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

by Natasha Thomas

  Knight put Lena on a pedestal when they first met; they were both young and idealistic in their view of the world. As Knight fell more in love with her, he became blind to Lena’s faults, not that I can blame him for that. For years, I, myself chose ignorance over acceptance when it came to Knight’s flaws while I pined away for him.

  After learning of her betrayals, about the never ending string of lies, Lena had fed him throughout the course of their marriage, the crowning glory that led to the destruction of Lena’s pedestal was when Knight found out about the abortions.

  Lena’s carefully constructed web of deceit fell apart when Knight confronted her. The lies were exposed and the level deception Lena had stooped to, what she had done made a mockery out of their marriage. That left Knight devastated and alone to face the glaring reality that the woman he once loved with his whole heart wasn’t the woman he had idealized for over a decade. But even though he was armed with new information that should have changed everything, I watched Knight struggle to reconcile what he now knew with what his outdated perception of Lena.

  That’s why I have to end this. That’s why I have to set my husband free. Not to turn the knife, gouging open an already gaping wound, but to give Knight the closure he deserves. Lena isn’t the woman he believed her to be, and that’s not my jealousy talking. In saying that, I despise the fact that she had him in her life, her bed, and was in his heart for years, but I’m not envious of what they shared.

  What Knight and I share supersedes anything they could have had together. Our relationship was built on a foundation of friendship and honesty. Above everything else Knight was my friend, we have history between our families, and I respect who he is as a person.

  I’m not naïve; I know I’m not his first and only love, but I will be his last. Sometimes it can take a messy breakup, failed relationship, or a broken marriage to show us the person we planned a future with wasn’t ‘the one’ but stepping stone to something better. Something bigger. Something so all-consuming and powerful that it overshadows everything and everyone that came before it. Or, at least, that’s what I like to believe.

  The warmth of Mia’s hand and the heat of Knight’s eyes boring into my back gives me a renewed sense of strength to finish this once and for all, reminding me of what’s important. Or in this case, who’s important.

  I debated with myself whether to leave it at a couple of broken fingers and a dislocated thumb, but came to the conclusion that since I don’t intend to see Lena again after today, it’s now or never. Knight and I are starting a new chapter of our lives – one that doesn’t include the ghosts of his past – but instead, a future filled with as much happiness and laughter as I can give him.

  Crouching down beside Lena, she wisely shuffles backward, putting about a foot of space between us.

  “There’s something to be said for compassion and forgiveness, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what it is. I’ve only got one more thing to say to you, Lena, before you crawl back under whatever rock it is you’ve been hiding under. And that’s, don’t come back. Don’t come back to Lower Falls. Don’t come back to the clubhouse. And don’t come back for Knight. If you get your shit together, manage to get clean, stay in rehab, and decide to follow the twelve step program, do not come back to try and make amends with the people you’ve hurt. The thing about choices is that when we make them, they come with a set of consequences. Yours just happens to be living with the damage you’ve caused.”

  And with that, I’m done. Pulling back my fist, I drive it into the side of Lena’s face and watch as she crumples to the floor.

  *****

  “It probably makes me an asshole getting hard when I saw you hit her, but I won’t lie; that shit was hot, baby,” Knight growls in my ear.

  Hours later, we’re lying facing each other in Knight’s huge bed, and I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. Regardless of my man’s penchant for bloodthirsty, violent women, I, however, am not smiling because I hurt Lena. Although, she did deserve everything she got and then some. No, my smile is one of pure, unadulterated relief.

  It’s finally over. Lena is out of our lives for good, and I can’t even begin to explain how happy that makes me. Not that I have time to, seeing as my husband seems to have developed somewhat of an insatiable appetite this afternoon.

  Knight lifts his massive body over top of me and slides down until his face is buried between my legs, proving my point. We didn’t bother to throw clothes on after our last round – our fourth – when we stumbled into the kitchen to find actual food instead of feasting off each other, so Knight has full access to my pussy, which he uses to his advantage.

  Skimming his hands up the inside of my thighs, he spreads me open, wide, and runs his nose along my slit.

  “Fuck, you smell delicious.” Darting out his tongue, Knight swipes it down my core once, then pulls away to grin up at me. “And you taste even better.”

  I sink my fingers into his hair, tugging on the sex-tousled strands playfully.

  “Are you going to get to work or if I want the job done properly do I have to do it myself?” I ask, moving one hand over my breast then down my stomach.

  “I don’t fucking think so,” he rumbles in answer to my teasing. “No one gets you off but me. My fingers, my mouth, or my cock; those are your only options, baby. But for now, I’m making the choice for you. I want you to come on my tongue, and then I’m going to sink my cock inside your tight, wet pussy and fuck it so hard you forget your own name.”

  I’m reduced to murmurs and whimpers in seconds as Knight holds my pussy open and spears his tongue inside. Knight takes everything I have to give him and more. My hips have a mind of their own at this point, restlessly rubbing back and forth, grinding against his face as I use him to get off. Honestly, it doesn’t take long; my man is skilled at eating pussy.

  Sucking my clit into his mouth, Knight bites down gently and my back arches off the bed. I can feel his fingers digging into my thighs, and I know they’ll leave bruises, but that fraction of a second of pain only serves to heighten my impending orgasm.

  “Oh, Jesus. Fuck yes. Right there,” I moan, the sound husky even to my own ears.

  Knight loosens his hold on my leg, bringing his hand in between our bodies, he roughly shoves three fingers inside me.

  “Knees up. Put your feet flat on the bed and lift your hips up for me, baby,” he instructs.

  Doing as I’m told, I watch as Knight snatches a pillow from beside me and positions it under me. He does this without removing his fingers, the whole time continuing to piston them in and out of my now dripping core.

  “Now let your knees drop open and show me what’s mine.”

  God, I love it when he gets all possessive and demanding. All those women out there who are currently up in arms, bitching about me setting the feminist movement back a hundred years at that statement can go suck a bag of dicks. In fact, it would probably do you some good. That and maybe an orgasm or two from a man who knows what he’s doing for once.

  Knight moves quickly after I follow his instructions, coming up to kneel between my legs. He takes one ass cheek in each hand, and it’s then that I know what he’s going to ask me next.

  “Reach down and grab my cock, guide me home, Zara.”

  Hell yes! Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, I position the crown of his cock at my entrance and moan when I feel the head slip inside. Knight is nothing if not controlled, though. He doesn’t let me have more than a couple of inches before he pulls back agonizingly slowly.

  “More. Please, give me more,” I whimper. But it’s useless because until Knight’s ready, he won’t succumb to any of my pleas.

  Instead, Knight leans down and captures my mouth in a scorching hot kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and while I never liked it with any of the men who came before him, with Knight it’s erotic, and strangely, I find myself, even more, turned on.

  Nipping at my lower lip, Knight looks into my eyes
and groans,

  “Brace yourself, baby.” That’s the only warning I get before he thrusts into me, hard.

  It’s taken a while for me to get used to the size of his cock, to be able to take him all at once. At first, it hurt. Not a lot, but the bite of pain was intense, albeit fleeting. Now, though. Well, now the only intense anything I feel is pleasure. The sensation of his cock tunneling in and out of my pussy while Knight licks and sucks on my nipples is almost as good as actually having an orgasm. Almost.

  Knight angles his hips to thrust deeper, dragging me closer so that my ass is resting just above his knees.

  “Fuck, your cunt is tight, baby,” he growls, holding onto my hips now.

  Repeatedly slamming into me until my vision blurs and my eyes are rolling back in my head, I scream as Knight rips my orgasm from me. Because that’s what it feels like; that I’m not in control of my own body, instead, Knight is. Which for the most part, is hot as hell. However, on the flip side, it can be fucking annoying too. In particular, when I need to come so desperately that I’m begging and clawing at him, but Knight still denies me what I want.

  In a move I will have to give him credit for later, Knight maneuvers us further up the bed so that my back is pressed against the headboard and my legs are wrapped around his waist. His head drops to my shoulder, sinking his teeth into his favorite spot as he begins to fuck me in earnest.

  “Don’t wait for me,” he says, the vibrations of his voice over my skin makes me shiver. “I want to feel you come apart around me. I want your cunt to milk me dry. And I want it now.”

  Crying out, I throw my head back and grind my hips into his pelvis. My inner walls squeeze down around his cock as I feel my climax building, and my pussy becomes wetter the moment Knight’s cock begins to throb incessantly. The sounds of our bodies slapping together only fuels me to take him deeper, to make Knight as crazy for me as I am for him.

  The heated look Knight is giving me is too much. The way he loves me so completely, his fierce protective streak, and the adoration Knight shows me when he touches me reverently is enough to trigger my orgasm and wrench another scream from my lips. But as I go to bury my face in his chest, Knight tilts my head up with one finger under my chin.

  “Never hide from me, Zara. I need to see you feel it too.”

  Touching my lips to his in a softly, I stare into his eyes as we both come apart together. Not once do I close my eyes or myself off from him. I let him have what he wants. I let him see the how profound the love I feel for him is, how much I need and want him in my life, and how perfect we are together.

  I use my body to show him what I can’t possibly put into words. With every spasm, pulse, thrust, and kiss, I tell him that he owns me, that I trust him implicitly. And in turn, Knight reciprocates.

  Driving into me once, twice, three more times, Knight plants himself inside me to the hilt as thick jets of come fill me up to overflowing.

  “I love you, baby. So fucking much.”

  “I love you too, Knight. Then, now, and always, honey,” I moan as he glides in and out of my swollen pussy.

  Knight’s hand closes around the base of his shaft as he wrings the last of his release from his cock. Pulling out, Knight uses just the tip to rub his come into my pussy lips and over my mound, only stopping for a few short seconds to jerk the last few drops onto my clit.

  Slumping onto the mattress on his side, Knight gathers me into his arms and presses soft kisses to the back of my neck.

  “You’re not showering. Not now. Not later. Maybe never again. I love the smell of my come all over you.”

  “One day we’re going to have to address your caveman tendencies, you do know that right?” I say, trying to keep the smile out of my voice because truthfully, I love it too.

  “Address them all you want, baby, but it won’t change a damn thing,” Knight grumbles, nuzzling his face into my hair that’s splayed out over both of our pillows. “I like marking you. My rings are on your finger, my baby is in your belly, and my bite marks are on your neck. The only thing left is to paint you with my come. I just made a good start on that, but once I’m finished with you tonight every single inch of you will smell like me, then there will be no denying who you belong to.”

  “I don’t think there was any doubt to begin with, honey,” I giggle. “You made your point pretty clear to the last guy who looked at me what would happen if people didn’t keep their eyes to themselves.”

  “Damn right I did, but it’s still not enough,” he replies, positioning his already rock hard erection between my legs.

  The head of his cock bumps my clit before he buries himself inside of me. Knight takes me slowly this time. His touches are soft, coaxing my body to open for him. The heat of him against my back does nothing to erase the shivers that race down my spine as Knight drags his cock back and forth making me ache with want.

  Our dance lasts for what feels like forever. Knight teases my nipples into tight buds, licking and sucking every inch of skin he can, and I do the same. My hand reaches for the base of his cock, feeling where we’re joined and then dips lower until my I’m cupping his balls, rolling them gently.

  Eventually, neither of us can hold back anymore, and Knight empties himself inside of me just as I crest the peak and orgasm harder than I ever have before.

  Still panting, Knight turns me to face him, kissing me soundly and stealing the last of my breath. At the same time, his large palm cups my pussy and two thick fingers enter my core with aching tenderness.

  Pumping them in and out half a dozen or so times, Knight withdraws them from my body and bring them up to his eye level. Satisfied with whatever he sees when he looks at them, he glides them across both of my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples.

  With slow, methodical movements, he rings my areolas, teases my nipples, and paints the entirety of both of my breasts with his sticky come.

  “Fucking perfect,” he mumbles, flicking his tongue over the upper swell of my left breast.

  “Mmhmm,” I moan in response, loving the way his mouth feels on me.

  If this is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life, then sign me up. Knight may be possessive, altogether too bossy at times, and a royal pain in my ass all the others, but he’s mine, and I love him. And in the end, that’s all that matters.

  EPILOGUE

  ~ Knight ~

  “Guns don’t kill people. Dad’s with beautiful daughters kill people and know exactly where to bury the body.”

  – Knight’s advice on how to deal with boyfriends

  Five years later…

  “If you don’t stand still, I’m going to turn you over my knee again, but this time, I’ll lodge my cock so far down your throat you’ll be tasting me for a week,” I snap at my less than cooperative wife.

  “This is all your fault, so I don’t understand why you’re getting pissy with me,” Zara huffs, trying to wrestle the hem of her too fucking short dress down another inch.

  “How the hell do you figure that?” I fire back, trying to ignore the heated stares coming from some of the other men in the room that are directed solely at my wife. Zara was beautiful at eighteen. She was stunning at twenty-four when I married her. But now…now my wife is a fucking knockout.

  Four kids in as many years hasn’t done anything to detract from her beauty. If anything it’s only served to heighten it. Zara’s hips are only slightly wider, but her belly is still perfectly flat and toned as are her thighs. My woman’s curves are more pronounced, riper, more mouthwatering, especially her phenomenal tits. Fuck but I love her tits.

  What were large D-cups that overflowed my large palms before, are now DD’s that beg my mouth to play with them at every available opportunity. Like now for example.

  Running the tip of one finger across the swell of her tits where they’re popping out the top of her dress, I all but drool all over her when I see Zara’s nipples tighten in response to my touch.

  “Fuck, I’m go
nna come in my pants,” I groan, pressing down on my cock and telling him to calm the hell down. “How long until we can get out of here? If I don’t get inside you soon, there’s a good chance I’ll nut myself, and you’ll be cleaning that shit up with your tongue,” I warn.

  Zara visibly shudders at my filthy words, and I love it. I love that after over five years together she still wants me just as much as she did in the beginning if not more.

  As my finger tugs at the fabric of her dress, Zara swats at my hand and levels me with a glare.

  “I don’t like you right now, so go find someone else to bother until I get over it and forget how badly I want to maim you.”

  Biting down on her earlobe, I grunt,

  “You fucking love me. Now for my sake and yours, stop fucking moving.”

  “And how pray tell am I supposed to do that? I can’t stand here like a statue for the next two hours, so you’re just going to have to get over it. And besides, you picked this dress. If you didn’t want me to wear it, then you should have bought the hessian sack from the feed store instead,” she states, her mouth turning into a scowl.