a man who could give her everything. In Armand’s opinion, Clotille had never been the same since she and Roche became friends. He shook his head, then focused his attention back to the phone.
“I don’t know what you want me to do about it. I agree that Clotille has broken her agreement, but I don’t even know where she is.”
