Wrecked & Reclaimed (Sacred Sinners MC - Texas Chapter Book 5)

by Bink Cummings

  Still unsure of how to proceed, I toy with the hem of my shirt. “You don’t have to wear a mask with me. You know that. Just be yourself.” I’m calm, the inflections in my voice designed to soothe, not demand.

  Kade balls his hands into fists and presses his knuckles against the floor. Some pop, pop, and the floorboards groan from the pressure. “Fuck,” he growls like a hurt animal.

  I mash my lips together, watching him struggle. And it’s hard, so very hard to witness, that it makes me ache in places I didn’t realize could ache.

  It’s gonna be okay, sweet man. I’ve got you. I’m here.

  Itching to touch him, to help, I reach out with unsteady fingers and comb them through his hair, nails scraping along his scalp. “Please show me.”

  Kade goes stiff.

  I hold my breath, and he does the same.

  Did I fuck up?

  The air crackles with electricity.

  My pulse quickens.

  Twenty seconds tick by and I count them one by one, before Kade’s breath releases and with it tension bleeds from his form.

  I scratch his scalp again, testing his reaction, and he practically purrs.

  Kade then lifts his head, just enough to see my state of undress. “You took off your pants.”

  A sense of relief detonates in my chest. “How nice of you to notice.”

  “There’s a scar on your leg.” Kade draws a finger up the silver line, and I shiver on contact.

  “Yes.” A scar I will never forget.

  “Will you tell me it’s story?”

  “Will you stand up?” If he can be brave, then I can, too.

  “If you promise to tell me.”

  “What if I’m not ready to tell you all of it.”

  “Then a piece.”

  “A piece, I can do.” That’s a fair request.

  True to his word, Kade touches my scar one final time before he stands to his full height and I gasp. I can’t help it.

  “You’re beautiful,” I blurt as my greedy eyes soak him in, every dip and plane of masculine perfection. In all my life I’ve never seen someone so… I can’t even put it to words. There’s nothing I could say to describe the sight before me. Beautiful, doesn’t do him justice. The lines of carved muscles in his thighs are breathtaking, all the way to his tight sac that hangs below a bobbing cock. A string of pre-cum drips from his slit and stretches toward the ground before it lands, in a small dot beside his foot.

  “Christ. You can’t fuckin’ say that.” Nervous, Kade massages the nape of his neck. His bicep contracts with each squeeze, putting on a different kind of show he doesn’t even realize is happening.

  My fingertips buzz, craving connection, wanting to trace the shape of his tattoos, to touch his warm skin. Keeping them occupied until the time is right, I continue to fiddle with the hem of my shirt, wringing it half to death as it skims the band of my panties. “I… why not? You’re… gorgeous.” Those firm pecs, just look at them. Sure, I’ve seen them before, but not like this.

  “Swan. Please stop lookin’ at me like that. I’m serious.”

  “Like what?” How am I looking at him? In awe? Because that would be the truth.

  “Like you care. Like you…” His raspy voice tapers off in a long and sensuous groan. His dick flexes, and my center revels at the sight, tightening in unexpected hunger.

  Raking my gaze up his form, committing every inch to memory, I pause to appreciate Kade’s best feature, his face. It’s my favorite part beyond what’s inside. “Like I, what?” I prompt.

  Staring elsewhere, he shakes his head, brushing off my question. “Nothing.”

  “This is hard for me,” I admit, “but you have to know I care. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” You’re worth it, and I don’t understand why. But you are. You matter. You’re important. The last bit I can’t speak aloud. It’s far too much to reveal here and now. Not in his current state, or mine.

  Kade threads his fingers behind his neck, elbows out. His head tips back, eyes pinch shut. “Fuck.” The long column of his throat bobs as he swallows, his voice gruff.

  “What?” Did I say something wrong?

  A hand falls to his chest, where Kade rubs a fist against his breastbone, right above his heart. “When you say things like that… lookin’ at me like you are… I’ve… Fuck… Nobody’s ever done that before, okay?”

  “Nobody has ever said they cared about you?”

  “Not like that. Not like this.” He gestures between us blindly.

  Then it dawns on me…

  A light bulb flares to life inside my brain and everything becomes crystal clear. Where I might not have been loved by a mother or a father, I still had the love of a good man. Who cherished me and found me pretty, even when I couldn’t see it. Kade’s never known what true love can feel like. Real, soul-burning passion. Love that makes you breathless and giddy all in the same moment. Love that endures even in death. Even in the darkness. Even when there’s nothing left of who you once were, it lingers, hanging on by a translucent strand. This beautiful soul has never had that. Nobody to truly accept all of him, even the malicious parts he battles day in and day out. But I understand him. I accept him, just as he accepts me.

  Needing the truth to soak into the atmosphere, for him to understand, to really hear me out, I repeat what needs to be said. “I. Care.”

  “Stop. Please.” His bottom lip quivers and cheeks pinken.

  There’s no way I can or will ever let this go. He deserves the truth. “No. Because for what feels like years, even if it hasn’t been that long, you’ve been chasing after me. Forcing me to feel things. Forcing me to share things I wouldn’t normally share. From the very first day, you stepped up and let your intentions be known. That’s the kind of man you are. You own your feelings even if they don’t make any sense to the rest of us.”

  “I knew that day.” Kade scratches his abs, keeping his fingers busy.

  “I know you did. I’m a little slow on the uptake, because we don’t know each other that well. For some crazy reason, I want us to. I promised I wouldn’t run tonight, and I won’t. But you have to quit fighting your demons. They’re wearing you out.” Ripping him apart for no reason.

  “I’m fucked up, Rosie. So, fucked up.”

  “I know, handsome. I know. Let them go. Stop. Fighting. There’s nobody here but us, and we both know you’d never hurt me.” I want… no, I need to see it all.

  “Swan…I…”

  “Set. Them. Free.”

  Kade shuffles to his nightstand and opens the top drawer, giving me a spectacular view of his ass. From inside he extracts a small pocket knife that could fit on a keyring. Turning to face me, Kade offers me the blade on his upturned palm and grips his manhood with the other.

  “It needs pain.” He jostles his member, and I retrieve the knife. “It needs me to come… on you.”

  Right. Pain, cum, a knife…

  Blinking twice to digest his words and what they mean, I then nod. “Okay.” We can work this out. There’s no turning back now. Kade needs this… Me.

  He needs me.

  Me.

  Shit.

  Closing my eyes for a count of ten, I send a silent prayer up to Heaven, seeking strength and peace. The last two times I’ve been with a man in any capacity they both ended up dead. First, Johnny… then my rapist. Different experiences, same outcome. Now here’s Kade… standing inches from me, exposing himself in every vulnerable way possible. In ways that, even I’m in awe of. I’ve never been more touched by a person’s actions, than right here, right now. He’s my miracle.

  When I reopen my eyes, I feel different. I’m no longer the scared woman I once was. All that’s left is a deep warmth, a fondness, and something that feels an awful lot like love, simmering beneath the surface. My dark prince stares at me, his demons still wreaking havoc. Not saying a word, I climb onto the bed and pat the spot beside me, ready to be his miracle… To be reclaimed, body and soul. I can do this… for him.


  Kade

  “Stop. Fighting. There’s nobody here but us, and we both know you’d never hurt me.”

  “Set. Them. Free.”

  Rosie’s words, she’ll never understand how much they mean. I dunno whether to cry, hide, or give in. Tonight’s fuckin’ complicated.

  The beast salivates, watching her exposed legs stretch across my bed. A hint of black panties beckons to us. I chew on the inside of my cheek, freaking the motherfuckin’ fuck out. When I’d decided she was it for me, when I knew there was no turning back, I understood this moment would materialize at some point. That I’d have to show her what I do. How I get off. Nowhere in this plan did I picture it happening so soon. That she’d be the one to instigate it. My brave, insanely sexy woman doesn’t get how that twists me up inside. I knew falling in love with her was easy. Falling deeper into soul binding love, I figured it’d take years. This… Damn… This is why she’s everything.

  “Kade.” Rosie pats that spot again, my knife lying beside her on the mattress.

  I look down at my hard-on, then back to her. Eyes locked on me, she rubs her silky-smooth legs together, her cute as hell toes bumping each other. Chewing her lip, Rosie gazes at me expectantly and pushes a couple loose strands of hair off her face.

  Fuck it.

  I climb on the bed and lay on my side next to her. Taking control, Rosie pushes my shoulder, forcing me to drop onto my back. My cock bounces off my abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum. I massage it in as Rosie draws a single finger down the length of my body. Starting at my throat, she trails between my pecs, and the valley in the center of my abs to my belly button where she stops to swirl the pad of her finger over my drying pre-cum.

  “Your body’s amazing,” she breathes.

  “So is yours.” Attention focused on her, I cup my sac, to lay my truths at her feet once and for all. “This is who I am.” I lift it for Rosie to see. Thin scars from years of abuse pepper my nuts, inner thighs, and the base of my cock. It’s a roadmap of me. Of what I crave the most in this world apart from her.

  My Swan leans up and gasps the tiniest bit when she notices the healed marks. “You did that to yourself?”

  “Yes. Pain, remember?”

  She draws small circles on my hip with the tip of her index finger, not realizing what she’s doing. “With knives.”

  “With knives,” I echo.

  “Is that what you want me to do?” She gestures to the closed knife between us.

  No way. I’d never ask that of anyone.

  I shake my head. “I don’t need you to do a thing. I promised no funny business.” But God do I need her. Not to touch me. Not to do anything, but lay beside me. Nothing has ever felt so right. Her presence is a salve, it soothes the beast. Not completely, but enough to make him bearable.

  Rosie sits up, her legs tucking beneath her. Before I realize what’s happening, she takes my sac into her warm palm and traces the tiny scars with her thumb. I groan, eyelids slamming shut as a tremor races down my spine, across my hole and taint before it reaches the base of my cock, where it sizzles with unbelievable pleasure. I grip the comforter, trying my damndest not to thrust, not to beg her for more. Her nail catches my sensitive skin, on purpose or accident, I don’t give a goddamn.

  Shit. Yes.

  A moan is torn from my chest. I try to swallow the fucker down before she can hear, but it’s futile. Another sharp drag of her nail slices across the base of my sac. I grind my molars together as the beast smashes his face against the bars of his cage, licking between the poles, catching air, when all he wants is for me to turn him loose… For us to show Rosie how good we can fuck. How good it’d feel with us buried in her sweet, wet cunt. He whimpers, desperate for our woman, and I do the same as she tortures us in the best of ways. Her touch, her clean vanilla scent, it’s intoxicating.

  Guiding her thumb to the juncture where my balls meet thigh, Rosie gasps the sweetest, sexually charged sound that shoots straight to my dick. My balls draw up, ready to unload.

  “You. Don’t… Have to,” I force out, sounding inhuman to my own ears.

  My shaft throbs to the frantic beat of my heart as she stutters out an adorable. “Y-you need it.”

  “I need… you more.” Sex, pleasure, it’s all secondary. Even the beast knows that, for now.

  Suddenly, a vice grips my erection and my eyes spring open, lips forming an ‘O’ as four individual nails stab into my shaft where Rosie secures me in her fist, forcing my prick to stand up like the proud soldier he is. Rivulets of my excitement drip down the sides, coating the tops of her fingers. Staring in wide-eyed wonder at my pole, Rosie’s nails embed deeper, testing to see how much I handle.

  More, I can always take more. Want more. Desire more.

  Spasms of ecstasy-laced pain ignite. My heels dig into the mattress, calves flexing, as I moan, unable to hold back another second.

  Christ.

  Rosie chews on the corner of her lip, nostrils flaring as she slides closer, until her legs touch the side of mine. Then, that’s all she wrote… With a single, slick stroke that has my spine bowing off the bed, I shoot my load like a fuckin’ virgin on prom night. Thick ropes of cum burst from my slit, making a giant mess. But she doesn’t stop there. On and on she strokes me through the climax, sending my muscles into an electrical frenzy. Another spurt hits my chest, the next on my hip. Yet, my beautiful seductress fucks me through it, until every ounce of cum has been set free, and I can no longer form a coherent thought.

  What’s my name again?

  Rosie

  Sweat slickens Kade’s chest as he struggles to breathe. For whatever reason, I struggle just the same. Cum coats my palm, his tattooed chest, abs, thigh, dick, and hip. I massage what’s left on my hand between my fingertips, loving the silky glide. Still clutching the sheets, the dark prince’s forearms draw tight as tiny spasms continue to lay their claim. His knuckles turn snow-white and he blinks owlishly toward the ceiling, the quintessential embodiment of blissed-out-of-your-mind. I did that. I made him come. It’s a heady feeling… to provide that level of fulfillment. The knife, I knew I couldn’t do. Not the way he needed. Masochism I understand. Drawing blood to achieve peak pleasure goes beyond what, even I, can stomach. I’m not like Kade… Sadism has never been on my radar.

  Watching his dick twitch, still hard as a rock, I squeeze my thighs together at the sight. My panties have soaked through, the fabric clinging to my sex. I lick my lips, indulging in the view, and drag my fingers up and down his body, sticky with sweat and cum.

  Groaning a sexy, sated song, Kade drops a palm to his stomach with a weighted slap and proceeds to smear in the mess he made there. When he’s through, he lifts his hand. It suspends midair for half a breath before the dark prince rubs it across my neck, painting it in his salty essence, laying his claim. He pauses there, wrapping his giant mitt around my throat and I let him, knowing I’m safe. A bestial growl of satisfaction thunders in his chest, vibrating up his throat as he looks to me, and I him. The sound is music to my ears, the dominant touch omnipotent. Wanting to please him further, I dip the pad of my finger into the collection of cum that pools in his V, lift the edge of my shirt, and apply it to my scar; one of the most sacred parts of myself that I never share with anyone. Around and around I massage him in, smiling to myself as I succumb to the hedonism.

  It’s freedom.

  Heaven on earth.

  “That’s it.” Kade’s pupils swallow his irises whole as he stares at with me such desire it’s a physical force bearing down on my skin, slithering across it, awakening every nerve ending, cranking my libido up to ten.

  No longer worried where this might lead, I bask in the freedom of zero thoughts or consequences. With the dark prince by my side, there’s no reason to be scared, not anymore. I give in, letting my instincts guide me. Placing a hand on his stomach, I use it to help me rise off the bed. Kade touches my ankle to keep me steady as I stand next to him on the mattress and shuck my shirt over my head.


  “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he praises as I toss the cotton onto the floor.

  Emboldened, I unsnap my bra next. Letting it slip down my arms, I expose my pert nipples to the cool air, and Kade’s intense gaze. The scar I once hid from the world, I now wear with pride. If he can expose his self-inflicted masochism, then the marks that cover my body are of no consequence. Not anymore.

  “That’s it, baby. Love your tits. Touch ‘em for me.”

  The bra joins the rest of my clothes on the floor and I do just as Kade asks. Touching myself for the first time in years, I roll my already hardened nipples to sharper peaks. Zaps of pleasure shoot straight to my pussy. It clenches, empty, wanton. It’s not enough. Seizing the moment, I do what needs to be done. No second guesses, no fear. This is what I want … what we need. And I need more…

  Ripping my panties down my legs before I lose my nerve, I kick them to the ground. In an effortless grace I didn’t know I possessed, I step over Kade’s prone form, and drop to my knees, straddling his hips before he can put an end to my bold madness. The dark prince’s thickness rests there, against my smooth pussy lips, spreading them open to lay against my clit. There it throbs, and I feel everything… the shudder that crashes through his body as he looks at me in confusion. The rise and fall of his chest as his lungs play catch up, mimicking my own. Redness rims his hooded eyes as he stares at me for three agonizing heartbeats before resting both palms on top of my thighs. He traces soft designs there. It tickles in a good way. Intimate. Sweet. A way I don’t wish to stop, now or ever.

  “Babe?” He seeks answers in a single word that expresses so much even I can read between the lines— What are you doing? I’m confused.

  Sweeping away his heartfelt word, I seek answers of my own. “Tell me this is okay.” That you’re on board. That I’m not pushing things too far, too fast.

  “Is it what you want?” Kade touches the ugly scar on my abdomen for the briefest moment before he drops lower to play with the blonde patch of hair above my sex, where the head of his cock pokes out. He massages the wet tip and the juncture between my thighs one after the next, in rapt fascination— As if he’s never had a woman sit on him this way. Like he’s never seen a naked woman before. Which is impossible.