Torn by the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Broken Wings MC) (Satan's Outlaw Sins Book 3)

by Sophia Gray

  His cock felt rock hard in my hand. I eased my grip down his length and back again, slowly stroking him. Glancing up, I saw that his eyes were closed, head slightly tilted back.

  Grinning, I kneeled down and flicked out my tongue to touch the tip of his cock. He drew in a strangled gasp.

  Yes, you might be a big, bad biker dude, but I'm going to bring you to your knees.

  Emboldened, I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of him as I could without gagging. He was so thick my jaw was already starting to ache, and I couldn't suck all of him. One of my hands stroked the base of his cock that my mouth couldn't quite reach, and the other hand cupped his balls. Slowly, teasingly, I toyed with him, sucking hard then soft, taking him completely out of my mouth and kissing the length of him. Amazingly, his cock kept on hardening the more I played with him. If he were to enter to me, to fuck me, it would feel incredible. I shifted slightly so that I could rub my pussy while I pleased him, wanting to feel some pleasure of my own.

  The next time I put him in my mouth, I flattened my tongue to take in even more of him. His hands went to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and forcing me to take all of him in. My initial response was to push back, to stop him, but I managed not to gag, and swallowing helped. He seemed to like that, my swallowing around him. I pumped my mouth back and forth, sliding up and down his cock, sucking hard, going faster, still playing with his balls, not worrying about his hands on the back of my head.

  "That’s it," I whispered around his cock, the words coming out as unintelligible moans. "Come for me."

  Maybe he heard me, or maybe it was because I allowed my teeth to lightly graze along the length of his cock, but I felt him stiffen briefly and then hot cum pulsed out of his cock, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed it, every last salty drop, looking up to see his expression. Eyes closed, chin up, mouth slightly parted… he looked like a sex god.

  A hot biker sex god.

  A hot biker hero sex god.

  His cock slid out of my mouth, glistening with my saliva. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, still kneeling in front of him. "That work for you?" I teased.

  Slowly, he shifted his head down to stare at me, his eyes boring into me. I shivered at the look in his gaze, the naked lust I saw there. "You're still wearing clothes."

  "Um…" I glanced down at my clothes, they were still sticking to me, and honestly, I wouldn't mind getting out of them. And from the wicked slow, sexy as hell smile on his face, Pax was thinking along those lines, too. "Silly, huh?"

  "It's fucking wrong, that's what it is," he said. He yanked my shirt over my head so hard I thought it was going to rip.

  My bra was all that survived the car accident. As Pax eyed it and my chest appreciatively, I couldn't help but wonder if he had seen me wear it before. If he had peeled it off of me when we made love on another night, if it had been an accomplice to our sin. Because even though I didn't remember Pax, I knew he was a sinner all right, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had turned Allie into a sinner, too.

  Now he was corrupting me, reborn as Jasmine.

  And I didn't mind.

  "What do you want?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.

  "To be out of my clothes." For starters.

  "And?"

  "And for you to have your way with me." The words just came tumbling out. I didn’t even know where from. I should have been afraid of him, or at least warier than I was. He'd said we had dated. Not that we currently were. We had broken up. Maybe I did it, or maybe he had, but either way, I still didn't know why.

  Maybe he was taking advantage of me, of my lack of memories, of my being fragile after the near abduction. But I was taking advantage of him, too. I wanted that human-to-human connection, and there wasn't any connection as powerful as an intimate one.

  Plus, I had thought that my sucking him off might be enough to earn my place for the night. If he wanted to return the favor, I was more than willing to let him. Oh, God, yes, I was more than willing to let him. My panties were already soaking wet at the thought.

  "Please, fuck me," I whispered. My nipples tightened against my bra, rubbing against the damp material. I longed for him to touch me there, to touch me everywhere, for him to claim me.

  "I can manage that." With one hand, he flicked off my damp bra. It dropped to the floor on top of my shirt. His hands skimmed down my sides, and I frowned with impatience, wishing he would cup my breasts, tease my nipples, do something… Well, he was doing something all right. Making me all hot and bothered waiting for him. Damn him and his mind games.

  His cock hadn't softened much considering he'd recently spewed his seed down the back of my throat. I reached out, wanting to stroke it back to that full hardness I'd felt earlier, only Pax knocked my hand away and yanked down my jeans and panties in one swoop. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them, along with everything else I’d been wearing. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around me tightly, partially covering my breasts.

  "I want to see you."

  At his demand, I lowered my arms to my sides. He wasn't seeing me. He was burning me with his eyes. I couldn't breathe with him looking at me like that, as if he could see through me, to my soul. It wasn't fair for him to know parts of my life when all I knew had transpired in the months since I'd woken from the coma. It made me feel vulnerable, and after the van, feeling vulnerable wasn't what I wanted at all.

  "I want you to touch me," I retorted, hand on hip.

  "I don't like your insolence."

  I shivered again, this time at hearing him say insolence. Somehow, he made it sound incredibly erotic. It wasn't the kind of word I'd expect out of a biker. Just who was this Pax guy? What made him tick? I knew what it took to make him come but there was more to him than just his smoking good looks, I could tell. He was as much a mystery to me as I was to myself.

  His hands touched my bare hips. I longed to thrust forward with my hips so we could touch, grind, get started, but he held me tight. I wanted him to take control. Have your way with me, please. My eyes closed in surrender.

  He twisted me around so that my back was to him, and he guided me forward. My legs were unsteady after all the walking, being chased, and my kicking one, or both, of the guys—I couldn't remember everything that had happened. I stumbled, but Pax prevented me from falling.

  "My hero." The words came out before I could think about whether or not it was a good idea to voice that thought.

  "Do heroes do this?" He bent me over and I automatically dropped my hands onto a soft blanket. The bed. My ass was pointed upward and his hands were cupping my ass cheeks, squeezing them like I'd wanted him to squeeze my breasts. Suddenly, a finger ran up and down my folds and I almost jerked before relishing in the pleasure of that simple touch. "You're so wet."

  "Must be from the rain," I quipped.

  His hand slapped my ass. Not too hard. I jumped more from being surprised than from the force of the slap. His hand remained there, rubbing the same spot.

  "Why are you wet?" he asked.

  "Because of you. Because I want you."

  "What do you want from me?"

  "For you to have your way with me," I repeated.

  "If you want that, you'll have to keep quiet. Can you do that?"

  I opened my mouth to respond verbally, thought better of it, and nodded.

  "Good girl." His fingers went back to stroking the inner folds of my moist, hot sex. "You do realize that means you can't scream."

  "No moans either?" I steeled myself for another blow.

  It didn't come.

  "No moans, no grunts, no sound other than heavy breathing is allowed."

  I wanted to comment on his rules but he had slid one finger inside my pussy and all coherent thought went away. He curled the finger around and immediately found my G-spot, lending immediate credence to his claim that we had dated. He hadn't forgotten my body, that was for damn sure, and I felt like shouting that I was his for the taking.

  Abruptly, he pul
led his finger out, and a wave of disappointment washed over me until he lifted my ass even higher into the air and slid the entire length of his cock inside of me in one fluid movement. I barely refrained from moaning my pleasure.

  "Are you ready?" he whispered hoarsely.

  I nodded.

  "You can answer," he grunted and I wanted to move my hips so badly, to feel him move inside of me, but I refrained, somehow.

  "Yes," I whispered, the word coming out as a groan.

  He yanked out of me and slammed himself back inside. This wasn't lovemaking. Oh, no. This was a thorough fucking.

  And I wanted to scream out so fucking bad.

  Again and again, he pummeled me with his cock. He was giving me the pounding of a lifetime, and it was all I could do to accept what he had to offer me. I wanted to moan, to whimper, to scream, to cry out… to vocalize my feelings, my pleasure, but I held it in.

  Which, in turn, only made the pleasure that much more intense. I was going to spontaneously combust soon.

  I buried my face into the blanket to keep me quiet, hoping it would muffle any sounds that might escape. Pax's cock was just so long and hard and I could feel every inch of him as he slammed into me. It was a good thing he had me over the side of the bed. My legs wouldn't be able to support holding me right now.

  The buildup was so immense, too intense, and I knew I was close. The fire was ready to burn. His hands reached upward to finally cup my breasts, and he partially lifted me from the blanket. His fingers sought out my nipples and tugged and teased them. A shot of pleasure ran straight down to my pussy and my muscles tightened.

  "Liked that, did you?" he whispered, his breath hot on my ear.

  I nodded, unable to prevent myself from moving my hips in time to meet his thrusts.

  Pax yanked and twisted my nipples more. I gasped. He grunted and I knew he wasn't pleased… or maybe he was happy he'd broken me because his hands went to my hips, and he fucked me so hard and deep with his cock. I came hard. My muscles squeezed and massaged his cock as waves of pleasure flooded throughout my body. He continued to pump deeper, harder, faster, to the point that I actually wanted to ask him to stop.

  But then I felt warm wetness. He was coming again, this time inside of me.

  And I didn't even care.

  When he pulled out, I collapsed onto the bed, letting my head rest on my arms. I was sexually sated, even though my muscles were sore all over, and I had a bed to sleep in for the night.

  Life wasn't so bad after all.

  Chapter Four

  Pax

  Morning came and I woke first. Stretching my arms and almost hitting the person beside me: Allie. It was so strange to be lying here, next to her, just as things used to be, back when we were together and life had been, well, better than it was now. Sometimes, I felt like I was a coil, wrapped up too tight, ready to spring free at any second. No, a firecracker ready to explode. I'd blow up, and the world would be without me.

  Would Allie mourn me if I died?

  No, not Allie. Not anymore. She was Jasmine now.

  She looked so peaceful there, sleeping, her light brown hair fanning around her face. I couldn't help moving it back. Her cheekbones were more prominent than I remembered, probably because of the weight she'd lost. She needed some fattening up, to fill out her muscles. Her tits hadn't felt quite as full and firm as they normally did.

  There were other things I'd noticed last night, other differences. Her eyes, for one thing. She looked terrified half of the time, ready to bolt. But some things hadn’t changed, like when she made up her mind to accept my terms. Her eyes had glittered, just like they always had when she desired me, when she wanted me.

  A part of Allie still existed inside the woman sleeping beside me. Even if she didn't remember me, her body still responded to me in the same way. I still knew all the ways to make her squirm, to drive her insane with need and desire. She'd surprised me by being as quiet as she had. Allie had a set of lungs on her. Maybe next time, my goal should be to see how many times I could make her scream.

  No! There couldn't be a next time. There was no us. This was just a one-time deal, one last fuck, just for old time sake. I'd send her on her way when she woke up. How could I have let her get under my skin again? Maybe these masochistic tendencies never really go away. Was I more repulsed by her or by myself? She didn't know any better. She didn't know anything about me or our past, but I knew everything. I'd never forgotten a second of our time together. Allie had broken my heart, and I swore I'd never have anything to do with her again.

  Saving her hadn't crossed the line, but convincing her to sleep with me, that definitely was wrong. Damn it all to hell. How could I allow my fucking cock to mess with my head so much that I would practically drag her—albeit willingly—to my bed?

  I was weak. I refused to allow her to get to me. Not this time. Never again. She had to go and the sooner she went, the better.

  She stirred and stretched, and I stilled, not wanting her to wake but also wanting to see her eyes again. A disease, yes, that's exactly what she was. A sickness I had to purge from my body. Maybe this time had been the last, and I could send her off and not worry about her anymore. Be free of her, finally.

  Her eyes opened. There was the initial fright and alarm as she glanced around, momentarily forgetting where she was, but when she saw me lying next to her, staring back, some of her anxiety melted away.

  Seeing that churned my stomach, and my appetite evaporated.

  "That was…" She trailed off, glancing away, as if shy.

  Mind blowing. After all, I had given her a pounding far better than she deserved. Actually spilling my seed inside her.

  The sex, yeah, of course, I had intended that, obviously, but us sleeping together in the same bed? Not a chance in hell. I'd meant to put her in Acer's room. He was out of town for the next two weeks, and he wouldn't have minded. Plus, his room was next door, and if I had woken up, I could've just gone over and taken her again.

  But I had slept through the night without waking once. I hadn't done that in… fuck, I didn't even know how long. Almost thought that wasn't possible for me. Restless nights, broken sleep, plagued by nightmares…

  "Get dressed," I said shortly, throwing back the covers and standing up.

  I walked over to my jeans and started to put them on when I realized she was staring at me, or, actually, my cock. Yeah, I was hard. What did she expect? Most guys woke up with morning wood.

  "I'm not dressing you," I announced.

  "Oh, right. Sorry." She flushed. It was so easy to fluster her. Now she reminded me of a bird, one who wanted to take flight at the first sign of possible danger.

  And, right now, I was bothering her.

  Good. I needed to push her away, to make a break of things. Bringing her here last night had been a mistake. I could've found another place for her.

  I stretched and smiled at the soreness in my upper thighs. The morning after sex was always a good one. Well, today wouldn't be good, not while Allie—Jasmine—was still around.

  Time to get rid of her.

  I whipped her clothes at her just as she finally stood up out of bed. She grabbed her shirt before it fell to the ground, but the rest of her clothes landed at her feet. Jasmine grimaced and opened her mouth before shutting it.

  Perfect, I didn't want to hear anything. We had an agreement. Sex equaled one night. No more. I didn’t owe her anything.

  Not bothering to put a shirt on or waiting for her to finish dressing, I walked to the door and threw it open. A quick glance back had my heart softening just enough to bark, "If you aren't downstairs in one minute, no breakfast for you."

  "All right. I'll be…" She had just fastened her bra, her ample breasts jostling as she adjusted it around her and was struggling to get her shirt on. Her clothes had to still be damp. My jeans were. If I weren’t so hungry, I'd grab a new pair.

  Instead, I walked downstairs. The guys—my boys, my brothers, my crew—gave me kno
wing smiles, nudges, and winks. The lewd comments followed. I laughed but shared nothing. They all knew Allie and I had split, but they didn't know she'd been the one to kick me to the curb.

  "Clear out of here," I said, and a few did, leaving only two of my closest friends behind. People listened to me; I was the leader, after all. The Broken Wings Motorcycle Club might be small, but my guys were loyal, and that was all I asked of them.

  But they left, too, after a few more ribs, giving me the room to myself. It felt strange to be alone in the club. There was always someone around, running their mouth, talking shit, or grabbing a bite to eat or a beer to drink. We were a family, even if I did sometimes feel a little disconnected from them. Shit, I sometimes felt disconnected from the whole damn world.