Havoc (Storm MC #8)

by Nina Levine

  I fought the grin forming on my lips. Fuck, she was sexy. I traced her mouth. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

  She caught my finger in her hand and held it in place as she sucked it. Her eyes didn't stray from mine. When she was finished with my finger, she let it go and answered, “Carla.”

  Carla.

  Her name would be burned in my memory forever; how could it not? But this was the last time she had any control over tonight. My hand gripped her neck, and I forced her to understand how the night was going to go down. “Carla, when I fuck a woman, she does what I say. She submits to me, totally. Do we have an understanding?”

  She only hesitated for a moment before nodding. Her eyes betrayed her excitement though; she was fucking up for this.

  I kept my hand around her neck and drew her closer. “And, I don’t fuckin’ shoot for heaven. I bring it to your goddamn door,” I rasped.

  Her lips brushed over mine and she gently bit my lip while her hand stroked my dick through my jeans. “Well, hurry the hell up. I’m way past ready.”

  I let her go, and pulled my T-shirt over my head. She undid my belt and removed my jeans and boxers faster than I’d ever seen a woman do it. Her gaze narrowed on my dick before moving over my body, and I slowed my movements to give her the time to take it all in. I liked her eyes on me.

  When she finally looked up, she said, “You weren’t joking about your cock, were you?”

  “I don’t joke about anything, least of all my cock,” I promised.

  “I’m working that out about you.”

  It was time to move this along. Taking her hand, I guided it to my dick, and demanded, “Stroke it until I tell you to stop.”

  She panted with desire as she followed my instruction. Her grip was firm, and she moved it up and down my hard length with a confidence I liked in a woman. Carla knew what the fuck she was doing and that pleased me no fucking end. I closed my eyes as I breathed through the urge to bend her over and just take her rather than restraining myself and drawing every last drop of pleasure from this. My mind wanted one thing while my body craved another, and as the desire ran through my spine and out along every nerve ending, I forced one heavy breath out after the other.

  Pure, raw instinct clouded my thinking.

  I need to be inside her.

  When she picked up speed, I barked, “Stop.” My eyes opened and I trained them on her. She’d immediately followed my order and let me go. Her gaze held mine and shallow breaths left her parted lips in rapid succession as she waited patiently for my next command.

  Fuck.

  She’d taken in what I’d told her about submitting to me, and that knowledge shot more need through me. I didn’t know her, but what I’d seen of her at the bar told me she had a mind of her own and wasn’t afraid of using it, so I’d half expected her to fight me for control. I fucking loved that she wasn’t. I had no doubt that being with her was going to bring me the motherfucking orgasm of all orgasms.

  “Lie on the bed and spread your legs. I want to taste you, want to run my tongue from one end of your pussy to the other and make you scream for my dick,” I ordered, and watched as she obeyed. When she’d settled on the bed and opened her legs for me, I positioned myself between them. With bent legs, she planted her feet on the bed. I moved my hands to her knees and pushed them wider apart. My gaze zeroed in on her bare pussy, and I dipped my head for my first taste.

  I had only planned to lick her, but a force I was unable to control took over.

  I need more

  Carla moaned as my tongue entered her, and her ass lifted off the bed as she tried to push herself into my mouth. My hands slid under her and I greedily pulled her even closer, swirling my tongue and sucking her.

  “Havoc… more… fuck, I need your cock…” Her words were disjointed as she lost herself in the pleasure.

  I ignored her and continued to work her over with my tongue. She was so fucking wet, and it took all my restraint not to give her what she’d begged for. My dick wanted what she wanted. It wanted nothing more than to slide into her wetness and fuck her hard, but I was a master of denial and control; I could go all night without succumbing to my need.

  As I brought her closer to orgasm, her hands fisted in my hair and she gripped me hard. I growled my approval and used my teeth lightly on her clit, which only caused her to writhe even more in pleasure. The fact she got off on me biting her was another turn on; this woman was ticking all my fucking boxes.

  I moved my mouth away from her pussy, and licked and bit my way up her body until I hit her breasts. Making eye contact with her, I asked, “How much do you like my teeth on you?”

  She graced me with a sexy smile, and lightly trailed her fingers over my shoulder. “I love your teeth on me,” she murmured.

  I didn’t wait for further encouragement. I lowered my face to her tits and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and lightly biting as I went. Letting it go, I wrapped my lips around her other nipple and treated it to my teeth as well. She moaned her approval and fuck if that didn’t cause my dick to harden even more.

  Her hands had moved from my hair to my shoulders and then to my back, but I needed control over them. I grabbed hold of them, and pushed her arms above her head while I continued to suck and bite her breasts and then her neck.

  “Havoc, I need my hands. I want to touch you,” she insisted, struggling against my hold over her.

  I lifted my head so I could look at her. “You’ll have your hands when I say. Not before,” I asserted.

  “But don’t you want me—” she started before I cut her off.

  “What I want is for you to do as you’re told,” I growled, my eyes not leaving hers. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t say anything. Her silence was my answer, and I nodded once. “Good girl.” I ground myself against her as I moved further up her body and caught her mouth in a kiss. When I pulled away, I pushed her hands against the headboard and let go so I could take hold of her jaw with one hand and her neck with the other as I moved to straddle her. “I want my balls in this mouth,” I said, letting my thumb graze her lips while I kept a firm hold on her jaw. “You ever had a guy sit on your face, darlin’?”

  Shaking her head, she said, “No, but when I said I’m yours to do what you want with, I meant it.”

  My balls tightened at the fucking thought. Hell, Carla was fast becoming my perfect fuck. I shifted to kneel over her, and stroked my dick while I positioned my balls over her mouth. Her mouth instantly opened and took hold of them, and I shut my eyes while I savoured the feel of her wet warmth. She knew what she was doing, and worked me like a fucking expert until I reached the point where I had to rein it in if I didn’t want to blow over her face. I reluctantly stopped her and moved away from her mouth, shifting back on the bed.

  Our eyes met and she licked her lips. Smiling at me, she said, “As much as I love this whole control thing you’ve got going on, I really want to use my hands. Your cock would feel good in my hands.”

  “Baby, my cock is gonna feel good in your pussy. Forget your fuckin’ hands.” My usual preference was to fuck women in silence—get in, get out and move on—and to have full control of it. Carla’s preference to talk and be involved was testing me; however, it was also arousing as fuck. I trailed my fingers over her breasts and circled her nipples before reaching for her neck and roughly pulling her to a sitting position. It was time to fuck her.

  Leaning in to kiss her, I took in the expression on her face; she was so fucking ready for me. The knowledge hit me in the gut. My desire to have her warred with my love of drawing this shit out. A part of me wanted to make this last all night long, but I knew there was no way I could wait. “Gonna fuck you now, darlin’, and it’s gonna be rough. I hope you’re up for that,” I said, my eyes searching hers. Even though I demanded control, I never took what wasn’t offered.

  She pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me hard, giving me what I needed. “I’m up for that. I want your cock and I want it rough
.”

  My movements were fast. I slid off the bed, taking her with me. Standing at the edge of the mattress, I positioned her so she lay on the bed in front of me, her legs raised to my chest. I wanted to watch my cock pump into her, wanted to see her pussy take it. Gripping her ankles, I bent her legs at her knees. My gaze was firmly on her entrance; she was swollen, wet and ready, and I was having trouble concentrating. My usual level of control of the situation had slipped as I chased my release.

  I thrust in hard and grunted loudly at how fucking good it felt. Carla took me all the way and her pussy contracted around my cock. She wasn’t far off an orgasm, and fuck, neither was I. Keeping hold of her ankles, I withdrew and thrust hard again. Her eyes rolled closed and she lost herself to it while I pounded into her. I shifted my gaze back to watch my cock slamming in and out of her. My balls tightened, and my breathing picked up as the familiar sensation rushed through me.

  “Fuck!” I roared as it hit, and I thrust into her one last time. I stilled and let the pleasure take over. I’d been right; she’d given me one motherfucking good orgasm. My senses drowned in it, and my mind and body exploded from the pleasure. I was lost to the world in that moment, nothing and no-one could have dragged me from its grip.

  As I came to, I realised Carla was moaning and grinding herself into me. I released her ankles from my hold and let them rest against my shoulders as I leant down to her. Grasping her neck, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. My lips were demanding and she responded with her own exacting kiss. Her hands came up around my neck and she clung to me as she continued grinding into me.

  “Havoc…need your fingers in me…fuck me,” she panted between kisses.

  I knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to give it to her. Moving my hand down her body, I worked her clit to bring her to orgasm. My dick was still inside her and I felt her pulse around me as she frantically fought for what she wanted. When she came, she didn’t scream out like most of the women I fucked. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth bit down on her lip as her face fell to the side. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like she stopped breathing for a moment before finally expelling a long, satisfied breath. When she turned her head back to face me, she opened her eyes and gave me a slow, sexy smile. And then she simply said, “Fuck.”

  Shit, she was beautiful, but in that moment, she was fucking glorious.

  I pulled out and lowered her legs. She stood and curled her hand around my neck, pulling me close for a kiss. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom to clean up your cum because you fucked me without a condom,” she murmured in my ear.

  Fuck.

  I’d been so distracted that I’d forgotten the fucking condom. “Shit,” I muttered, eyeing her. “I’m clean, but fuck, I’m sorry.”

  “I’m clean too, and on the pill so no worries there. Guess we got a little carried away,” she said before leaving me to sort herself out.

  I took a minute and watched her go before sitting on the bed and dropping my head into my hands. Christ, I hadn’t had sex that good in fuck knows how long. But it had gone way too fast. I hadn’t been able to stop myself from having her straight away, and already I wanted to take her again. Running my fingers through my hair, I stood. The night was young, and she hadn’t taken my cock in her mouth yet. She’d promised me submission, and I intended to have it. I intended to fuck my need for her out of my system.

  2

  Havoc

  Two Weeks Later

  “Get the fuck up, motherfucker,” I demanded, keeping my eyes trained on the asshole on the floor in front of me, vigilant of his sidekick standing to my right. Any lapse in concentration on my behalf, and his friend would take me down and fuck my agenda to buggery.

  The guy on the floor slowly began to move. He clutched his ribs where he’d taken a good beating from me. But he was taking his sweet-ass time—time I didn’t have to waste.

  Reaching down, I yanked him up hard by his shirt collar and yelled at him, “For fuck’s sake, what are you? A fuckin’ pussy who can’t cop a punch?” Once he was standing, I shoved him back against the brick wall, and pulled my phone out. Looking at the guy to my right, I said, “Move the fuck next to your friend while I make a call.”

  He scowled at me but did what I said, and I put my phone to my ear while it rang.

  “You got them?” Griff snapped into the phone.

  “Yeah,” I answered.

  “Be there in a minute,” Griff said before hanging up on me.

  I slid the phone back into my pocket and eyed the two idiots in front of me. Dickhead Number One had ripped off King, the President of the Sydney Storm chapter for more than $20,000. A clear example of a man without a brain. Dickhead Number Two was in for a lot less, but had pledged allegiance to Dickhead Number One, which made him just as much of a fuckwit.

  “Why the hell are you doing King’s dirty work?” Dickhead Number One piped up.

  I wondered at the intelligence of the human race sometimes. Were we really as stupid as we sometimes appeared? And then as I thought back on my life, I was reminded that, yes, sometimes we were. Sometimes we were blind to what was right in front of us. I met his gaze and replied, “You’d be surprised at the dirty work I do for King. But this time, I’m doing it for my president, Marcus. And he’s told me to do whatever it takes to get that twenty grand out of you.”

  He opened his mouth and uttered another string of stupidity, “I’ll pay you off to let me go. How much do you want?”

  I cracked my knuckles and then shrugged. “I’d rather take my frustrations out on your face, asshole. In fact, I kinda hope you don’t come up with the money today. That way I can do what I do best.”

  Dickhead Number Two’s eyes widened a touch. He had more brains than I gave him credit for. “What the fuck?”

  I stepped closer to them, and said, “Yeah, that’s what I was gonna ask you. What the actual fuck were you thinking ripping a club president off?”

  “We were going to pay him back.” Number One was almost pleading; well, his eyes were and I knew from experience his mouth would be soon, too.

  I was just about to reply when Griff entered the alley. We were behind the bar where I’d found these two, and I was keen to get this over with because it fucking stunk from all the rubbish littering it.

  Griff jerked his chin at me. “Which one owes the most?” he asked, his voice clear that he intended to carry out King’s wishes. Griff was the Vice President of the Brisbane Storm chapter and not a man to ever fuck with. In fact, he’d only just assumed this role after pushing out the prior VP. And that VP was the son of the president and I thought, a friend of Griff’s, so the ruthlessness of Griff’s actions was pretty fucking evident. Personally, I didn’t bother with friends and allies anymore, so it didn’t concern me either way. I simply trusted no-one. It seemed to be the best way to live.

  I pointed at Dickhead Number One, and Griff moved towards him. Speaking in a low, menacing tone, he asked, “How’s this gonna play out, motherfucker?”

  “I ain’t got the money if that’s what you’re asking.”

  Griff didn’t waste time; his knuckles collided with the guy’s cheek a moment later. “Shall we begin again?”

  Number One glared at Griff, and spat at his feet before saying, “You can’t get fucking blood out of a stone, asshole. Tell King he’ll get his money when I have it.”

  My fist itched to be used but I waited for Griff’s signal. He’d been clear in his directions for this job; he wanted to have first go at these idiots before letting me loose. So I watched him, and I waited, because sure as fuck, these dickheads would need me to encourage them to pay up.

  Griff’s hands latched onto Number One’s shirt, and he pulled the idiot towards him before spinning him around, letting him go, and punching him so hard in the face that the guy fell to the ground. Standing over him, Griff bent at the waist and bellowed in his face, “You ever fucking spit on me again, and you might not have a mouth left to fucking produce spit.�
� He straightened, and indicated for the guy to get up before turning to Dickhead Number Two. Pointing at him, he ordered, “You start thinking seriously about your next move. King wants the money you owe him too.” Turning back to Number One, he was pissed to find the guy still trying to get up. He shook his head and raised his fist, but I was surprised to see him lower it almost straight away, and turn to walk my way.

  I gave him a questioning look but didn’t say anything; Griff wasn’t a big talker so I usually tried to keep communication with him to a minimum.

  He shook his head in annoyance. Jerking his thumb in the guys’ direction, he muttered, “Fucked if I could be bothered. They’re all yours. I don’t have the fucking inclination to deal with this shit today.”

  I nodded, thankful that Griff passed the job to me. It had been a shit week so far and I needed to get rid of my pent-up anger and frustration; these motherfuckers would help me with that. Griff pulled out his phone and made a call, leaving me to it.

  Adrenaline coursed through me. This was the best part of my job, and I was fucking good at it. The results spoke for themselves and the club often called me in to take care of their shit around the country. I took a step towards Dickhead Number One, my gaze glued to his. Fear lurked in the depths of his eyes, and rightly so. I lifted my chin at him, and asked, “You got the money or do we have to find another way to settle this?”

  He laid on the bullshit and I dug deep for the patience needed to deal with him. “I can probably come up with half of it by tomorrow,” he said.

  Failing to find any patience, I took one last stride in his direction, pulled my arm back, and smashed my fist into his face. I welcomed the blood that flew at me; I fucking lived for that blood. Not giving him time to catch a breath, I backed the first punch up with another one to his gut. He doubled over in agony, expletives streaming from his mouth. My mind wasn’t even processing his words; it was intently focused on delivering more pain to him. I continued to land punches on his face and body until he collapsed onto the ground and curled himself up into a ball, trying desperately to shelter himself from me.