Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3

by Jones, Amo

  “Let’s try that again pumpkin, and it would be in your best interests to be honest with me. Did he…” he licks around my earlobe, “or did he not…” running his hand down, cupping my ass and pulling me into him, “make a move on you?” he whispers into my ear, rubbing me roughly up against his dick.

  I moan out and tilt my head back. “Yes, yes he did,” I whisper out, lost in my own little world. He hisses, picking me up and throwing me onto my bed. He removes his cut, T-shirt, and unbuttons his jeans, leaving them open and loose before crawling up the bed to me. I swallow and slide down the bed. He places both his fists on either side of my head, moving on top of me and widening my legs with his. He grinds his hips into me in a circular motion, bringing his mouth down to mine and licking me from my collarbone to my lips.

  He just licked me.

  It felt predatory, possessive and proprietorial. It felt like a statement, and I would not want to be the person standing between Ade Nixon and what he wants. He unthreads his belt from his jeans and wraps it around my wrists. I look up to him studying his perfect features.

  “What are you doing?” I ask nervously.

  He laughs. “Teaching you a lesson. Always be honest with me Kalie. I will always be honest with you, even if I know it would hurt you.”

  He pulls my hands over my head and ties the belt to my headboard.

  “Oh shit,” I whisper out in a hushed tone.

  “Oh shit, is right.”

  He lifts my top up, rolling it over my eyes, using it as a blindfold before taking charge of my mouth, and caressing my tongue slowly with his. This kiss alone has my pussy wet with need. Without breaking our kiss, he runs his hands down my stomach and over my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down past my ankles. I can’t see anything and I can’t feel anything with my hands, but the need to touch him becomes stronger with every brush of his hands on my body. He pulls down my panties before unclipping my bra, squeezing my nipple briefly and bringing his mouth down over it. I arch my back off the bed, panting shamelessly.

  “Ade?”

  “Shhh baby, no talking, or I’ll gag you.”

  I snap my mouth shut quickly. There’s no way I’m doing the gag thing. Nope. Not a chance.

  He slowly licks a trail down my stomach and over my inner thighs, licking that sweet spot where your thigh and pussy meet. I feel a hard suction in the same spot then I hear him chuckle. Feeling his body move off me, I begin turning my head from side to side, wondering where he went. Before I can speak, his warm mouth closes over my pussy, licking it from bottom to top before beginning a torturous pace. A pattern of lick and suck. I moan out in pleasure before a finger slides inside me, pushing up on my g-spot. I begin to grind on his face and I feel my body reach the peak of that glorious mountain we all love to climb, all for me to go rolling and tumbling down when his mouth unlatches from its duty.

  “Fuck!” I yell.

  Ade chuckles, running his hands softly over my body again.

  “Hmmm…” He grips onto my hips, flips me on all fours, pulls his jeans all the way down, smacks my ass and pushes into me. I scream out at the sudden movement, throwing my head back. He grips onto my hair with one hand, and wraps his other around my waist, pushing down on the arch of my back. I moan out again while he pounds into me, every thrust hitting my spot. I don’t know if all men can hit it that perfectly, and constantly, but Ade can and it is freaking euphoric.

  Sweat is dripping from my forehead as both of our bodies are slapping into each other at rough and raw speeds. It’s not long before I feel myself tighten up around his dick, so tight that I don’t want to let go. One more thrust after that, I can’t contain it anymore and let myself go. I feel his cock pulse inside me with his release almost instantly behind mine. The feeling of pure pleasure overwhelms me and takes over my entire body, causing my legs to shake so much they collapse out from under me.

  I feel a slap on my ass before being picked up and flipped onto my back like a ragdoll. He pulls my top down and unbuckles the belt before pulling up his jeans. I look up to him and smile, rubbing my wrists.

  “I’ll have wet dreams about that no doubt,” I mumble to myself.

  “What?” he asks, smiling at me.

  I shake my head. “I used to dream about that one night years ago. Every time I did, I would wake up with wet panties,” I say honestly. His face sets in stone before a wide grin pulls across his face.

  “That is the hottest shit ever. But I’m pissed off that I didn’t take care of you all those times. That stops now,” he states pulling his top and cut back on.

  Getting off the bed I walk into my closet, pulling out some more clothes to take with me. I haven’t really thought about what we’ll do after this wedding, I live four hours away from Westbeach. That’s a bit far for a possessive, controlling man like Ade Nixon. We can cover all that after the wedding I guess, right now, I just want to enjoy what we have. Pulling on my jeans after getting into a clean set of bra and undies, I can tell being around Ade is going to be costly with all the panties I’ll need to change into throughout the day.

  Maybe I should bill him for that?

  “You ready?” he asks.

  I nod my head. “Yeah, let’s go.”

  He pulls on my hand, tucking me under his shoulder as we begin walking down to his car. The past twenty-four hours have been fantastic. I’ve loved being away from everything with just him and me, even if it was under shit circumstances. Pulling out my phone and text messaging Vicky, I let her know we’re on our way back. No doubt, she’ll be panicking. I intentionally haven’t picked up her calls over the past day. I shove my phone back into my pocket.

  She’s going to be mad as fuck.

  We set off on the highway, heading back toward reality.

  The next morning, I wake up and stretch my arms out. It’s wedding day! I clap my hands and jump off the bed, trying not to wake Ade, who’s sleeping peacefully next to me. I pull on his SS T-shirt, which hangs to my knees and stare at him for a few seconds. Admiring him like a stalker, before going into the kitchen and preparing the batter for pancakes. I plug my iPod into the hotel dock and turn on 2Pac ‘Thugs Get Lonely Too,’ I need a bit of gangster in my life this morning.

  Beginning to dance around the kitchen, I’m in my zone. I love dancing, it heals everything, not that I need healing right now—I need Ade Nixon rehab. Looking up after pouring some batter into the pan I see Ade leaning against the doorframe, smirking with his arms crossed in front of his bare chest. His hair is all messy, standing around his face and his piercing blue eyes are peering into me as if they can see into the depths of my soul. My tummy flips upside down and I try my best to hide my sudden excitement at seeing him standing there watching me dance. I turn the music down a bit.

  “Hey! Pancakes?” I ask him, holding up a pancake on a spatula.

  He laughs, walking over to the bar stool and pulling it out.

  “I’ll eat anything you want me to eat just to watch you shake your ass like that again.”

  “Hmmm, maybe you don’t need to eat anything to see me shake my ass. Maybe I’ll just do it for free, alone, locked in a room, for months,” I say smiling at him innocently.

  He raises his eyebrows in surprise before leaning over the kitchen bench and pulling my face in, kissing me long and hard. “Maybe I’ll just eat your sweet pussy all day and you can dance your little ass all over my face.” I gulp down in shock and he laughs.

  “You’re fucking perfect, I don’t deserve you,” he states, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

  I lean my head into his grasp and look up to him. “You deserve more than you realize Ade, and I will happily prove that to you for as long as you need.”

  His eyes turn soft, a gentle smile arriving at his lips. “You’re too much sweet, Kalie-Rose. Way too much.” My name rolls off his tongue and heads straight to my core. I’m doomed with this man, everything he does affects me. He sits back on his stool and leans into it. I continue stacking up th
e pancakes before placing them in on the bench. Moving around the corner I sit on the stool next to him. Picking up a stack and pouring maple syrup all over them—a little excessively—

  but that’s how I like it. Scattering some bacon, bananas, and strawberries before digging my fork into them. I can see Ade look at me out of the corner of my eye and I turn my head to him.

  “What?” I ask around a mouthful of pancake.

  He laughs, wiping some maple syrup off my chin and sucking it off his finger.

  “I love how you eat whatever you want without counting calories. I fucking hate bitches like that. Eat a fucking pizza and shut the fuck up about your weight. We don’t even notice the things most girls complain about on their body, they probably waste half their life stressing over bullshit things we as males do not give a fuck about,” he mumbles while eating his pancake. I put another big piece into my mouth.

  “Well, rest assured, you will not have to worry about me complaining about what I eat. As long as I get exercise in six days a week, I’m happy to eat pizzas with you,” I say smiling at him.

  He laughs and kisses me on the lips, despite the fact that both of us have food in our mouth. “Like I said…perfect.”

  After breakfast, we go our separate ways. He needs to meet the boys and I need to meet the girls and the wrath of Vicky.

  “Vicky! You look beautiful,” I say pulling her into me as I walk through her hotel room door.

  “Is Carter okay? I’m still gutted he couldn’t come,” she pouts.

  “He's all right, a little shaken up, but I think Ade is looking into it.”

  “How are you two?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

  “Please, don’t ever do that eyebrow thing again. You and Alaina creep me out. We’re good,” I say smiling. “Really, really good. I really like him, Vick,” I confess to her shyly.

  “He really likes you too, babe. Relax and help me with my dress,” she says, pulling at her gorgeous gown.

  “You look so beautiful, Vicky. Holy shit,” I say with complete honesty.

  Her dress has thick straps. Pulling tight around her waist and mid area, before it flows freely down to her feet. She looks amazing.

  “Thank you, Polly. No more sweet talk or you girls will make me cry.”

  Blake is going to demolish her. That much I’m sure of.

  Alaina, Phoebe, Abby and I are all in pastel blue strapless dresses. They sit mid-thigh and are a little on the tight side, typical Vicky. I’m a bit nervous about today, now that Ade knows about Dominic and me. It has me a little on edge.

  Vicky’s mom walks in, tears in her eyes. “Dad is waiting for you, precious,” she says as she wipes the tears from under her eyes. We all gather up our belongings and make out way down the corridor, into the cart, and down the hallway. We are waiting for the limo to come around outside when Abby looks over to me.

  Here we go.

  “You do know that Ade isn’t that serious about you. He has no feelings. How could he feel for you.”

  My eyes widen. She hasn’t said much to me since I met her, only the odd stabs of hostility but nothing just between the two of us, and it makes me a little uncomfortable. I had noticed the glances she gives me as well, but I always brush them and her off.

  I shrug. “He seems to have feelings when his dick’s inside me. More than once,” I add. I have a feeling that maybe she and Ade have slept together, with all the hostility and how everyone insinuates that, ‘they were always something more,’ made me notice it.

  Vicky looks at me and laughs. “All right girls, enough.”

  Looking straight ahead and wrapping my arms around myself. This is going to make things a little more complicated. I know how much she means to Ade. Somehow, I just don’t see her making this easy for me. The limo pulls up and I watch as everyone gets in, me after the last person. I slump back into the seat and pour a wine. Vicky looks over to me, seeing my discomfort. She knows that I don’t do well with confrontation. I’m just not like that. She pats my leg and winks to me before shooting a glance at Abby, and I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that glance. Alaina looks at me then looks to Abby. There’s apparent tension in the air.

  “Abby, I love you, but you need to lay off,” Alaina says being her blunt self.

  I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it, she’s wrong anyway.”

  Abby laughs, taking a sip of her drink. “Wrong? I am right. I’ve known Ade since I was ten. I know him better than he knows himself. Trust me when I say, you are just a convenience. He wouldn’t know commitment if it smacked him in the face.”

  Wincing at her words I turn my head to my window, watching the passing trees.

  “Alaina may feel like that about you Abby, but I don’t. The way Alaina feels about you doesn’t even scratch the surface of how much I care about Kalie. So make no mistake when I say, I’ll fanny kick you out of this car so fast you won’t know what hit you. Oh, and by the way…” she says, pausing to sip some more of her drink, “you’re only a bridesmaid because I felt it was the right thing to do, for Blake. Learn your role,” Vick warns.

  Abby throws her hands up in defeat. “Hey, just say’n. I’m not here to fight.”

  Could have fooled me.

  We pull up to where the ceremony will be held and it looks beautiful. It’s all in an open garden area with the altar sitting in direct view of the carpark. I glance behind us and see Vicky’s dad following us in his Camaro before getting out and waiting for Vicky. I look to the crowd and see everyone sitting there waiting for us, with the boys at the altar looking freaking edible. When I see Ade, I feel my heart freeze and my pulse picks up. A bright red blush wraps around my face. Alaina stands out of the car first, followed by me, Phoebe, and lastly Abby.

  We begin walking down the aisle and look up at Ade to see his eyes fixated on me with a half grin on his face, which makes me blush again before looking to the ground. When I look up again, I find him smiling at Abby. My smile drops and he must notice because now his eyes show anger and his head is cocked. Once we reach the altar, we watch as Vicky and her dad walk down to meet us. She’s the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. Glancing over at Blake, I see the love and adoration in his eyes for his bride to be, and it gives me hope. These two had a crazy, dysfunctional relationship. But looking at them now they’re in complete awe of each other. Feeling as though I’m interfering in a private moment, I smile and look up to Ade, who still has a grumpy look on his face. The sexiest grumpy face I’ve ever seen.

  After a whole round of I do’s and a scream of cheers, Vicky Abrahams is now Vicky Rendon. Dominic comes over to me, picks me up, and swings me around. That’s until I feel equally big arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back down.

  “Fuck off,” Ade growls, pulling me behind him.

  Dominic looks up at him and narrows his eyes. “Ade? Yeah, chill. This is PG for Kalie and me.” He winks at me.

  A slight laugh sits in my throat until I look back at Ade who looks murderous.

  Abby steps up to him, placing her arm on his chest. “Come on, Ade. Let her catch up with her friend. We need to head to the reception.” I look down to her grip and bring my eyes back up to Ade, who then pulls me into him smashing his lips onto mine and opening my mouth with his tongue as he dominates me right here out in the open.

  “I’ll be right, there.” He points to the road and swings his eyes back to Dominic. “You so much as touch her, I won’t be responsible for what happens to your face,” he states and then walks off with Abby latched onto his arm. Fucking prick. My stomach feels as though it’s been ripped out and stood on by a hypocrite, because it has. I swallow down my insecurities and look back at Dominic.

  “I’m sorry about that.”

  He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I was expecting that to happen.”

  He pulls me under my arm and we begin walking back down the aisle, toward the road.

  “You have a ride? To the reception?”

  I shake
my head. “No, I was too busy with yours and Ade’s pissing contest. I’ve missed the girls I think.” He points up to Abby and Ade, who are a bit in front of us.

  “Who’s the redhead?”

  I raise my eyebrows. “Um…she was raised with Ade, Zane, and Blake. She doesn’t like me very much.”

  He laughs. “You don’t say. I saw the evils she was eyeing you with.”

  We’re standing in the same spot where the limo had pulled up when I hear gunshots ring out. I duck instinctively and Dom shields my body from the shots. There’s no car for us to hide behind, though, so we’re basically sitting ducks.

  “Kalie!” Ade yells, running over to me.

  Everything happens in slow-motion. I look up and begin to run to him to meet him half way when a white van screeches to a halt in front of me. A man jumps out, wearing a black balaclava. He grabs onto me, throwing me into the van, and causing me to hit my head on the metal floor. The last thing I feel is something heavy hit the front of my face before darkness descends over me.

  I pull my gun out and start shooting at the van, only to drop it in defeat when I watch it disappear around the corner.

  “Fuck!” I roar from where I’m standing, falling to my knees.

  I feel manic and out of control. I want to murder someone and I need to now.

  “Ade? We need to get out of here,” Abby softly says from behind me.

  “Fuck off. If I were with her Abby, instead of you, this would not be happening.”

  “It wasn’t my fault, Ade! If she had not been such a cock tease and stuck with you, then she’d still be here.”

  I get up and walk up to her, shoving her in the chest. I’ve never laid my hands on a woman before—outside of the bedroom—but I will fuck her up right now.

  “Keep her fucking name out of your dirty little fucking mouth.”