THE DEVIL’S BRIDE

by April Lust

  Never again.

  My eyes burn and my erection has become painful and won’t desist. I’ve got to get away from here. I’ve got to escape from these new emotions I don’t understand.

  So I decide I’m going to leave Vivian in the hideout for a while. I’ve got to go digging for some information about the issue at hand. I’m going to ask around at the haunts of the two suspect MCs if anyone knows of a guy with a red birthmark on his cheek.

  I check in on Vivian one last time. She seems to be sound asleep.

  Outside on my bike, I decide The Croc is the best place to start. The Devils hang there all the time.

  Inside the bar, it’s smoky and loud. The music is harsh and urgent. Insistent. Like my want for Vivian. The clink of glasses can be heard over the crisp thunk of crashing billiard balls. Girls are sprawled all over the bikers, laughing and acting seductively. Suddenly they seem to hold no appeal for me. Their overt sexuality, the lewdness of their painted faces, the way they dress—they don’t look or act like Vivian does.

  Some of them are giving me hardcore fuck-me looks, but I ignore them.

  As I’m walking around, I’m getting looks from Midnight Devil bikers everywhere. But I already expected this. My eyes dimly pass over the girls dancing on poles on stage. I see tits jiggling everywhere, but for some reason, I’m just not interested.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I notice JT, the leader of the Midnight Devils, in the crowd. He comes forward.

  “Landon Lockhart,” he says, extending a hand towards me. I shake it out of allegiance to tradition and respect, but not friendship. He’s got a harelip that always makes it seem as if he’s smiling at you like the devil, but his eyes are as cold as ice.

  And that’s because he’s a fucking sociopath.

  “JT,” I respond.

  “And what brings you out here tonight, Landon? Hopefully nothing underhanded about to go down, eh?”

  “Naw, man,” I say. “Ain’t looking for trouble. I just happen to be looking for someone. Know of a guy with a big red birthmark on his right cheek?”

  He looks at me strangely at first, but soon his face settles back into that creepy-ass smile. “Nope. Let me think about it. Nope, not at all. Just why you lookin’ for him?”

  I don’t want to tell JT my business. But I don’t want to start anything, either. I’m just here to get information.

  “There was a plot to kidnap Vivian Grayson,” I say. “You happen to know anything about this?”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “Vivian? Steel Grayson’s very own? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole.”

  “So you don’t think it was any of your guys?”

  His eyes narrow at me. “That’s on a need-to-know basis.”

  “Well, I need to know. Is he one of your own?”

  “Nope. You know, Lan-man, you’ve got some nerve comin’ in here. What with all that happened with your dad and such.”

  My fingers curl involuntarily into hard fists. I want to deal him a blow to the head that would kill him instantly.

  “I’d rather you not talk about my father right now.”

  His yellow teeth seem to pop out of his mouth as he grins even wider. “Relax, man. No harm done, you know. Just some bad business back then. You understand.”

  My silence asserts that I really don’t understand. That I never understood.

  “So who’d Steel put in charge to watch over that fine little piece of ass?”

  I grit my teeth. Hard.

  “What? You? Landon fucking Lockhart? The Lan-man himself?” he starts laughing his ass off. His comrades beside him take their cue and start laughing, too. “I thought you were off limits to the little missy. Steel must be desperate. Seems like this might be a bigger deal than you think it is. And it seems kind of dangerous putting the safety of his precious little child in the hands of someone like you. What with your reputation, you know, for things.”

  I’ve got to keep my cool, even though I’m burning with rage. I want to reach out and break JT’s neck.

  “Hey, Landon,” he continues with that leering smile. “I got some really good white. Just came in, fresh. Want some to take with you?”

  He knows I’ve been clean for years.

  I’m counting my breaths. Vivian, I suddenly think. Keep it cool for Vivian.

  “Not interested, man. Oh, and don’t worry,” I say smoothly. “I’ll find out whoever was behind this. And they’ll be dealt with.” With that, I turn on my heels, intent on quietly leaving the bar.

  But someone stops me midway. The guy standing in front of me has a carrot-red shaved head and a thick Irish accent. I don’t recognize his colors.

  “Hey, man. I seen him. The one you’re lookin’ fer. He goes over to Starlight every Thursday night.”

  I’m wary, though I’m excited about the info. “Thanks, man.”

  “No problem,” he says, and turns and stalks away into the darkened recesses of the bar.

  # # #

  Two days later, on a frozen Thursday night, I find myself at Starlight.

  It’s a little more upscale than The Croc. There the girls wear tight, ruby-sequined dresses and pink wigs. But still I could care less about them.

  I walk up to the bar, and lo and behold, he’s there—the man with the red birthmark on his cheek.

  I approach him. When he sees me, he looks scared as fuck.

  “Tell me who you’re working for!” I snarl at him, grabbing him by the collar of his leather jacket and pushing him up against the bar. His breath reeks of beer and rotting teeth.

  “No one, man,” he tries to assure me. “I ain’t affiliated with no one!”

  “The hell you aren’t!”

  I’m going to take him down. I have never felt such rage before. I seethe and shake with it. My body is a battering ram that will annihilate everything in its range.

  My body wants to murder this man, to douse the flame that is his dull existence. All because he put his dirty hands on Vivian.

  My Vivian.

  We start to struggle. The rage in me won’t subside.

  Suddenly I take his neck between my hands and snap it like a twig. He falls quietly to the floor.

  I notice dimly he managed to give me a deep cut in the arm with his knife. I stumble out of the bar and onto my bike. Before the sound of the sirens gets too close, I ride to Blacktop Chaos’s headquarters.

  When I walk into the lobby, I notice there’s a light on in the meeting room.

  I go to check on who it is. And it’s her.

  Vivian.

  “I-I was looking for you,” she says nervously. “I just got this strange feeling that something was wrong. That you were possibly hurt.” Her eyes fall to my bleeding upper arm. “Oh my God. We’ve got to get that patched up. Do you know if there’s a first aid kit anywhere?”

  “I think there’s one behind the desk in the lobby,” I offer.

  She leaves to retrieve it. I sink into one of the meeting room chairs and hold my bleeding arm to my chest.

  Vivian comes back with some bandages and alcohol.

  “This is going to hurt a little,” she warns before dousing the cut in the stinging liquid. I inhale sharply and almost swear but I don’t let myself. I don’t want to frighten her away. Because I ache for her to be close to me.

  For her small, soft hands on me. Touching me everywhere. We haven’t touched since two days ago when I pleasured her with my hand.

  “I tried to find out about the guy with the birthmark,” I say, trying to distract myself. “I finally found him at a bar called Starlight. But he’s dead now. I killed him.”

  Vivian looks at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. “What? How could you do that, Landon? How could you put yourself in danger like that? It’s, it’s so stupid! So reckless!”

  I feel my face tighten with anger. “I did it for you, you know. To protect you.”

  “How can you protect me if you’re dead? Or if
you’re taken to jail? What would I do if something happened to you? I, I…” Her voice trails off. She lowers her eyes away from mine.

  “Landon…” Vivian trails off again. She seems to be pleading with me for something. She finishes bandaging me up, and lets herself sink into her father’s chair. She folds her hands across her lap and looks down.

  “What is it?” I ask softly.

  “Please…please don’t ever do that again, Landon. For me. I’m-I’m not worth it.”

  That sets me off. I take my hand and turn her face towards mine. “Don’t you talk like that about yourself, Vivian. Don’t ever talk like that about yourself. You are worth it. You’re more than worth it. I’ll protect you with my life. I swear it to you. Nobody’s ever going to hurt you.”

  The look in her eyes kills me. It hurts worse than a cigarette being stubbed out on my arm. I swear she’s going to cry.

  “No, don’t cry, babe. You don’t have to do that.”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” she sniffles. “I just…” Vivian shakes her head and sighs. “I just care about you, Landon.” She takes a deep breath and stares me deeply in the eyes. “I care about you a lot,” she whispers.

  And it happens so fast. I take my hand and hook it around her neck, bringing her face close to mine. I proceed to suck her lips harshly into my mouth.

  Yes, I think. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

  As we kiss passionately, I start unbuttoning her blouse. She’s grasping at my shirt, trying to get it off me. Finally she manages to lift it away from my arms. Her hands roam freely about my chest, feeling, learning. Knowing.

  My mouth is hungry for her tits again. I suck harshly at each nipple, feeling them harden under my tongue. Vivian is moaning my name, and I’m craving every bit of it.

  In one fluid motion I lift her skirt to her waist. “Lie back,” I say, excitement coursing through my veins.

  She obeys my command. I take the crotch of her panties and push it aside.

  I hold her open and stare openly at her. She has the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen. Her soft, moist, pink folds glisten in the low light. I spread those tiny curtains that hide her treasure. Her clit is hard and engorged, and she’s already clenching and leaking for me.

  I hook my arms around her legs and hold her down tight, so tight she won’t be able to move from me. Everything in me needs to taste her. I take my tongue and begin to lick at her succulent little clit.

  “Landon!” she cries out. I take her clit into my mouth, sucking softly, then harder. Finally I shut my teeth down upon it gently, shaking my mouth from side to side.

  She’s bucking against me like a wild animal. “Yes, please,” she cries. “Oh god, yes, Landon!”

  “Vivian,” I breathe into her wet, heated sex. My hands are fondling her tits hard, palming them and pushing them together as I bite and suck at her harshly, trying to consume her musky, womanly essence.

  I want to take everything that she is into me.

  With a harsh cry she comes for me, and hard. I can feel her wetness shooting out onto my lips.

  I lift myself up quickly and kiss her. “Can you taste yourself on me?” I ask heatedly.

  “Yes,” she says, her eyes drugged and heavy-lidded with desire.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Vivian. Fuck you hard and make you come even harder.”

  “Please…yes,” she begs me.

  I stand up beside her. “Take me out,” I command.

  She does so with what seems like a kind, haunted reverence for my body. She holds my cock tenderly in her hand. I practically explode as Vivian gently strokes me with her fingers. I’m hard and pulsing for her, and if she takes her hand away, I feel like I’ll die.

  “Oh my god, Landon, you’re so beautiful. So big. Can, can I taste you?” she asks, looking up at me with those wide, stunning hazel eyes.

  I grunt my assent.

  Vivian continues to hold me in her hand and licks gingerly over my smooth head.

  A harsh groan escapes my lips.

  “You’re wet there,” she observes. “What is that?”

  “It’s pre-come,” I tell her. “It’s because you excite me so much.”

  “Really? I do?”

  “Yes,” I laugh softly at her.

  “Then you don’t mind me doing this?”

  “Fuck no.”

  She takes the head of my cock and sucks it fully into her mouth while I suck in my breath. Her mouth feels fucking incredible. I’m in agony when she experiments by flicking her tongue along the underside of my shaft. Her soft hand lifts to massage my aching balls.

  Soon she lets her head rise and fall upon me, taking me all the way in, or as much as she can. Her hands are roaming up the backs of my legs. I want to gasp when I feel her grabbing hard at my ass.

  I’ve got my hands in her hair. I’m moaning. I’ve had a million blow jobs, but none of them like this.

  So innocent, so curious. So trusting.

  So fucking good.

  I can’t believe it, but I think I’m about to come. Already. Me, Landon Lockhart.

  I can last for hours. I’ve been known to exhaust women. I don’t want to spend myself. Not yet. So I push Vivian gently away.

  “I need to be inside you now,” I tell her.

  She nods her head. I can read the combination of lust and fear in her eyes.

  “Are you a virgin, Vivian?”

  “No, but…”

  “But what?”

  “It’s nothing, Landon. Please, please love me.”

  “Then come here.”

  I pull her down with me to the soft carpeting and hover above her. I lift her skirt once more and spread her legs open. She’s sopping for me.

  I take my hard, pulsating cock in my hand and guide it to her entrance. Tentatively I push the head inside her.

  Vivian whimpers and for a moment, I tense. I hate hurting her. She may not be a virgin, but I know she’s not very experienced.

  It’s agony. Pure torture. With everything I am, I want to ram myself inside her, quick and hard, thrusting deep into her body.

  “Fuck,” I say, trying to keep myself from moving further inside her.

  “Is, is everything alright?” she asks.

  “Yes. I just want to fuck you so hard.”

  Her eyes are on fire. Her cheeks blush flame-red.

  I can’t believe she’s asking me if I’m okay. I search her eyes. “Who was it that did a number on you?”

  “No one.”

  I’m too hungry for her to press the matter. All I want to do is push my dick further inside her.

  I start again. Trying to push the head of my cock inside her impossibly tight, wet passage.

  “Landon,” she puts her hands on my chest as I hover above her. “Just do it. I can take the pain.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Fuck me like you want to. I need to feel you inside me.”

  I’m finding it hard to stay in control any longer. The one woman in the world I have ever fallen in love with is begging me to claim her, mark her, and make her mine.

  I plunge myself deep inside her body.

  Nothing has ever felt so right. It’s like her body has been crafted especially for mine.

  Vivian cries out in mingled pain and ecstasy.

  I reach out to smooth the hair from her forehead that’s covered with a fine sheen of sweat. But at the same time my trembling body won’t stop pummeling hers.

  “Vivian,” I say through gritted teeth.

  “Yes, Landon. Fuck me like this,” she whispers. She looks down between both our legs at our joined flesh. “Oh, why does it feel so good?”

  “Oh my God, Vivian.”

  I’ve got one of her ankles in each of my hands. I keep her legs spread wide open as I pound into her. But I don’t want to come. Not yet.

  I slip from her body, and she moans in protest.

  “I’m sorry, baby. But I want to be inside you as deeply as possible. Ride me, Vi
vian.”

  I turn over on my back and pull her towards me.

  “What do I do?” she asks.

  “Sit on me. Take my cock deep into you.”

  Vivian obeys me and begins to move slowly upon my body. I’m lost in an oblivion of sensation. Her head falls back as my hands reach up to grasp at her breasts. Soon we find a slow but delicious rhythm, matching each other’s thrusts. I push high and to the hilt inside her, so deep I can feel my dick hitting her womb. She whimpers and moans and sighs, catching me every time with her tight, slick, heavenly pussy.