Rough & Ruthless (Notorious Devils #4)

by Hayley Faiman

  “Max,” I cry out in surprise and pain.

  He doesn’t respond, one of his hands leaving my hip to slide to the front of my body and firmly grab my breast before he yanks me up against his chest. I lie my head back and gasp when he picks me up, his cock still buried inside of me, and orders me to bend my knees as he lets me rest them on the bed.

  “Shit went down tonight,” he grunts before he pulls out of me slightly and thrusts back inside. His other hand leaves my hip and he presses his finger against my clit.

  I gasp at the sensation of his finger and his words.

  “A man touches you, touches what’s mine—he dies,” Max growls in my ear as his cock continues to slam inside of me, unforgivingly hard and primal. I have no clue what he’s talking about, and right now, I could care less.

  “Maxfield,” I moan as my head rolls on his shoulder, my breast aching from his strong grip.

  “Nobody touches you, Mary,” he rasps as his grip tightens even more. I’ll surely have bruises tomorrow, but I could give a damn, the pain feels so good. “You’re mine. No other women, no other men—just us, sweetness.” He whispers.

  Max starts to play faster and harder with my clit, and I feel my body climbing as he fucks me with all of his strength. I thought he was being rough with me until this moment. Now I know, he’s been gentle.

  His pounding thrusts send a mix of pleasure and pain throughout my body, confusing my senses and heightening them all at the same time. I want more, but I’m on the verge of begging him to stop.

  “Come on my cock. Make that cunt strangle me, my sweet Mary,” he rasps huskily in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

  I reach up and grip his forearm as I move against his finger at my clit. I moan again when I sense my climax on the verge of toppling over, and when it rushes through my body, I cry out a sob.

  Max doesn’t stop, his grip on my breast even tighter, and his thrusts inside of me even harder. Then he stills before he lets out a roar and fills me with his cum.

  “Maxfield,” I whisper.

  Max gently releases me and eases out of, my center, before he picks me up. I stare at him with surprise as he carries me into the bathroom, wordlessly.

  He sets me down on the edge of the sink and grabs a cloth, running it under warm water. I spread my legs when I think he’s going to clean me, but he slides two fingers inside of my sensitive center instead.

  “I’m going to plant my kids in your belly, sweetness,” he rumbles.

  “Max—.”

  “Honest to fuck, Mary. If you spew some bullshit about not wanting them because your father was shit, it’ll just piss me off. You love kids. You took care of Bear as an infant,” he points out before he removes his finger and cleans his cum from my center.

  “Yes, I love them. That doesn’t mean that I want my own,” I announce as I stand and walk away from him.

  Max wraps his hand around my bicep, firmly but not tightly, before he tugs me back and presses me against the wall with his naked body.

  “Tell me the reason, Mary, the real one,” he rumbles.

  “I’m afraid,” I whisper as tears fill my eyes.

  I’m not afraid, though—I’m terrified.

  Max is right. My father was shit, and my mother his doormat punching bag. I wouldn’t know how to be a mother. I would only know how to keep a baby alive. I wouldn’t know how to love and nurture one. I shake my head, wishing the tears wouldn’t fall as I stare up at him.

  “You decided to get with me because you thought I wouldn’t want more kids?” he asks, taking his guess and doing it correctly.

  I nod, agreeing partially with him. I never cared about his age, it was never really about being with him because he’s a lot older. Though, I won’t deny that it was slightly appealing, once I realized that he probably wouldn’t want a bigger family. He’s always just felt right to me.

  “And now?” he asks, arching a brow. “Why are you with me now? Why did you get my ink?”

  “You feel right,” I whisper.

  “Yeah, sweetness. You feel right, too. That means that we need babies,” he grunts.

  I shake my head again, but he just smirks down at me.

  “I didn’t give Eleanora more kids because I was too busy with the club, and I didn’t want more responsibilities. It was a shit thing to do, selfish as fuck, too. But after she died and it was just me and Pierce, I realized I wanted more. Now, with grandkids, they fill some of that void, sweetness, but I still want more,” he murmurs as his lips brush mine.

  “Maxfield,” I exhale.

  “Make me a daddy again, Mary.”

  I let my head fall back against the wall just as he grabs the back of my knee and wraps it around his hip before he grinds his semi-erect cock against my sensitive clit.

  “Max,” I moan, lifting my head and opening my eyes to look into his.

  Those blue eyes are staring at me, fire and intensity surging through them. Right now, I want to give him everything he desires. He isn’t holding back, he’s giving me everything, his emotions swirling beneath his bright blue eyes.

  “I want all of you, Mary,” he grunts.

  “You have me,” I whisper, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck. I don’t know if I’m trying to convince him or myself—or maybe the both of us.

  “Let me give you all of me,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against mine. “Let me give you a baby,” he says, his lips touching mine with every word spoken.

  “I’m scared.”

  “I’ll take care of you, sweetness,” he murmurs before I feel his dick slowly enter me.

  I don’t say another word, and neither does he. He fucks me against the bathroom wall, slow and gentle. His lips touch mine the entire time, but we’re not kissing, just barely touching.

  My breasts are smashed against his strong chest, my leg wrapped around his waist, taking him inside of me with the slow, sensual roll of his hips. I know he’s close when his hand snakes between our bodies and his thumb presses against my clit.

  I gasp as soon as I come around him, the climax taking me by surprise. A few thrusts later, he groans with his own release. I wait for him to slide out of me, but he doesn’t; he stays firmly planted inside as his head moves to my neck and he nuzzles me there.

  “Have my babies, Mary,” he mutters against my skin.

  I close my eyes, afraid to speak. I want to tell him yes. Oh, my god, do I want to tell him yes—but it’s been weeks. We’ve been together only weeks, and children, they’re more permanent than this new ink on my body. I can’t just agree to something that he wants. What happens when he doesn’t want me anymore? What happens when he decides I’m not for him?

  I climb into bed, naked. Max crawls in behind me and wraps his arms around the front of my body, pulling me back into his chest. His lips touch the back of my neck before he whispers into the dark room.

  “You’re mine, Mary. That ain’t changing. Ever.”

  It’s been a week since Max informed me about my true place, what I truly am to him that moment I accepted his ink on my thigh. I expected him to start acting a bit differently toward me, especially the way he said I was his and I was never allowed to leave, confirming what Teeny had already told me in the car.

  I expected him to be a little rougher with me, maybe, slap me around a little; and I expected him to be at the clubhouse doing every whore he wanted to.

  But none of that has happened.

  In fact, he’s been spending more time with me.

  They have a run coming up, whatever that means, and he’s going to be there for the first one, a two-week trip. He says he wants to spend as much time with me before he leaves as possible. It’s sweet, in his own gruff way. He’s still at the clubhouse every day, and now that there’s wifi at the house and I have a little office set up, I don’t have to go down there.

  Tonight, though, there’s a party. It’s a party to kind of sendoff the men that are going on this run. Max being one of them, he’s asked me to
join. I also know that all of the other Old Ladies are going to be there, so I feel a bit better about it.

  He hasn’t mentioned any whores to me, and I haven’t asked. It’s still a sore subject in my eyes, and maybe nothing will come of what they said in the bathroom, but I’m not convinced. That blonde bitch is plotting.

  “Ready?” Max calls out as he walks into the bedroom.

  “Yeah,” I say with a nod.

  I’m not wearing anything special—a pair of skin tight, black jeans, black high heels, and a white loose fitting tank top. My hair is straight and down, my makeup a little heavier than daytime, and that’s it.

  Max’s eyes widen at the sight of me, and he stomps toward me, crowding me until I am forced to tip my head all the way back to look at him in the face.

  “You look hot as fuck,” he grunts.

  “Max, I’m in jeans and a tank,” I point out.

  “Tight as sin jeans, and a tank that is so low, it shows off your tits in a way where I’ll have a hard time keeping my eyes off of them all night. I can’t imagine what the other guys will be thinking,” he grunts as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his hard body.

  “They won’t think a thing of it. I’m sure your other girls will have it all out for them to touch and play with,” I say haughtily.

  “Don’t even go there. You’re a woman, a gorgeous woman. They’re used for the sum of their parts and nothing else; but you’re someone any man would be lucky to share a life with. Why do you think I grabbed you and refuse to let you go?” he asks.

  While I have mixed feelings about everything he’s said, I can’t help but be flattered by it too.

  I shake my head before I press my lips to his, and with a squeeze and a slap to my ass, we’re off to the party.

  The parking lot is full, but I’m surprised that there aren’t more cars here, only bikes. I ask Max about that, and he informs me that this party is for brothers only, no hangarounds, the exception being a couple girls from town who aren’t clubwhores.

  Once we walk inside, I notice that it’s wild but not insane. The vibe is very chill, laid back, and I let out an exhale of relief. Max walks us to the bar and grabs a couple of beers before he guides me over to an area where I see Colleen, Bobbie, and Teeny standing with who I presume to be their men.

  It suddenly dawns on me that I’ve had no clue who their actual men are this whole time. I giggle to myself before I take the first sip of my beer.

  I’m curled into Max’s side, his hand resting on my hip, when I see two people walk up to us. One is a guy that I know as West, and the other a young girl, probably around twenty, in a short miniskirt and high heels. She looks extremely nervous, and I smile at her.

  “Hey, everyone, this is Ivy,” West announces.

  The circle of people introduce themselves and their women, and then Max introduces me to her. The entire time she’s looking at Max with this stare full of shock and awe on her face. I can’t help but laugh. I gaze at him the exact same way. My Old Man is hot as hell.

  We all turn back to our conversation and I hear her gasp before I watch her walk over to Grease, who is bellied up to the bar. I feel West tense at my side, and I look at him with confusion.

  “That’s her brother,” Max murmurs into my ear. “He beat the shit out of West because he told him his sister was off limits and West went there anyway.”

  My eyes widen and I turn to him.

  “Will that happen with you and Bates?” I ask.

  Max throws back his head in laughter. He laughs long and hard, until he finally controls himself and then speaks.

  “I’m the original charter president, sweetness,” he explains.

  I just stare at him, because I have no clue what that’s supposed to mean.

  “I’m in control of the whole fucking lot of Notorious Devils, worldwide. Sure, each president is in charge of his own charter, but I rule over those presidents,” he says.

  “So what does that mean, exactly?” I ask.

  “Means that I do what I want and with who I want. I ask nobody for permission, not a single fucking soul. But everybody asks me for permission, to do anything,” he states.

  I don’t get a chance to say anything else because Ivy returns to my side and I start to engage her in conversation. She looks rattled and a bit nervous, so I talk to her and try to calm her down. I know what it’s like to be in a new crowd with strangers, feeling out of place.

  After a while, I notice that, while she seems a bit calmer, her eyes are searching. Then she gasps when they connect with something, or someone. She’s watching Grease. He’s getting a blowjob from Kisha, his hand tangled in her bright red hair, and I almost laugh at how Ivy’s face is twisted in disgust.

  I could only imagine what I’d look like if I had to see Bates do anything like that. Unfortunately, Kentlee saw enough for both of us. Thankfully, I never was around the club during parties, so I didn’t have to be subjected to it.

  “Just don’t look,” I say to her to try and get her eyes off of the train wreck.

  “That’s my brother,” she groans, taking a drink of beer.

  “Yeah, my brother is a Devil, but in Idaho,” I grimace. “The more you come, the more shit you’ll see. Just think of it kinda like Vegas—what happens at the clubhouse stays at the clubhouse,” I shrug.

  Max’s hand travels to my ass and he gives it a squeeze, but I can hear his rumbling voice as he talks to whoever is standing next to him. I know he just wants to remind me that he’s there at my side; he’s been doing it all evening, and I can’t help the thrill that spikes through me with every single touch, caress, or squeeze.

  “So are you…?” Ivy asks, moving her eyes to Max.

  “We’re something,” I smile, knowing that Max hasn’t explained to the club about my Old Lady status yet, and I’m fine with that. I don’t need the extra drama or attention from the whores.

  “Let’s get the fuck to bed, baby,” West whispers in Ivy’s ear, loud enough for me to hear. Her whole face turns bright red before she turns to him.

  “We’re too drunk to drive.”

  “Got a room here, babe. Come upstairs and fuck your man,” he grunts, making me smile as she laughs.

  “You better go take care of him, girl,” I giggle.

  “He ain’t the only one needs some attention, sweetness,” Max points out with a grin.

  I wave at Ivy as Max starts to lead me away from the group and toward his room. I’m tipsy and leaning heavily against him with each step I take.

  Once we’re inside of his room, he locks the door as I start to strip off my clothes. I need him to touch me, to make me come, to be inside of me. He’s been teasing me all night long.

  “Mary,” he groans.

  I spin around to find him completely naked with his cock in hand. He’s like fucking lightning, he’s so damn fast.

  “Come fuck me, baby,” I whisper as I finish taking off the rest of my clothes, knowing how much he likes it when I call him baby.

  He grunts before he picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I bounce once with a giggle before he’s on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, his blue eyes focused on mine.

  “I leave tomorrow for two weeks. When I come home, I want you off birth control,” he growls before he surges inside of me.

  I gasp, lifting my knees to press against his ribs and take him deeper inside of me. I want more of him—I want it all. Two weeks without him, it’s a long time. To be honest, it scares me. What if in that time away he decides I’m not really what he wants? He could very well be over what we have, and then where will I be? What will happen to me? And I don’t want to think about the possibilities of other women while he’s gone.

  I know he’ll probably stay at other clubhouses and they have whores just like the ones here. My heart surges with panic at the thought of what him leaving for two weeks will mean for us. Then, even if he comes back to me, can I trust that he’s been faithful?

  “Max—.”
/>   I don’t let her refuse my demand. I don’t give a fuck. I want what I want, and that’s a family with Mary-Anne. She’ll be twenty-eight soon, and I’m sixty. It’s time. I don’t care that we’ve only been together for weeks, I know that she’s mine. I wouldn’t have branded her otherwise.

  There’s no going back now. She’s marked on the outside of her skin, and I’ve been marked on my heart. She’s there; she’s burrowed her way inside, and I’m never letting go.

  I lift her legs, letting them rest on my shoulder before I continue to move inside of her. Fuck, she’s so tight like this. I feel like I’m going to come immediately, she feels so fucking good.

  “Push those tits together for me,” I grunt, as I continue to fuck her.

  Mary throws her head back in a long moan before she takes her tits with her hands and pushes them together. I shift her legs so that I now have one on each shoulder, and I have the perfect view of her tits, along with her cunt taking my dick.

  “Max, we have to talk,” she whimpers breathlessly.

  “Fuck, talk, sweetness. This is how we talk,” I grind out through my teeth as I also grind my pelvis against her clit.

  “Maxfield,” she hisses in annoyance.

  I grin, not giving a fuck as I move her legs to around my waist and lean down, placing my elbows on the bed next to her head. I continue to fuck her, but I do it slower, letting her feel every single centimeter of my cock as it fills her sweet pussy.

  “Make me happy, sweetness. Be mine, give yourself to me—surrender,” I murmur, running my nose alongside hers.

  “I’m scared,” she whispers. I feel wetness touch the tip of my nose.

  “I know, Mary. I’ll take care of you.”

  “What if, what if you leave? What if you regret me and you leave?” she asks as her arms wrap around my shoulders and her nails dig into my back, holding onto me tightly.

  “Not goin’ anywhere. I’m a man and I know what I want,” I growl before I start to thrust my hips a bit harder, making her breath hitch.