Mike turns me on my back and crawls on top of me. He drives his cock into my pussy, burying his whole length inside me.
My body rocks beneath his as he fucks me hard. He pulls out and tumbles me over on all fours, smacking my ass cheek with his palm.
It burns as hell, and I yelp.
“Be a good girl, Daisy.”
“I’m not a good a girl and you have to punish me.”
The guttural growl leaving his mouth fills me with pride.
He smacks my ass again, harder. Then again. And again until something weird happens to me and divine pleasure coats my pain. It’s a strange mix—I fear the next smack, yet I crave it, and when it’s delivered I moan, shaking, leaking, turning into hot hyperawareness. I can smell my own arousal.
“Good, Daisy?”
“Very good, Mike.”
I feel the head of his cock pushing at my tight opening.
My stomach flutters.
I’ve never done this before.
Mike must sense my anxiety, because he runs his hot, callused palm up and down my back in a soothing gesture.
He pushes in. The head of his cock goes past my sphincter.
My shoulders dip and my trembling hands seek support. I clench my teeth, digging my fingers into the pillow. The pain from his intrusion is almost unbearable like a knife is slicing my insides.
Mike stops moving; he massages my ass cheek then strokes my clitoris.
“Tell me to fuck you,” he demands.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want your big cock deep in my ass.”
Chapter 11
Mike
I bury my dick in her ass, balls deep, in one thrust. “Fuck.” Her heat sheaths me, strips me of sanity.
I almost cum.
Her body trembles, but not a single whimper leaves her mouth. She’s panting like a wounded animal though.
She is tough and has the tightest, hottest ass I’ve ever had. This beautiful virgin ass belongs to me now.
Tomorrow I’m gonna fuck her mouth and tie her wrists.
Hell yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun together.
“Breathe, baby,” I say, enjoying her round ass impaled on my cock. “I’ll be gentle.”
For a second or two. That’s all I can give her. I barely control myself.
The smell of her arousal, the sweat shining on her lower back, the struggle of her body to accommodate my cock wake my most carnal needs. Every atom of my body chants ‘mine’. Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine to wreck.
I’m all possessives. I’m all hunger.
Her body softens. I breathe in her youth. I let it possess me, and I thrust into this hot heaven squeezing my cock. I massage her clit, fucking her slowly, my need for release unstoppable.
She arches her back and comes on my cock, a sweet moan leaving her mouth.
I push into her harder. I’m dark and elemental. I’m ascending.
I moan as I spill my seed inside her ass.
I’ve never moaned before. This is only for my Daisy.
As the haze in my head clears, I jump off the bed and go to get a towel to wipe the mess away from Daisy’s ass.
I lie down beside her.
My wife looks at me with sleepy yet happy eyes and I know I’m on the right track.
It’s this moment when one must make profound changes. I’m choosing a different direction. I’ll need to learn new skills. I can’t afford to fuck up. If I fuck up once again, my wife will leave me.
We drop off to sleep, my body entangled with hers.
A loud banging on the door tears me out of my dream. Daisy mumbles something in her dream as I slip into my jeans and go to open the door.
My eyes fix on Rebel.
“I’ve come to dinner,” he says.
My jaw drops.
“May I come in, Dad?” There is a load of bitter sarcasm in his voice.
“Come in,” Daisy squeaks from behind me.
Rebel walks in and Daisy leads him to the living room.
“I am a man of my word,” Rebel says and clears his throat.
“I’m so happy to see you here with us,” Daisy twitters and I see Rebel clench his jaw. “Everything is ready. I’ll just need to reheat it.”
“You said dinner,” Rebel says. “And sorting the shit out.” He shoots me a provoking glance. “Everything is nice and clear. I’m gonna have that fucking dinner and next time, I’ll pop in the cemetery to visit your grave, old man.”
“Do you want a glass of milk, son?” I ask.
“Fuck off,” he mouths to me and flashes me a grin like he’s going to rip my throat out at any moment.
“Sit down, you two,” Daisy says and pats Rebel’s arm.
“I let you win.” Rebel moves away.
“But I won so…” Daisy’s lips curl into a smile.
Rebel grins and drops into the couch, pulling Daisy onto his lap. “Really pretty, that stepmother of mine.” He kisses her cheek. “Really pretty. Soft as fuck. And young. Very young. As young as me.”
An urge of murder explodes inside of me.
Daisy widens her eyes then turns her head and whispers something into his ear.
Rebel shoves her off his lap as a grey tinge of broodiness darkens his glance.
Good. I almost smashed him.
“I’ll go to the kitchen,” Daisy says and vanishes.
Rebel is sitting at one end of the couch and I’m seated at the other.
“If you do this again, we’ll clash,” I say.
The sound of frying comes to my ears as the smell of onion and herbs settles in my nostrils.
“Your little wifey likes me,” Rebel says.
“She loves everyone in the world, that’s how she is. And she has nothing to do with that shit between me and you. Stay away from her.”
I don’t know whether I’m worried or pissed off. His life has just turned upside down because of me. He has the right to be angry.
The smell of meat drifts to my nostrils, making my mouth water.
“She cooks well,” Rebel says out loud what I’m thinking about. “My mom couldn’t cook.”
I look at him and suddenly I see a tormented kid. All my anger evaporates. A sense of failure wafts through me.
Rebel had to grow up fast. He killed. He was on drugs.
Yet, I see a kid in need.
My kid.
His mom died. His whole world crumbled into pieces.
Pain squeezes my heart.
“Listen,” I start. “I fucked up. I fucked up a lot.”
“Why didn’t you just kill her?”
Right. He knows. He knows a lot. I hope he’s sensible enough to keep quiet.
“I fucking couldn’t off a woman.” I put my elbows on my thighs. “How much do you know?” There’s no point in lying and surely, Thunder must have spilled a few things to him.
“Enough to keep quiet. I don’t want to end up six feet under because of some fucking blood feud. It’s too deep to be a talkative person.”
“Who else knows?”
“I’m not fucking working for you or something. Fuck off, old man. I’m not talking to you. I’m eating this fucking dinner and we’re done.”
Daisy walks in with a tray in her hands and puts it on the table. My eyes flick over three bowls piled with chilli con carne. She sits beside me.
Rebel grabs his bowl and focuses on eating. Daisy nudges my chest with her elbow and smiles at me.
We eat in silence interrupted by clinking and scraping then Rebel stands up and delivers his bowl to the kitchen.
“Come over for dinner tomorrow,” Daisy says. “I’ll cook something nice. And bring Star. You know how much Gabriel respects Mike. And since I’m her best friend now, I’m sure she’s going to spend a lot of time here with me and since you’re going to spend a lot of time with Mike—“
I see a violent storm in his eyes then his jaw muscles twitch.
“Alright,” Rebel growls. “We’ll come tomorrow at 1.30.” He walks off.
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Daisy glances at me. “Went okay, don’t you think?”
“We’ll see.”
“We’re parents, Mike.”
I erupt into laughter. “Well, it seems like we are.”
“He has a good heart.”
“I know.”
“He’s difficult, but he’s not a bad person.”
“I know.” He is like me. He looks like me. He talks like me. “What did you tell him?” Jealousy pricks me.
“My secret.” She kisses my cheek.
“Right. Women should have some little secrets.”
Daisy strokes my arm. “We should talk.”
I pull her into my embrace. “Let’s talk.”
“I mean we need to talk seriously.”
“So talk to me.”
“Star knows. Rebel? He knows. But how much?”
“Rebel knows a lot. Gabriel and Thunder as well. Lizzie didn’t know much.”
“I trust Star.” She inhales deeply. “She’s young, but she’s wise, you know. She’ll keep quiet. Do you trust Thunder and Gabriel?”
“I do. Gabriel owes me. He had a woman for a while, a long time ago.”
“Star’s mother?”
“Yes. She wasn’t a good woman. She was an addict to almost everything. She took Star and almost starved her to death. I found them for Gabriel. Then I fought for Gabriel. We stood side by side in a war with another club.”
She squeals like a frightened mouse. “You didn’t tell anyone about this. In a war?”
“I told Zane.” I feel like a chastised kid, but in fact, it’s a pleasant feeling.
Daisy bobs her head several times. “Thunder?”
“He is like a blood brother to me. His cousin was one of my foster parents. I’ve known him for years.”
“What about our kids?”
“Our kids?”
She nods. “Rebel and Star are our kids.”
“We’ll watch them. Gabriel will keep Star in check. Rebel? He’s a bit of an enigma, but he knows talking may be lethal. If any shit happens we’ll change the hide-out.”
“Mike,” she squeaks.
“What is it, baby?”
“There’s something else I want to tell you.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I don’t like it when you drink alcohol.”
I stroke her head and kiss her forehead. “You’re my only addiction, I promise. I won’t get that drunk again.”
Chapter 12
Mike
“Zane should know,” I say.
Daisy raises her head from my chest. “I won’t spill the beans.”
Sweat covers our bodies after another session of rough fucking.
“No, Daisy, he should know. I fucked up. I have to face the consequences.”
“Grandpa Dimitri will chop your head off.”
“But at least I’ll die as a happy man.”
She nods as her hand travels to my cheek. “I know you need this to regain the part of yourself you lost a long time ago.” She kisses the angle of my jaw. “You did the right thing. You saved a woman’s life.”
“I put your life at risk. All the family has been in danger because of one saved life.”
“I’m still alive. Happy. Very happy.” She cups my cheek with her tiny palm. “A happy wolf with her wolf husband.”
“I’m no wolf, Daisy.” It hurts me the most that she deserves a true wolf, not the traitor I am.
“You are a wolf. What you did was very wolf-like, very wolf-like in our wolf-like fucked up way.” She kisses the tip of my nose. “Just stay away from Dimitri until everything settles.”
I look straight into her eyes and I fucking know I will be loved. I will be enjoyed and appreciated. I will be cherished and nurtured. Supported. Admired. All these fucking things that have always been unavailable to me. Daisy is all these things and much more. She’s the one. She’s my life. My equal and my anchor. She’ll keep me in check.
The sound of a siren makes me sit up in one motion and I shake Daisy off. “Fuck. The cops.”
I jump out of the bed and slide into my jeans and cut, and then I run out of the caravan. I see about ten police officers dispersing in all directions. I’m sure they’re looking for drugs and illegal guns. Or something that could give them enough evidence to erase this place and lock everyone up.
“What’s going on?” Daisy shrieks behind me.
“Go to the caravan and pretend to be a bored housewife.”
“I know, Mike. I know what to do. Anna Sage and George Sage this time?”
“Yes.”
The calm coating her voice makes me so fucking proud of her. She really knows what to do.
I pull forward and see Thunder and Rebel standing by the wooden fence that encircles their house. Thunder puts his hand on the back of his neck and nods at me. Two cops walk out of the house.
“There’s an unregistered gun,” a female officer says.
“It’s mine,” Thunder says.
Rebel opens his mouth to say something, but Thunder shakes his head and lays his hand on his shoulder.
The officers cuff Thunder as Rebel circles a flowerpot like a lost animal. Thunder nods at me and the cops take him away.
I move closer to Rebel and lean towards him.
“That’s your gun, right?” I say.
“None of your fucking business.”
“Yours.” I shake my head. “You still have to learn a lot, boy.”
I see his hand tremble.
“His heart is weak,” Rebel says in a hoarse voice.
I pat his shoulder. “He’s a tough man. I’ve known the dick for years. He can make it.”
Rebel nods at me and looks straight at my eyes like he’s seeking hope from me.
“Go back to the house and behave yourself,” I say. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”
We part and I answer a few questions for a cop. Daisy lies to her like a professional. She can pretend to be a sweet idiot when needed. It’s creepy. I don’t know who my wife is.
The raid ends with two more boys arrested for the possession of marijuana and meth.
Rebel comes over for dinner in the late afternoon. Daisy serves her delicious moussaka, but I see he can’t eat. He looks like some maggots have invaded his stomach.
Envy surges through me. Thunder saw him grow up. Thunder is his dad he cares for. I’m just a fucking pain in the ass for him.
Suddenly the idea of being a dad is very tempting to me. Rebel is a hard case, but deep down he’s a good kid. I want to be his dad.
“Do you like fishing?” I ask.
“Never tried that,” he barks.
“It’s fun,” Daisy says. “I love it.” She lays her hand on his shoulder. “What about going to the lake one day—you, Star, Mike and me? We could spend the whole day there.”
Rebel nods. “Sounds like fun. I’ll think about it.”
We finish eating. Rebel tidies up. Daisy packs some food for him into a plastic container and we say our goodbyes.
I grab her hand and pull her to our bedroom. “I didn’t know you could fish.”
“I have no fucking idea how to fish.” She stops and looks at me like a scared five-year-old.
“But you can lie like a professional. Good to know.” I smack her ass.
She squeals and covers her bottom with her hands.
I bunch her wrists and bend her elbows behind her back. “You’ve been naughty, Daisy.” I turn her, bend her over the desk and smack her ass again.
My throbbing dick forms a bulge in my jeans. I lower her jeans and panties and they wrap around her ankles.
I smack her ass and she whimpers. Her ass cheek is red.
“Good girls shouldn’t lie, Daisy.”
I open my trousers and drive my cock into her heat, balls deep. She mewls and wiggles, but that only makes me more insane.
I tumble her down so she’s on all fours, and I kneel behind her, restraining her wrists. Her ass looks delicious. I remove my belt and win
d it around her wrists.
Then I plough her. She whimpers as her muscles tense up and her body rocks back and forth.
“Tell me to punish you,” I rasp.
“Punish me, please.”
My inner animal growls in excitement. Elemental hunger takes possession of my mind and body. I pull out and push my cock into her tight hole. I bury myself inside her ass to the root in one thrust. She cries out and stiffens as I stop moving, waiting for her body to accommodate me.
Her heat and tightness bring me to the brink.
“Say you love my cock in your ass, Daisy.”
“I love your cock in my ass,” she murmurs. “Fuck me, please.”
I pull her hair together and wind it around my fist. I fuck her until we both tremble in satisfaction.
***
Thunder spends two months in jail before I can use the money deposited in my secret bank account and the cops release him on bail.
He dies of a heart attack two months later.
Daisy
It’s raining. My clothes are drenched. My soul is all mist and sadness. A cloud of vapour leaves my mouth as the cold droplets prick my face. I’m watching Rebel. Fury blazes in his eyes as he looks down into the grave.
Mike lays his hand on his shoulder. “Time to go.”
Rebel shoves his hand off his shoulder. “Fuck off, old man.”
I stand at Rebel’s other side and hold his hand in mine. “Let’s go.”
We’re the only occupants of the cemetery. All the attendants of the funeral left an hour ago.
“Fuck off,” Rebel growls at me, but our fingers lace together.
“Rebel,” I say. “We bury those left behind and continue to live our fucked up life.”
Rebel grins. “Are you a fucking poet or what?”
“I’m a biker’s daughter and you’re a biker’s son. We live a dangerous life. And everybody knows the risks.”
“This was my gun,” Rebel hisses.
I huff out. “It just happened. This is how we live. You don’t want this life, Rebel? Buy yourself a nice house in the suburbs, sell your bike, put an expensive suit on and live like a law-abiding citizen.”
Rebel’s eyes wander off to somewhere in the distance. “There’s no fucking way.”
“Thunder has never seen a doctor in his life,” Mike says. “He must have known something was wrong with his heart, but he ignored it as usual.”
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