Vengeance MC Box Set - Volume 2: Gage ~ Cash ~ Knight (Vengeance MC series Book 8)

by Natasha Thomas

As much as I want to carry her back to my room, I release her to slide down the length of my body, feeling every inch of the hard on I’ve been sporting for her as I cover what only I’ll be seeing for now on.

  But before I can drag her off to my lair and have my wicked way with her, Zara takes a step back, exclaiming,

  “Wait!”

  Leaning into her, I run my tongue across her pulse that’s slamming erratically at her throat and murmur,

  “No more waiting, baby. If I don’t get inside your tight, hot cunt in the next two minutes, I’m going to lose my shit and fuck you where you stand.”

  “No, no,” she shakes her head. “I don’t mean wait to fuck me because God knows I want it just as much as you do, but wait because I have something that I have to tell you first.”

  Slamming her much smaller body into mine, not able to tolerate any sort of distance between us, I palm her ass and command,

  “Hurry up, baby because I’m about to come in my jeans from just touching you. I never thought I was an ass man until you, but now all I can think about is pushing my cock inside that tight little hole while I fuck your pussy with my fingers.”

  Zara shivers at my filthy words but not in a way that tells me she’s turn off by them. In fact, if anything, it seems my little vixen is even hotter for me now.

  Distracted by the possibilities of what I’m going to do to her, I dip one thick finger into her bikini and trace the wetness leaking from her slit. She’s dripping for me, coating my fingertip with her cream which I bring to my mouth and suck off slowly.

  Her eyes dilate and her breathing stutters, but Zara isn’t one to be ignored easily when she wants to be heard. Digging her fingers into my biceps that she’s been using to steady herself, she leans into me whispering,

  “I love you too, Knight.”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  ~ Knight ~

  “LSHMSFOADIAMT: Laughing so hard my sombrero falls off and I drop my taco.”

  – Knight’s random drunk text to Zara

  The trip up to my room is a blur. After Zara told me she loves me, I wrapped the towel around her shoulders, gave her ten seconds to get her shit, and then picked her up, stalking toward the hotel entrance intent on getting her somewhere private as fast as humanly possible.

  In the elevator, I slammed her up against the wall and devoured her mouth, taking everything she would give me and then some. My hands had minds of their own, touching, pinching, grabbing at Zara’s curves and committing them to memory. By the time we reached the twenty-ninth floor, my cock was rebelling, and Zara’s tits were free.

  The door to my room had barely clicked shut before I tore the bikini that had been taunting me from her body and threw Zara on the bed. But looking down at her now, the woman who owns my heart, that I want nothing more than to make my wife, I can’t bring myself to ram my cock into her and fuck her like I want to. Zara needs slow and gentle from me right now, and I’ll be damned if I don’t ache to give her just that.

  My jeans, boots, and T-shirt disappeared somewhere between the door and the bed, leaving us both naked and exposed to one another. While it’s the first time I’ve seen Zara completely bare and laid out for me, I’ve spent countless nights imagining her exactly like this. What I didn’t imagine were the piercings and how much fucking harder they were going to make it for me to control myself.

  Naturally, the Monroe and tongue piercings didn’t come as a shock, neither did the fact that, at some point, in the last two months Zara got both of her nipples pierced. After all, I had just been sucking on those two perfect tips, rolling the barbells between my teeth as she rode the stiff ridge of my cock. The hood piercing, framing her hard, swollen clit is a surprise, though.

  The flash of metal with a sparkling jewel decorating the end has my mouth watering as I climb between her thighs, spreading them open so I can take a closer look.

  “Fucking hell,” I hiss when I see the entirety of the twelve-gauge barbell.

  “Um, just asking, but is everything okay down there?” Zara questions as she props herself up on her elbows. She knows what she’s doing to me, opening herself up to me like this. Her smug grin gives her away immediately.

  “No, everything is not okay,” I grunt, swiping my tongue through the wetness coating her lower lips. “Who the fuck did you let touch your pretty, pink pussy to pierce it, baby?”

  I sound like a Neanderthal even to my ears, but I don’t care. The fact that she allowed someone else to see her like this, to get close enough to spread her pussy lips makes me insane with jealousy. Jealousy so crippling it hits me with the force of a ten-ton truck.

  “A friend,” she moans as my mouth descends on her clit, sucking it into my mouth roughly.

  “Who?” I demand, stroking a finger up and down her slit, rimming the tight rosette of her ass.

  “No-no one.”

  “Tell me. Now,” I rasp, my control slipping another notch.

  Zara’s back bows off the bed when my little finger steadily pushes its way into her ass and my index and middle finger slam inside her cunt. My tongue probes her entrance, sliding alongside my fingers as I eat her pussy ravenously.

  Her taste is intoxicating, stealing my breath and my sanity. I’m not going to last long at the rate. My cock is already throbbing, pulsing against the mattress with to urge to come. I’ll hold back, try to save every drop until I’m buried deep inside her, but if Zara doesn’t answer me soon, it will all be for nothing because I’m balancing on the edge as it is.

  Closing her eyes, Zara swallows rhythmically as her pelvis thrusts further into my hand. I know she’s close, I know she wants to come desperately, but I plan on withholding her orgasm from her until she answers my question.

  “Fucking answer me,” I push, grabbing her hold of one hip, pinning her to the bed. “Tell me who you let touch what’s mine.”

  Her mouth opens, forming a perfect O, my fingers hit her G-spot causing Zara to throw back her head in ecstasy as she spasms around them. Her pussy walls flutter, clamping down around my fingers as I continue to work them in and out of her. And I know then that I’m going to say fuck the plan and take her.

  “I need your hands on me, baby,” I groan, thrusting against the mattress. “I want you to reach down and take my cock in your fist. Long, hard strokes, Zara. Show me how much you want me.”

  She doesn’t hesitate to work her hand between our sweat-slicked bodies, grasping the base of my cock in her tiny fist.

  “Oh god, Knight,” she hums in approval. “You’re fucking huge. I don’t think it’s going to fit,” Zara mutters more to herself than to me.

  Chuckling at her reaction the air is sucked from my lungs when her hand begins moving. Zara squeezes the tip causing more pre-come to leak which she uses as lube to work me over. I should be embarrassed that I’m about to blow from just the feel of her hand on me, but I’m not. I couldn’t care less that my woman is capable of reducing me to a horny teenager, ready to jizz at a moment’s notice.

  “Fuck me. That’s it. Just like that, baby,” I encourage, thrusting into her hand.

  Zara’s pussy is gushing now; her juices dripping down my chin and soaking the sheets. Rational thought has gone out the window, my need for her growing by the second when she murmurs,

  “Aislinn’s step-mom, Adelyn did my piercing.”

  And just like that my control snaps.

  “I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to be inside you. Now.”

  Snatching my hand back, causing a quiet whimper to escape her throat, I raise myself over her and align the head of my cock with the entrance of her pussy,

  “You okay with taking me bare because I don’t want anything between us. I’m clean, baby. I was tested last month before I did that charity fight, but I haven’t been with anyone for weeks before that.”

  A look of shock flits through Zara’s eyes, but she doesn’t voice the question I know is lingering there. She’s wondering if I’m telling the truth; if I’ve included the wom
en that are clients of Dark Knights.

  The honest answer is, no. I haven’t fucked anyone in two months. The last of my clients wanted threesomes, and while I relented and played the voyeur, I wasn’t going to stick my dick in any of them. While they weren’t happy with my stipulations, me only agreeing to watch while Locke fucked them as long as they understood there’d be no touching – them or me – all three women eventually conceded so that they would have the opportunity to be in the room with both of us.

  I can’t say I enjoyed any of the three times I watched my best friend get those women off. It sickened me when I thought about what Zara would think of what I was doing. The fact that I wasn’t touching them, that I couldn’t come even if I wanted to – which I didn’t – didn’t sit well with me. And I doubted it would with her.

  Grabbing a hold of my cock, I run it through Zara’s wetness but restrain myself from slipping inside.

  “Three,” I groan as her cream coats the head of my cock and drips down my shaft onto the smooth skin of my balls.

  “Three what,” Zara asks breathlessly, tilting her pelvis trying to force me inside her.

  “Three women I watched get fucked by your brother,” I mutter, watching her reactions carefully.

  At first, Zara goes to pull back, but I trap her with my body, caging her in with my arms.

  “Move,” she demands.

  Like fuck.

  “Listen to me,” I growl in her ear, feeling like that’s all I’m ever asking her. “I didn’t fuck them. I didn’t want to. I couldn’t have when all I thought about was you.” Grinding myself against her heat, I lick the length of her neck. “Do you know how much I fucking hated being there, watching that? I’ve never hated seeing a woman come, listening as her orgasm crested and she came apart at the seams more than I hated it then.”

  “Then why?” Zara mumbles, turning her face away from me hoping that I don’t notice the tears welling in her eyes.

  “Because it was me proving to myself I was right,” I reply cryptically. “I was right to take my name off the website. I was right to remove myself from the roster. And I was right about you. I’ve known for months that you are my game changer, baby. Fucking months. As soon as you stepped inside the doors of the gym, I knew it was time for me to step up and tell you how I feel about you. The timing was shit, my business was drowning, and Lena was divorcing me, but that didn’t change a fucking thing. I wanted you then, and I want you now. I’ll want you forever if you’ll have me that long.”

  “Knight,” Zara sobs at my confession. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why couldn’t you just tell me that? It would have saved us both a lot of heartache along the way.”

  It’s true, it would have. Kissing Zara until we’re both breathless, I look deep into her eyes and say,

  “Because I wasn’t good enough for you then. I may never be good enough for you, never deserve your brand of sweetness, but I’m fucking selfish, and I’m taking it anyway. I needed time to get my shit in order, baby. I didn’t want to come to you and beg you to love me while I was still fucking other women for money. The last thing you deserved was to think you were one of many when you’re the only one I’ve ever really wanted.”

  Placing a finger over my lips, Zara shakes her head.

  “Don’t say that. Don’t say things that aren’t true,” she chastises. “You were married, Knight, so we both know I’m not your one. Your second maybe, but not your one and only.”

  The sadness that fills me to think she actually believes that is monumental, and I don’t know how to explain it to Zara so that she understands. But I know that I have to.

  Rolling to my back so that Zara’s perched on top of me, straddling my waist, I grab a hold of her hips and position her so that my cock is resting along the length of her pussy.

  “There’s a difference between thinking and knowing, baby,” I begin. “I thought Lena was ‘the one’ but it only took one look at you when you were fifteen to know I was fucking wrong.”

  Her sharp intake of breath lets me know I’m getting to her, but I can’t stop the flood of words now that they’re finally flowing.

  “Locke warned me to stay away from you. Told me that if I touched you, he’d bury me where no one would ever find the body. That’s not what kept me away, though, Zara. I kept my distance because I didn’t trust myself not to touch you. You were so young, so beautiful, so fucking perfect and I didn’t want to spoil that. And I would have. I would have fucking ruined you back then. My head was fucked up, and so was my marriage. Shit hadn’t been right between Lena and me for months when I first met you, and it only got worse after that.”

  “Knight, you don’t have to do this,” Zara implores.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I fucking do,” I say, leaning up and kissing Zara gently. Flopping back against the pillows, I go on. “I know about the abortions, Zara. I didn’t then, but I do now. I thought it was strange that there were times she wouldn’t let me touch her when Lena was usually all but begging for it,” I say, feeling Zara flinch above me.

  As uncomfortable as this is going to make Zara, she has to know the whole story.

  “One thing that wasn’t broken in our relationship was Lena’s sex drive. She was insatiable, most days wanting it more often than I did.”

  “Stop. Please stop,” Zara whispers.

  Caressing her belly, I ignore her pleas and keep going, knowing that when I’m done, she’ll feel differently about wanting me to stop.

  “I’m not stupid; I knew there was something going on, but I trusted her to be honest with me. That’s one thing we’d always been; honest with each other. I could have caught her in her lies earlier if I’d gone looking for them, but I wanted to give Lena the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to believe we could salvage our marriage because it was your salvation, Zara. Me being married to her was the only thing saving you from me. If I wasn’t, I would have come for you the day you turned eighteen, and you would have never gotten the chance to live without me by your side. We both know that I’m a controlling asshole, so how do you think that would have played out for you?”

  I watch as it hits her, Zara’s eyes widening in recognition of what I’m saying.

  “Yeah, baby. That’s what I thought,” I mutter with a grin. “I would have wanted you at my side twenty-four by seven. You would have been in my bed every night, and have woken up every morning with my cock inside you. You would have been the mother of my children before you were ready, and you probably would have hated me for it. You needed to live, Zara. Live without my dominant ass telling you where to be and when. I did this as much for you as I did it for me.”

  Slapping my chest, Zara hisses,

  “And who died and made you God? Who gave you the right to make my decisions for me and take away my freedom of choice?”

  I take both of her small hands in one of mine and flip her to her back before she can continue to rant at me. Slipping the head of my cock between her folds, I grit out,

  “I fucking did. I was married, and you deserved better than a man who couldn’t give you all of himself. You still deserve better, but at least now I can promise you forever and mean it. There’s nothing tying me to Lena or Dark Knights anymore, except for running the admin side of it, which means I’m all yours if you want me. Not that it matters if you do or not,” I add as an afterthought. “Because I’m never letting you go regardless of what you decide.”

  “Oh, Knight. You’re such a fucking asshole,” she groans, rolling her eyes. “But, you’re my asshole so, in the end, I suppose that’s got to count for something, right?”

  Winking at her, I drop my head and kiss her again. I decide we can finish this conversation later, much later, maybe never as I feel Zara start to wriggle beneath me.

  “Something you need?” I ask, knowing full well what she wants.

  Pretending to think about it, Zara smirks.

  “No, I don’t need anything, but I want it. And if you make me wait much longer, there’s one particular pa
rt of you that’s going to regret it,” Zara snaps, tilting her hips up to meet mine.

  I give up fighting with myself to hold back and with one swift thrust, I drive my cock inside Zara’s welcoming heat.

  “Fuck,” I mutter.

  Gathering every ounce of self-control I have left, praying that I don’t come instantly, I grab the back of Zara’s neck and kiss her fiercely. She wraps her legs around my waist on instinct, allowing me to go deeper with each thrust of my hips.

  Zara moans and whimpers as the base of my shaft rubs against her hood piercing, heightening her pleasure and causing her pussy to tighten around my dick with every stroke.

  I want to own this woman. I want to feel her come undone for me; spiral out of control until all she can do is beg me to stop and plead for me at the same time. I want her to need me as much as I need her. I want her to be my wife and promise that she’ll never leave me.

  With her body tensing in preparation for her orgasm, I bottom out inside her cunt, hitting the entrance to her womb. Never in all of the times I fucked my ex-wife did I want to impregnate her as much as I do Zara right now. I know it sounds all kinds of screwed up, especially when I’d wanted kids with Lena so much, but I can’t help what I feel.