His Rose: Liberty Pirates MC

by Brogan Riley

  I know they’ll kill me.

  But that’s not the most frightening prospect.

  They’re going to do something much worse to me before they kill me.

  Chapter 11

  Seke

  I feel like life has evaporated from me. My hands collapse. Then my fingers roll into fists. I slam one on the kitchen worktop.

  I thought there was something between us. Something good. Something worth breaking all the rules.

  She is right.

  I’m taking advantage of her.

  I lost something in life—my chance for starting a family. I lost it when Martha died.

  Martha and I would have been good friends. Now that I look back, I know what that thing between us was—the foundation for friendship, good enough to go through life together.

  Rose?

  Sweet Rose is the love of my life. My one and only choice. That happens to very few and very rarely. Happened to me and I just lost it.

  I feel old and wasted.

  Hell yeah. I will die as a single man.

  The malicious fate put Rose almost at my reach. Almost. Too many years separate us. I’m all for her. I know this now, but she’s not for me. She’s for someone else. Someone younger.

  My fingers flex and straighten alternately.

  I did something horrible to her.

  I killed her mother and I keep hurting her from the day of the funeral.

  She doesn’t love me. Never has.

  Why would she?

  My fingers roll into fists as a drop of blood splashes against the floor.

  She may be pregnant with me.

  That changes everything.

  I try to think rationally, but the hurt possessive monster inside me rebels and urges me to act. Urges me to catch and enslave.

  She’s mine.

  I will force her to love me. I will trap her in my love and smother her with my care.

  I slide my feet into my boots, turn off the stove, and run out of the house.

  Rose

  There are hands on my breasts. They give me so much pain I choke. My voice is trapped in my throat. I can’t breathe.

  I can’t breathe.

  My mouth is full of blood and moss. The fear of death bites every cell of my body.

  A swishing sound tears at the air. A dull sound follows. It’s as though a champagne bottle has been uncorked.

  The body behind me slips off. His hands release me.

  The grip on my neck loosens.

  Adrenaline spikes in my veins. I draw in a wheezy breath and fling myself to the side as my eyes meet the cold fury of Seke’s.

  Two male bodies clash—Seke and one of the prisoners. Everything is like a blur to me—primal growls, arms sweeping through the air, blood splashing against the ground.

  The other man is lying in the grass, a pond of redness forming around his broken skull. He is dead. His evil eyes are even deader.

  My glance darts back to Seke.

  I watch the dance of demise and destruction. Seke is the angel of punishment, but the other prisoner is well built and good at fighting. They circle each other like two wild cats.

  I realise I’m sitting with my knees folded and splayed. Useless as always.

  No fucking way.

  Seke sweeps his arm as his fist crushes the man’s lower lip. They clash, They fall. They roll over on the ground. They tangle together like two massive snakes.

  My fingers palpate the ground. It’s all instinct. My fingers are searching for a weapon. They close around a rock.

  My mind detaches.

  I rise to my feet, my survival instinct guiding me. I trace the two rolling bodies with my eyes. I seek out my chance. The prisoner jerks his head up. I sweep my hand. The rock hovers through the air like an arrow.

  Seke taught Lucas and me how to skip rocks. I loved those moments. I’d always put in effort in order to please my teacher.

  The sound of the skull being broken drills into me and poisons my mind. Another sound makes me shudder—it’s the prisoner’s cervical spine being broken.

  It’s quiet like we’re at the border between the realms of life and death. My sharp breath breaks the silence.

  Seke’s arms wrap around me as his blood soaks into my clothes.

  “I’m fine,” I rasp.

  He cups my face in both his hands. “Did they…”

  “No, I’m fine.”

  He doesn’t believe me. The despair in his eyes says it all.

  “Seke, I’m fine. You were just about time. I’ll have a bruise on my cheek and a few more on my neck, that’s all.”

  He doesn’t believe me.

  “Seke, for fuck’s sake. I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me.”

  He nods, tears glittering in his dark brooding eyes. He kisses me on the top of my head.

  I am lucky. A few more seconds and I’d have been damaged for life or maybe even dead.

  The bruises will heal in two, three days. I’m alive. Unharmed.

  The prisoners are not that lucky. Their choice, not mine.

  ***

  I watch Seke kick the body until it falls off the rocky edge and dives into the river with a gloomy splash. Follows the other body that drowned a few minutes ago.

  They were criminals. They deserved to die. Prisons are overcrowded.

  He killed those prisoners to save me.

  No, we killed them. What a ghastly teamwork.

  I watch the grey foamy surface of the river as the water tumbles down the terraces. No trace of the bodies left.

  We stride over to our stone house, gloomy silence falling upon us like a black veil. Seke opens the door for me. I enter the shelter, move to the kitchen area, wash my hands under the kitchen tap, and then I slip down, sitting on the floor. Seke goes to the bathroom and I hear the murmur of the water in the shower cabin. He walks out in what feels like five minutes and I pass him to have a shower. A strange silence accompanies our movements as though something has been lost and can’t be brought back.

  I enter the bathroom and strip. My pale reflection in the mirror winces at me.

  I stand under the rain of water and it washes the blood away but gives no relief.

  I’m contaminated for life.

  I’m a killer.

  I walk out of the bathroom as I pat myself dry with a towel. My mind is cold. I’m full of energy. This must be the adrenaline still circling in my veins and the shock.

  Slipping into my kimono robe, I walk into the kitchen area and see Seke grab a bottle of vodka. The muscles on his back bulge, which causes his tattoos to waver. I’m mesmerised.

  He turns to face me and opens the bottle with a click. “Cheers.” He takes a long pull straight from the bottle and winces for an instant.

  His face is like a mask again, but his eyes? They are an inferno of pain.

  I need to take that horrible encounter in the woods away from him.

  I move closer to him and take the bottle away from his hand.

  “No drinking tonight?” he asks as his cold eyes bore into me.

  I slam the bottle on the kitchen worktop. “No drinking tonight.”

  “So what are we gonna do? Play chess?” There’s a crack in his voice. He takes in a long breath. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What should I do? Tell me what to do. Rose?”

  Suddenly, emotions paint his face and I see how broken, how angry and desperate he is.

  I take his hand and guide it under my kimono robe and then between my thighs. His eyes lock on mine, question, burn.

  I have no panties on. I’m wet for him.

  His lips slam on mine. He kisses me hard, his tongue thrusting in. Fucking with fury. The smell of vodka and his own musk invade my nostrils. He tears my kimono robe off. His fingers stroke my breast and twist my nipple, giving me a sting of arousing pain. Heat wreaths my core. Dark impatience takes possession of my mind.

  “Touch me, Rose.”

  I unzip his jeans and free his hard cock. It’s massive, as stiff as a pole. I s
troke him up and down. Our eyes meet. No words are necessary. We both want the same. We want to remove the grim dirt of our memories and replace them with our love.

  I know what to do.

  I lower to my knees, my fingers closing around the base of his shaft. I swirl my tongue around the head as a drop of precum emerges from the tip. I lick it off. It tastes strange. Tempting. I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. He growls, the sound like a primal call. I take him deeper into my mouth and gag.

  He pulls his cock out and hooks me under my arms with his hands, lifting me up. “Very interested, but maybe later.”

  We move towards the table and he turns me round so abruptly my mind spins out of control. He bends me over the top and holds me in place with his hand gripping the back of my neck.

  I feel his fingers spread my folds and massage my clit. He pinches it, causing a jolt of electricity to surge through me. A moan escapes my mouth.

  He slides a finger into my heat, filling me, stretching me. I shiver from desire.

  “More,” I gasp.

  He grunts and slides two of his fingers into me. A burning sensation follows, turns into pleasure as his digits start fucking me.

  Seke works me harder, expertly. I’m a hot mess.

  I’m all need.

  I need it rough.

  I need to forget if only for a moment.

  I spread my thighs wider, clutching at the edge of the table. The grip on my neck tightens, but I embrace it. I want to be enslaved like this. Seke pushes three of his fingers into me. I mewl. I’m almost high. I’m bathed in decadence, craving for more. His fingers fuck me gently. Fuck me harder. He pulls his fingers out. I manage a sigh as his wet fingertip circles my tight hole. I obey. He slides his finger in, causing me a sting of pain that I take willingly. That I crave. His finger goes deeper, stretches, strips of sanity. I moan.

  He fucks both my holes with his fingers. My muscles tense up and I come with a long moan.

  I feel the head of his cock push at my entrance.

  He growls. “I need you, Rose.”

  “I know.”

  I give him my silent consent.

  I am all for him tonight.

  He pushes his cock into my pussy. I hiss as he buries his whole length inside of me in one thrust. It burns. Cleanses like a real fire.

  Seke slides his cock out and then slams back in. Goes deeper. Fuck, it hurts.

  Seke moves me off the table and we lower to the floor. I’m on all fours. He pushes my head down and pounds me, giving me this sweet torturous pain.

  But I take it, yield myself to him, and derive my pleasure from the dark sensation.

  I come with a scream. My inner walls contract and I give him the release he needs.

  He growls as his cum fills me. He pushes in two more times, his body trembling against mine, and he pulls out.

  I turn over, putting my kimono robe on, as he zips up his jeans. We sit on the floor, opposite each other.

  “I’m sorry, Rose.”

  “Those scumbags were not your fault. They came out of the blue.”

  “I’m sorry for everything.”

  I move closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you, Seke.”

  His burning eyes lock on mine. “Thank you for saying that.”

  “I do love you. Always have. From the very beginning.”

  “What should I do?”

  It seems like I’m in charge at last. A damn good feeling.

  I know this strong, fierce man will risk his life to keep me safe, but now he really wants me to have a say.

  “I want you to brand me, Seke. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I want to have your brand tattooed on my back.”

  Chapter 12

  Seke

  She’s telling me all the good words I want to hear, all the warm words I’ve craved for so long not even realising this.

  “You’ll be happy with me, Rose.”

  “And you’ll be happy with me, I promise.” She kisses me on the cheek, stroking my arm up and down with her hand. “We can’t stay in the country.”

  “I know.”

  “Peru?”

  “Peru.”

  That sounds like a good plan. Me. Her. My bike.

  Tara can manage. Lucas can manage even more.

  I put my hand on the back of my neck. “We should pack.”

  “Yep, we should pack.”

  I realise she’s not panicking, not getting hysterical. Her face is pale but doesn’t betray any emotions.

  We rise to our feet. The adrenaline is still circling in my veins. I huff out and start thinking rationally.

  Rose grabs one of the bags and starts tossing our stuff into it. I wash my hands and finish preparing our food, which takes five minutes.

  “You sure, Rose?”

  Her face turns to mine. “I’m only eighteen. I don’t want to end up behind bars.”

  “No, Rose, it’s all on me. In your case, it would be an act of self-defence that’s all. You’d get away with it.”

  In my case, it would be different. Much different. The police wouldn’t stop until they put me in jail. They can’t wait to see me behind bars.

  Rose wants to leave everything behind for me, wants to risk everything for me.

  Rose

  I clench my hands on the back of my neck and then rub my palms on my face. “Listen, Seke. You want me to be your wife or not?”

  He blinks a few times as if he’s surprised by the firmness in my voice. “I want.”

  “So that’s what marriage looks like.” I nod several times. “Hurry. We need to leave as soon as we can.”

  His eyes widen even more as one corner of his lips crooks up. “We need to get the passports and cash from one of my post office boxes.”

  I know he keeps a few sets of fake documents inside the post office boxes scattered around the country, but only he knows the location of them.

  I give him a thumbs up. “You’re well prepared, no doubt.”

  “Always. You never know, Rose.”

  “Passports for me, Lucas, Tara and you?”

  “Yep, every club member has his own plan B in case any shit happened.” He freezes for a moment as his jaw muscles twitch. “I’m really grateful, Rose.” He takes in a sharp breath. “You’ll never cry because of me, I give you my word.” He presses his fist into his heart area.

  I know this is a vow. I know he’s a man of his word.

  Our glances collide and no words are necessary.

  I feel strong, loved like never before, loved by the man of my dreams.

  We grab our fajitas and eat them quickly.

  We make ourselves ready in what feels like fifteen minutes. There are no words between us—there’s no time for words.

  Seke locks the shelter, puts the key under the flower urn, and we move at a brisk pace to jump on his bike.

  Three hours later, Seke takes our fake documents out of the post office box in some shithole. He calls Nikusha, calls Tara and briefly explains our situation to her, and then gets rid of the phone.

  We ride for two more hours and then catch a ferry to get onto the continent. We’re going to catch a plane in France.

  After midnight, I fall onto a hotel bed and fall asleep at once. My own scream wakes me. A cold sweat pricks my back. I shake off the memory of their evil eyes. I sit up and realise I’m alone. Sweat trickles down my temple as I flop from the bed. My eyes squint out the window. The world is grey quietness. I watch a bat for a second or two and go to the bathroom. I pee, wash my hands, and look at my reflection in the mirror. A ghost’s face looks back at me. Red fingerprints cover my neck and two of them have started turning purple-brown. My breasts are sore and bruised. My hips feel achy.

  Nah, it could be worse.

  I feel different. Something has died inside me. Something new has been born.

  I feel bolder, more decisive, and colder. It seems like being on the wrong side of the law did me good.

  “Rose?” Seke
calls out to me outside the bathroom.

  “I’m brushing my teeth.”

  “Sure, no rush.”

  We haven’t talked much since we left the shelter. In fact, we’ve been like two strangers to each other, but I wasn’t worried until now.

  My heart stirs. Seke’s trying to keep me safe, that’s why he’s so emotionless and mute.

  I brush my teeth, take a quick shower, and walk out of the bathroom. Seke is zipping his bag up.

  “We’ll eat something on our way to the airport,” he says and exits the room.

  I freeze in the middle of the room. A cold breeze circles my body and I realise I’m wearing only my bra and panties.

  Seke walks back into the room. “Ready?”

  I scan myself. “No.” My eyes shift towards his.

  His eyes flicker as one corner of his lips quirks up. “You need more time?”

  “Yes, I need more time. Ten more minutes.”

  He tosses back his hair, stepping forward. I also take a step forward, but a chasm of electrified intensity is still separating us.

  I need it gone.

  I need him close.

  I need him wedged between my thighs, buried inside me to the root.

  He lunges at me as his mouth latches on mine.

  The madness of our desire engulfs us in a hot reality. Our kisses are frantic, impatient, and so desperately greedy. Our hands are shaky and ravenous.

  We fall onto the bed, peeling all the barriers off.

  I’m beneath him, so perfectly covered by his gorgeous body. His mouth moves down my neck and dives between my breasts. He holds one and squeezes it gently. My fingers pull at his hair.

  He draws my breast fully into his mouth and bites down on my nipple. I emit a moan.

  He kisses his way down to my tummy and sinks his face between my thighs. His savage tongue strips me of rationality. I’m a moaning, leaking ball of need.

  He kisses my pussy, licks it, and fucks it with his tongue.

  God, it feels so good.

  I rise.

  My voice halts.

  A violent orgasm rolls over me.

  I’m still trembling as he crawls on top of me and shoves his hard cock into me. He thrusts into me fast and hard. My thighs wrap around his waist and I bury my face into his neck. My body rocks beneath his, pounded, wrecked. Loved. A growl leaves his mouth as he fills me with his cum.