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

by Sophia Gray

  "To be honest…" And, yeah, I really was going to be honest here, for whatever good it might do me. "I wanted to push you away. You really hurt me when you left. I… I might not have gone through as much as hell as you went through, but it was my own personal hell, and… Seeing you again just made everything worse for me."

  "You were afraid to let me back in. That I would hurt you again."

  Wordlessly, I swallowed hard and nodded. I wasn't big on expressing my feelings. I was normally a doer not a thinker. When you had such a horrific past, you couldn't dare let your mind wander because then you might remember and nothing good ever came of that. I was a man of action. Why else would I sleep with her right away and then take her out on a mission?

  My cock stirred in my pants. A man of action all right.

  Jasmine was appraising me. What was she thinking? Did she think I was a crazy, messed up guy who wasn’t worth a second chance? Her opinion mattered to me.

  Hooked. I was hooked already. One night, and I wanted her to be mine again. Despite everything.

  "You wanted to push me away, but now you don't."

  "When I left you there, I was still hurting, but when I returned here, alone, you were all I could think about. I… We're…" The words wouldn't come out right.

  "We're connected, aren't we?" She held out her hand.

  I reached for her hand, as if she was my lifeline. "Yes. And seeing you walk in here, returning to me—"

  "I had nowhere else to go," she said composedly.

  "So you didn't come back for me?"

  "Well… maybe for your dick." She grinned mischievously while her cheeks stained a bright pink.

  "I can handle that."

  For now.

  We both stood, and I started to walk around the table to her when she put her hand up and said, "I don't know."

  "About?"

  "Any of this. Being here, you, my life…"

  "Right now, for this moment, do you have to have all the answers?"

  Tears shimmered in her eyes, but they didn't fall. I slowly walked towards her. She tilted her head up, eyes closed, and my lips descended on hers. I normally wasn't what you consider a gentle lover, but this kiss was almost tender.

  Without another word, I led her upstairs. We held hands, no desperation in our steps, no giggling or sly looks. This was different. Something was going on between us, but hell if I knew what it was.

  She pushed my door open and walked into my room, not even turning back, just expecting me to follow. After releasing our hands, she lay down on the bed, eyes closed. Her brown hair partially covered her face; she looked like an angel.

  Not wanting to disturb her, I sat down beside her, not touching her. Just looking at her, taking it all in, from her beautiful face to the soft curves of her breasts, down past her hips to her shapely legs.

  Her eyes opened, and that angelic face grinned back at me recklessly, wildly, seductively.

  "I can't believe you haven't undressed me yet," she said, rolling onto her side toward me.

  "Maybe I was hoping for a striptease."

  "Without any music?"

  "I can put on some music for you." I started to sit up.

  She touched my chest. "Pax…"

  "Don't worry about tomorrow. Don't try to remember yesterday. Just live in the moment. Just be here with me…" I nuzzled my nose against hers. "On my bed…" I tilted her chin up. "In my arms…" I hovered my lips above hers. "Kissing—"

  Her lips touched mine, frantic, desperate and filled with a longing I echoed. Her hands wound in my hair, pulling me closer, and I loved how she was trying to take control. Our tongues dueled, the kiss deepening, and someone was moaning. Her, me, both of us, who knew? All that mattered was that she was in my arms, and we were kissing, and I was going to claim her body for my own.

  Chapter Ten

  Pax

  I could kiss her for hours, but we were definitely wearing too many clothes. Reluctantly, I broke off the both of us breathless. How long we were kissing, I couldn’t be sure. With her, minutes seemed like hours.

  My hands reached for her top, but she stopped me, standing. "You asked for a striptease, didn't you?"

  My cock needed some release and soon! My balls were starting to ache. But, yes, oh fuck yes, did I want her to strip for me.

  "Yes," I said, but the word came out a moan.

  She glanced around, obviously looking for a music source. My room was sparse—bed, nightstand, bureau, and closet. I didn't have a desk, so I kept my computer on my nightstand. I usually did my investigative work in the field, but when I needed to do research on my laptop, I did it in bed, more times than not. Definitely not my favorite use of my bed, though.

  I unlocked my laptop, so she could play some music. "I heard a song on the radio on the ride back here," she murmured, hanging half off the bed to type.

  Her ass, partially lifted from the bed and still in those tiny little shorts, was just begging to be pinched. I couldn’t resist.

  She jerked and grinned at me, pushing my hand away. "You're so bad."

  "I know."

  This was almost relaxing, in a way, to take our time like this, to not rush or hurry up and race to the finish. It felt comfortable. It felt… right.

  Just then, music started to play, and I recognized Beyoncé’s voice immediately, singing about how much she wanted to show her appreciation to her man.

  Jasmine hopped off of the bed and turned around to face me. There was a look about her, of fierce determination. Last night, when we were together, it was about me having dominance. She wanted to take some of that back.

  Fuck. Me.

  She didn't start to strip right away. Oh, no, she began to dance to the sultry beat, wiggling her ass, arching her back, pushing out her tits, making my hands itch to touch her, caress her, to tease her in those certain places only I knew, until she screamed my name.

  With skill, as if she had done this a thousand times before, she lifted and removed her top. She twirled it around her head a few times, toying with me, her hips still swaying, and I was mesmerized. Yeah, she needed some more meat on her bones, but she was still amazingly hot, and mine, all mine.

  Her shirt landed on my lap. My cock was pressing against my zipper, and I reached down, beneath the shirt, and unzipped myself, not once taking my eyes from her. She was back to dancing again, running her hands up her body, over the swell of her breasts and back down. Teasing me.

  She turned her back to me, and while looking over her shoulder at me began to wiggle out of her tiny denim shorts. They fell to the floor, revealing her black panties. I was dying to know how damp they were, how wet she was for me. I grabbed my covers to keep myself on the bed, watching, waiting, when all I wanted to do was rip the rest of her clothes off and bury myself deep into her folds. Damn, this was one hell of a striptease.

  Parading around in just her white bra and black panties, Jasmine was every man’s fantasy. I remembered the way she had sucked me off last night, I felt my dick pulse and a drop of pre-cum squeezed out.

  "You enjoying the show?" she asked, coming closer to me, putting her hands on my hands as I gripped the bed.

  Her tits were dangling right in front of me, and I leaned forward to kiss them.

  As she pulled back, she slapped my cheek. Not hard, but enough to make it burn a little, clearly telling me she wasn’t done.

  That was it, I jerked to my feet. Her shirt tumbled off my lap, and my cock jutted forth through my unzipped jeans. The pre-cum was visible, glistening on the tip of the head, and I watched as she licked her lips. "I want to touch you," I said through gritted teeth. My balls were on burning with the ache of desire. If she didn't hurry up, I'd have to take matters into my own hands.

  "Sit back down," she ordered.

  Reluctantly, I did.

  Jasmine sauntered back over, hips swaying from side to side. She sashayed towards me until ours knees touched and then she turned around and lowered herself onto my lap. She rubbed her panty-cla
d ass against my hardened cock, slowly sliding back and forth a few times before standing back up again. Turning, this time, she faced me as she straddled my lap. Her hands going behind her unhooking her bra. As the straps slid down her shoulders, the desire to touch her smooth skin, to claim her body, was overwhelming, but I refused to give in. This was her striptease and I'd play by her rules.

  For now.

  She slid up and down, rubbing the fabric of her panties on my cock, her tits swaying up and down as she moved. Her nipples were hardened peaks, just begging to be sucked and bitten. My cock grew even harder as she ground down on me.

  Suddenly, she leaned forward, just enough for her nipples to brush against my shirt. Fuck. I had forgotten I was still fully dressed. This was taking far too long, but I knew that allowing this sexy little dance to play out, I'd be enjoying the orgasm all the more.

  As soon as her nipples touched me, she pulled back.

  "Fucking tease," I muttered, eyes half lidded.

  "I'm just getting started," she said with a wink. She slid off my lap—damn her—turned around so I had a clear view of her fine ass, bent over, and slowly slid her panties down and stepped out of them.

  Overcome with desire, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back onto my lap, onto my cock, filling her in one deep thrust. She jerked in my arms, crying out, and I stilled.

  "Did I hurt you?"

  "N-no…" She glanced over her shoulder to look at me. "Just not yet." Her chest was heaving, her breasts in my hands, my fingers twisting and teasing her nipples. "Not yet," she repeated, pushing my hands away.

  Once again, she stood up and turned around to face me. She pushed hard on my chest, and I allowed her to lay me back on the bed. Jasmine straddled me and lifted my shirt up from the bottom just enough to expose my stomach. She kissed the exposed skin, lifting the shirt as she went, continuing to kiss her way up to my chest. I squirmed as I felt her tongue linger to lick and taste me. She continued her seduction as she began to take off my clothes.

  After a long, agonizing minute, she removed my shirt completely and lowered her mouth to mine. The kiss was hot. Her lips and tongue frantic and harsh against mine. I wondered if it was possible to bruise lips, because mine felt swollen, as she pulled away.

  "Getting there," she murmured as she ran her fingernails over my chest, paying special attention to my nipples.

  "You're evil," I muttered, closing my eyes.

  Her laugh was soft, and it stirred my cock even more. A groan tore out of me.

  "Don't like being tortured, do you?" Her fingers wrapped around my cock and squeezed.

  More pre-cum leaked out, but already she had removed her hand.

  "I'm not going to lay back and take this for much longer," I warned.

  "Oh, you will if you want me."

  My eyes flew open. "That's not how this works," I protested.

  "Just this once," she pleaded.

  How could I deny her anything? I was so crazy with desire, I would let her do just about anything to me.

  "Just… just don't take too long about it," I grumbled.

  "Isn't that the point?" she asked innocently. "Rushing this would take away some of the pleasure." She licked her lips.

  I groaned. "Torture."

  Her hand reached around behind her to grab my cock again. "You're so hard and big. I can't wait to ride you."

  "Well then." I thrust my hips upward. "Get on."

  "Not with your jeans on."

  She shimmied down the length of my body, so she wasn't straddling my chest anymore, and slowly eased off my jeans. Finally, we were both naked. She could ride me all night long if she wanted to.

  Again, I closed my eyes, wanting to relish in her soft touches. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth were licking and sucking the tip of my cock. Just the tip, not the rest of him. Teasing me with the possibilities. I wanted to rip out my hair. This really was torture, and the wait was agonizing.

  Her mouth released the tip of my cock, and I moaned in frustration. But then she rubbed her slick folds against me. Letting the tip of my cock, glide against her entrance. Every time I thought she would finally take me inside of her, she moved away.

  I gripped her shoulders and pulled her down to kiss her. It felt so hot to taste myself on her lips. Lifting my hips, I tried to force her down onto me.

  She wiggled and tried to fight me, but when I reached a hand between us and stroked her clit, she let out a gasp and slid down onto me.

  "Like that?" I asked, applying more pressure, thrusting upward with my hips.

  "You do know what I like…" She closed her eyes, head back. So fucking erotic. So fucking hot.

  She continued her slow, tortuous pace even when I began to stroke her clit faster and harder with my fingers. She continued to torture me. Her deep, heavy breathing told me she was close, though, and I pulled my hand away.

  Her eyes opened, and she glowered at me. "Why did you stop?"

  "You were torturing me…all’s fair right," I said with a smirk.

  "You loved it," she protested, but began riding me a little harder and faster.

  "And you don't?"

  "I just want… oh!"

  I had lifted my hips high just when she had brought herself down, and I buried myself deep inside of her. Again, I thrust deep into her until I felt her walls collapse and pulse around my cock, so tight and warm and wet.

  She screamed my name then, and it was almost my undoing. But I didn't allow myself to release just yet. I refused to give her the satisfaction just yet.

  "Where do you think you're going?" I asked when she lifted herself off my shaft.

  "Relax." She reached behind her and played with my balls. Oh, fucking hell. Jasmine was a vixen. She was going to kill me. Death by near orgasm.

  Well, there were a lot of other worse ways to go, but I would prefer death while actually orgasming.

  Jasmine winked at me. I winked back, waiting for her to make her next move. As enjoyable as this torture was, she was on a short leash. She just didn't know it yet. Eventually, I was going to take over, and then she'd realize that torture wasn't just for me.

  One long, lean leg crossed over so both were on the right side of me. Then the other leg crossed to be on the left. She'd turned around, so now her back faced me. I rubbed my hands on her smooth back, enjoying the view of her round ass. Her fingers secured my cock, and she guided me into her. She straddled me again, and I couldn't tell who was enjoying it more, her or me.

  Each time she lifted up, I squeezed her ass. God, what a view. What a fucking incredible view.

  I tried to reach around to touch her clit, to force another orgasm out of her, but I couldn't quite reach, not with me lying down. Her movements were becoming more frantic, and while I loved that she was controlling the action, her grunts were becoming more and more frustrated. If she was going to come again, she needed my help.

  The next time she went up, I quickly made my move and sat up.

  "Oh," she gasped, falling forward.

  My hands cupped her tits, pulling her back up so she was sitting on my lap backward.

  "I can't…" she muttered.

  "You can. You will."

  She shifted her legs slightly and resumed her frantic pace. I kept my hands on her tits, squeezing them, tugging on her nipples. Her moans were growing louder and louder, and my grin was growing wider and wider to match. As soon as I touched her clit, she screamed. Another few thrusts and she was coming again.

  Jasmine sagged against me, but I started to chuckle. "Oh, we're not done yet."

  Over her shoulder, she glanced at me. "You haven't…"

  "Not yet." I picked her up and, moving carefully so that I stayed inside of her, laid her on the bed so that she was on all fours. One of my favorite positions—doggie style. I could go in so deep and touch her wherever I wanted…

  Now that I was in control—finally—I thrust into her deep, hard, and fast. She threw her head back, her long hair splayin
g across her back. Holding onto her hip with one hand, I pushed her hair aside with the other and kissed her neck. Her giggle quickly turned into a moan when I slammed into her again.

  "Do you like that?" I asked, thrusting deeper.

  "Oh… y-yes…"

  "How about this?" I pulled all the way out of her and then plunged all the way back in.

  Her scream echoed off the walls. So loud. Jasmine was a screamer, just like Allie had been.