Paris_Lost Valkyries MC

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Beatrice says from behind me. “Lyra excels in different martial art styles, techniques…whatever…and she teaches self-defense.”

  The spike of adrenaline that fills my veins is tainted with lust. I’m itching to see if she can handle me. All of me. I’ve never been cut out for the lovemaking type of sex. Believe me when I say that it’s hard to find a woman who’s cut out for my type of fucking. It’s not as simple as having the body and lust to back that shit up. It’s something that stretches into the demand of being the full package; my counterpart with a solid backbone.

  I back her up into church. The room has no windows and me shutting the door means it’s just the two of us. I’ve still got my fingers wrapped around her throat as I push her back against the door.

  Leaning forward until our noses almost touch, I make sure to let her know, “I have one fucking rule.”

  There’s not one bleep of movement in either her body, or demeanor, for that matter. She’s just waiting, calculating, until I’m finished to make her move.

  “Don’t ever hold back, because for fucking sure I never will,” I tell her before my mouth crashes over hers.

  I just can’t help it because my dick has been hard since she put her fists on her lush-full hips. Hell, who am I kidding? The fucker twitched when I first saw her leaning against her car. When my tongue slides over her lips and meets hers to swirl around in sync, her hands wrap around my wrist. I’m so fucking distracted by the way she’s returning the kiss with overwhelming force, that I’m absolutely stunned that I’m down on my fucking knees the next instant, pain flaring through my arm.

  Mental note; never underestimate this woman. She used a fucking wristlock that has me on my back with her looming over me. She’s still got her thumbs pressed into the back of my hand while she’s bending it in an unnatural direction. Fucking hell.

  “Didn’t realize I lost my touch from all those weeks of no sex,” I groan…in fucking pain because she’s still got me pinned. I mean, yeah, I can fight back…but that would mean I would have to hurt her.

  She releases me and presses one palm on my pecs while she cups my jaw and leans down in my face. Do I need to add the fact that she’s straddling me? Dammit, I want to grab her by the hips and rub her against my cock that’s straining against the zipper of my jeans. I bet I could blow a nut that way in mere seconds. I’m that turned on and it’s got nothing to do with not having sex in a while, but everything to do with her.

  She tsks at me. “Never lie. That’s my one fucking rule.”

  Her gaze slides down to my lips and I can clearly see the longing and lust written all over her face.

  “I need to bury my cock inside you so bad that I don’t think I can make it through the next few minutes if I don’t,” I throw out in all honesty.

  Her body shivers and she loses her footing with my statement, causing her to sit down on top of me. Cunt pressing cock separated only by thin fabric.

  Lyra swallows before she grinds her pelvis and whispers, “Clearly not lying.”

  Chapter 04

  ***Lyra***

  I shouldn’t do this, but I just can’t help myself when I lean forward and kiss him with a hunger that even surprises me. There haven’t been that many moments in my life where I was kissed by a guy, and none were like this. It’s like we’re fighting using just our lips and tongues.

  I’m completely lost by the way he makes me feel. It’s not just our mouths, it’s my whole body that he completely flares up. The way his scent wraps around me. Clean. Earthy. Like rosewood with a hint of tangy citrus. His hands pin me against his body while he thrusts his hips up, creating a friction that is lifting my body higher and higher into a state where it seems to increase the tingles that consume me.

  I need something, anything, to give in and let it all go, my skin feels too freaking tight. Involuntarily, I whimper when one of his hands slides into my hair. He pulls it while grinding our lower bodies in a way where my body detonates with intense pleasure that washes over me. I feel like I have to struggle to take air into my lungs. My eyes fly open when I hear his curses.

  He rolls our bodies so he’s now hovering over me. “Your whole face radiates pleasure when you come beautifully, mon petit oiseau.”

  The way he’s kissing me now might be a sweeter version of how he devoured me before, yet it still holds an edge to it that makes my nails dig into his back to pull him closer. His touch leaves me when he pulls back and starts to rip open and tug on my pants. I’m stunned by how easy he peels them away along with my panties. He then rips off his cut and shirt before he takes my mouth again.

  It’s like my brain is trying to play catchup with my body, and yet I don’t want to because I’m on a complete high from this guy and the way he makes me feel. I know I should mention I’ve never done this before. Had sex, that is. Though it seems like he makes it easy. Like dancing…follow the one who leads. Safe to say I can’t step on his toes, or dick for that matter, right? Oh. My. Freaking. Fire. In. Hell. Clearly, he can step on my pussy or it sure feels like it.

  “Fuck,” he groans and stills above me.

  I’ve got my eyes squeezed shut while I try to breathe through the pain caused from when he entered me. I’m distracted when I feel Paris’ lips feather over my neck while he murmurs sweet words. Well, they sound sweet, but I can’t understand any of it because he’s talking in French. It doesn’t matter though, because it’s like he knows exactly what my body needs.

  Then he starts to slide out of me and pushes right back in. There is no way I will ever forget this man or this moment for that matter. Feeling like I finally have a grip on my own body again, I lift my head and dig my teeth into his shoulder. This man drives me insane. As in ‘I don’t know what the hell I’m doing and I don’t freaking care’ because all that matters is ‘I need more and I need it now’.

  Paris groans and the way he picks up speed in his thrusting inside me indicates he’s enjoying what I’m doing. Somehow the way he’s connected with me is still not enough, so I lock my leg around him and try to guide him forward with my heel.

  “Little fucking bird, where the hell have you been all my life, huh? A damn virgin made for my cock to breach and take care of the way it needs to be handled. You have no clue how good your tight cunt feels wrapped around me. You want more, ma chéri? Is that why you’re urging me on? Just wait and I’ll rip the world as you know it apart and make a new one that’s solely created for you.” The emotion that his words are wrapped with take my breath away.

  “Do it,” I challenge while I scrape my nails over his back in a way that I’m sure to draw blood.

  He hooks an elbow underneath my leg and turns me slightly. This allows him to thrust into me even deeper. His fingers are wrapped tightly around my neck, overwhelming me with domination. And I hate to admit, but he’s right…the world shatters around me as an orgasm explodes. I hear him curse and pulse inside me as my body keeps the flow of pleasure coursing through my veins.

  If there was ever a moment in time that I could put on a loop, it would be these past few minutes. I have no clue how long it was but I don’t even care, just put it on a loop and I’d be happy spending the rest of my life locked in that moment.

  “Damn, that was fun,” I breathe when I finally manage to form words.

  “Woman, you’ve mentioned that same damn line after you were in a fight. How on Earth would you say the best damn fucking of my life was just fun?” Paris growls in my face.

  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. He’s right, it was the damn best fucking except… “It was my first time ever and don’t have anything to compare it to.”

  “Fucking hell,” Paris mutters before he pins me with a fierce look. “The only comparing will happen between our fucking in different positions and places, understood?”

  Wait…what? “Is there an ‘or else’ in that threat somewhere? Because we might have missed an agreement before we exchanged fluids,” I tell him a
nd murmur to myself, “Not that we had time to discuss anything, I really wish I could put it all on a loop and avoid this after sex talk.”

  “Damn fucking right there’s an ‘or else,” he tells me with venom in his words, “because I will put your cunt behind closed doors if,”

  I place a finger against his lips to silence him. “Pretty sure we don’t live in the middle ages where women wear a chastity belt.”

  He smiles against my finger before he catches it between his teeth. He’s still buried deep inside me, and although he’s getting soft, he starts to move and makes wetness trickle out. “Don’t tempt me, little bird. You won’t like what I’m capable of when someone pushes against boundaries I’ve set.”

  My only reply is a moan before there’s knocking on the door followed by a loud voice. “You done fucking in there, Prez?”

  “No, dammit,” Paris mutters and it makes me giggle.

  He stands up and pulls me along with him. “Come on, let’s get those clothes back on before you can strip them right off again.”

  “What does that mean?” I ask while I button up my jeans.

  Paris is leaning against a large table and watches me dress with his arms crossed across his chest. “I need to talk things through with my brothers. I’ll bring you up to my room where you can shower. I’ll let you know what’s going on when I’m done in here.”

  “I don’t think so.” I straighten my shirt and glare at him. “I want to be right here when you discuss things. You’d be surprised at how much I’m used to hearing, so I’m sure I can handle anything you guys will discuss and might have some valid input.”

  “Yeah, don’t think so, babe. No women allowed in church,” Paris tells me with a smirk on his face.

  I take one step closer to him. “I’m in here now, ain’t I? I’m staying.”

  The air rushes out of me when he dives straight at me and throws me over his shoulder.

  Chapter 05

  ***Paris***

  “Stop it. I don’t want to fucking drop you,” I tell her and smack that fine lush ass of hers.

  Lyra freezes before she digs her nails in my back. “I don’t care, because I’m going to throat punch you the second…”

  “No, you’re not, little bird. You’re going to let me take care of you. If you fight me on this I will grab some rope and tie you to my bed,” I promise her when I open the door to my room.

  She gasps, and when I slide her down my body, I can tell she’s shocked. She fucking should be because I’ll never lie to her. “You wouldn’t…” she whispers in a failed attempt.

  “Nah,” I quip and watch her face relax before I add, “I’ll use handcuffs instead of rope.”

  I block her attempt to run past me and I’ve got her pinned to the wall with me plastered against her back. I have to say that it’s a major turn-on to have a woman who knows how to handle herself. From what I’ve seen her do, I’m sure she can get out of the position I just put her in, and yet she’s allowing me to dominate her and loving every second.

  “Just so you know, Lyra…my cock is painfully hard knowing I don’t have to hold back with you. You’re built for raw fucking and all hands-on treatment, so please, give me all you got because I sure as hell can fucking take it.” I press my pelvis against her ass to make sure she feels what she does to me.

  She leans back against me in the limited space she has. I’ve never been this consumed by anything or anyone in my life. I spin her around and take her mouth in a way that has our teeth clashing. One hand kneading her breast while I keep her head locked with my other hand that’s gripping her neck but in no way cutting off her air supply.

  I have to pull away because I have business to deal with but mostly, “I would fuck you for hours but I bet you’re already sore from the first time. So why don’t you go and take a shower? I’ll put some boxers and a t-shirt of mine on the bed I want you to slip into. I promise I’ll let you know what’s discussed when I get back…but I want you safe and comfortable waiting in my bed, okay?”

  “Well since you put it like that,” she mutters before she gives me a lingering kiss and fuck…I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that.

  It’s so far from different than the raw stuff we just did and yet it spikes the same damn lust and emotions as before.

  With regret I pull back. “Gotta go now or I’ll bend you over the bed and take your ass.”

  Wide eyes stare right at me and she’s frozen in place.

  “I’m only kidding, little bird. When I do take that ass, I’ll take my time. Lay you on the bed, tongue-fuck that sweet pussy of yours so it won’t get jealous of all the action that’s gonna follow right next door, and work your body up until it’s ready for my cock.” Yeah, that’s it…I need to fucking leave because her eyes twinkle with interest. I cup her cheek and feather my lips over hers. “Go on, shower and relax, I’ll be right there.”

  “Wait.” She grabs my cut. “Beatrice, my friend…she…uhmm. She’s a bit of a weirdo but,” Lyra cringes.

  My interest is spiked about what she’s not saying but I’m sure she’s just worried. So I let her know, “I’ll make sure one of my brothers keeps an eye on her. Or am I missing something here?”

  “Beatrice’s boyfriend dumped her with a text stating she was even worse than a whore, so she’s on a sex binge to prove she’s not lacking in that department.” Lyra cringes again and this time it makes me chuckle.

  “Okay, Lyra. Don’t you worry, I know exactly how to handle this.” I’m trying like hell not to laugh because I can offer her a great solution. “I’ll get Titan out of his room to watch her and give her what she needs.”

  “Titan?” She bites down on her lip. “That name doesn’t sound very sweet or give me a comforting thought that she’s gonna be in good hands.”

  My thumb pulls her lip free from her teeth. “If what you just told me is true, and the fact that she screwed a guy she doesn’t know in a restroom…Titan might be a good option to settle this phase. His ass will be on a plane two weeks from now because he’s joining the US chapter of Lost Valkyries MC, the one I left a few weeks ago. Trust me, sweetheart, she needs Titan. He’s a man that leaves a woman totally satisfied for months…although it’s frustrating for him since it’s hard to get a woman to stick by him. But like I said, he’d be a good option for her to get over her issues.”

  She gives me a faint nod. “Okay. But you also need to know that the car I had was registered under one of my fake names. I don’t have anything with an address or name in my luggage, but Beatrice does. She’s more at risk than I am, and if that guy does find out who I really am…he would back away very slow because if he doesn’t…let’s just say he won’t live very long if they found out right this minute that I was attacked by him.”

  Fuck. Who the hell is she? Seems like I screwed up big time with assuming she’s…what? Dammit. And yet I couldn’t care less because I’m not going to let her go, she’s all kinds of perfect for me. “Besides being my Old Lady…just who the hell are you?”

  “Your…your…I’m, your…but…” She chokes on her words and it makes me swallow the rest of them so I can coax her into a relaxed state. And I just need to taste her once more because her lips are so fucking soft, they demand to be kissed.

  She’s still got her eyes closed when I pull my mouth away and stare at her. “Now tell me where you come from, little bird. Who exactly are you?”

  She swallows and I can tell she’s bracing herself for my reaction. “Lyra DeVario, daughter of Romario DeVario.” It’s just a whisper of words that falls from her lips, but damn…that’s not just a name, that’s a fucking high-status title, and it’s one I’m familiar with.

  My knuckles stroke down her cheek. “No wonder you can fight like that. Highest of the fucking highest mafia princess.” My tone is gentle before I realize something and anger slips in, “What the hell are you doing alone in Paris?”

  Great. She’s crossing her arms in front of her chest in defense, a clear s
ign I pissed her off. “Because Beatrice screwed both bodyguards and they were being a pain in the ass to us, and to each other. We were at this rest stop where you could pee and eat something. And I have to tell you that restroom breaks here in France are kind of weird. This one had a toilet…no, scratch that…it was a hole in the ground with a place to put your feet. And I had to pee because we had some French fries and this woman behind the counter asked if I wanted a drink along with it. I said no and then she basically covered the fries with the whole bottle of salt. Then, surprise, surprise…I was thirsty. Oh, wait…I forgot to mention that the tree we were sitting under was helpful for the army of ants that jumped off the branches and straight into our food. I mean…that place was all kinds of crazy, so when those bodyguards weren’t looking, Beatrice gave them two flat tires and we jumped into our car and drove off.”

  I’m trying to keep my cool during this whole rant until I can’t hold it in any longer and pop the crucial questions. “How long ago was this? Have you told your father?”

  “No way.” Lyra scrunches up her nose. “And that all happened about three hours before Jérôme was throwing ‘screw me eyes’ at Beatrice and vice versa while riding his bike next to our car.”

  “Fuck.” I shrug a hand through my hair. “Sit down, Lyra, and let me handle this.”

  Chapter 06

  ***Lyra***

  “Great. You’re going to call him so he can send guys to come get me, and that’ll be it. You’ll be done with me,” I mutter and I can’t even blame him.

  “Fuck no. I mean, yeah I’m going to call him, but no way in hell is anyone coming to get you. Didn’t you hear me claim you, woman? You’re my Old Lady, so no fucking way you’re going to leave my side.” He pins me with a gaze as if he’s daring me to disagree.