Broken (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 1)

by Michelle Betham

  ‘Can we stop talking, Mack?’

  She don’t have to ask me twice.

  I reach out and place a hand between her tits, because, for some reason I ain’t even gonna try and explain – there’s enough confusing shit going on right now – I want to feel her heart beat. I want to know if it’s beating as fast as mine, and it is. It’s pounding away inside of her, and I ain’t ever felt anything like that before. I’m in crazy-shit territory here. And then her eyes lock with mine and I don’t care how crazy or terrifying this is. I don’t fucking care no more.

  I slide my hand down, and her skin’s soft and warm beneath my fingers, and I feel my cock straining to be set free. It can wait, just a few more seconds. There’s something I need to do first. Somewhere I need to go.

  Her eyes burn into mine, and I swear I can feel sweat breaking out on my forehead. And as I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties she bites down on her lip, still staring right at me like some hungry, sex-starved virgin schoolgirl and that thought alone almost makes me come before I’ve even had a chance to know what she feels like.

  I sink to my haunches and slowly slide her panties down over her thighs, right down until they fall to the floor and she steps out of them. I toss them aside and zone in on her shaved pussy, touching her smooth skin, ignoring my protesting cock. The throbbing is painful, but it’s just gonna have to be patient.

  Leaning forward, I close my eyes and press my mouth against her soft slit, and her tiny, quiet moans cause my cock to protest even harder. Tough. My tongue’s getting some action first.

  She opens her legs a little wider, her fingers in my hair as I plunge into her soaking wet heaven. Her clit’s swollen and hard as I flick my tongue over it, drawing more, slightly louder moans out of her. Jesus! She tastes so fucking good! Musky and sweet and so freakin’ hot! I don’t often go down on women. Only done it a couple of times. I prefer them to go down on me, but this – I want this, before I give my cock the chance to have what it’s wanted since the second I first saw her in Laney’s.

  I feel her legs weaken slightly as I pull her wider apart; I want to get my tongue as deep inside her as I can, and her fingers grip my scalp tightly as push in, my face right up against her now, and there ain’t no other place I want to be.

  I roll my tongue around, licking her out, and I feel her juices trickle down my throat because it’s taken me all of a few seconds to make her come. But, hey, I’m Mack Slayer. I can make women come just by looking at ‘em.

  ‘Oh, Jesus!’ Her cries echo around the kitchen as she pushes down on me, and I drink her in, feeling her shudder as I swallow her warm, sweet juices; feel them slide down over my chin. ‘Jesus… Mack!’

  She groans my name, and I finally pull away from her, wiping my damp chin with my forearm. Her face is flushed, and I press my hand against her chest again. Her heartbeat’s out of control now, slamming against my palm, her tits rising and falling as she breathes heavy and hard and I bend my head to suck on a nipple. I’m in freakin’ heaven here! Because I know she’s gonna let me do what the hell I want to her. And there was me thinking she wasn’t gonna be that easy. They’re all easy. Even the ones I think I can’t have, I just have to keep the faith. They all succumb eventually, and in all fairness, it didn’t take this one all that long to realize it was only ever gonna end one way.

  Maybe once really will be enough. I hope it is. Because when this is done, and I have to tell her that I can’t help her no more, she might never want to see me again.

  Izzi

  I want him to take me like a low-down filthy whore. I need him to take me like a low-down filthy whore. Now. I want him to hurt me, to push me to my furthest limits until I can take no more. I don’t want nice, safe, perfect sex. I want dangerous sex. I want it harsh and painful because it was never like that with Aiden. Ever. It was always safe. Always good. So I can’t have that kind of sex here. But I do need sex. I need the release it’s going to give me; that momentary feeling of calm as those final tingles recede. I need him to think he’s in control, when really it’s me. And, yes, this is happening way sooner than I’d intended, but I can do this. I can make it work. I haven’t ruined anything. I’m in control.

  Feeling his tongue circle my clit before plunging inside me was only the beginning. He made me come, so he’s got the power back, and that’s fine. That’s good, because I need him to be at his powerful best now. It was starting to verge on normal just then, and I don’t want normal. I stopped wanting that a long time ago. I want warped and twisted and sick. So I need him to take me like some cheap, dirty, biker whore.

  He sucks on my nipple, and it feels good, he has a tongue that can obviously work magic on any part of my body it chooses to. But it’s time to move on now.

  I drop my hand and touch his cheek, guiding his head up until he’s looking at me. But nobody speaks. There’s no need.

  I take hold of his shirt, clenching the material up in my fist as I pull him against me, our mouths crashing together. I think it’s a kiss that’s been waiting to happen since the minute I first saw him in the bar just a couple of nights ago. I’ve obviously got so much pent-up shit still left inside me that I was always going to explode, at some point, despite all the work I’ve done to try and control that.

  His kiss is verging on painful, and I like it. His teeth bite my bottom lip as his hands cling onto me, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before. And I’m not counting Aiden in that. I’ll never want anyone the way I wanted Aiden, I loved him. I don’t love Mack, I barely know him. I don’t know if I’ll ever love anyone ever again, it’s too painful. Losing them, it’s just too much. So this is sex, nothing more. This is something I need to do. It needs to happen, for a reason.

  I pull away, just a touch, but my mouth still rests against his as I speak. ‘Take me like I’m some worthless hooker who’s giving it for free. Ram your cock so deep inside me, so hard it makes me fucking scream.’

  ‘That’s a dirty mouth for such a beautiful face.’

  ‘I want to be fucked by Mack Slayer.’

  ‘Not the man you think I’m hiding inside?’

  I shake my head and lower my hand so it falls onto his bulging cock. He’s hard and ready; I’m wet and waiting. Game on. ‘I want to be fucked by Mack Slayer,’ I repeat, my eyes staring into his, hoping he reads my silent message right.

  He does. Before I can catch a breath he’s turned me around and slammed me up against the countertop, his hand pushing my legs further apart. He winds his fingers in my hair and yanks my head right back, but this is exactly how I want it. I need him to be rough, I need the sex to be dark. I need him to think he’s pulling the strings here.

  I hear him pull the zipper on his jeans, and then he rams his rock-hard cock into me with such force it pushes my hips right up against the cupboard, the drawer handle digging into my stomach but I don’t care. It only adds to the twisted excitement I’m feeling right now. My cries are ones of pleasure; he’s hurting me in the most beautiful way, and I think he knows that. I hope it turns the bastard on as much as it is me.

  I can feel every inch of him inside me now, so deep I know he can’t go any further, and it really does hurt. But that’s good. I want his thrusts to be wild and wrong. So I push my ass back against him, forcing him to thrust some more, even though he can’t go any deeper.

  I clench my inner muscles so I’m gripping him tight, and he shouts out loud, and pulls my head back even further as his fingers tangle in my hair. And then I feel it, feel his body stiffen and he’s coming in long, pulsating waves, his animalistic cries filling the room; he’s almost howling!

  ‘Jesus fucking Christ!’ he breathes as he pulls me up, and I lean back against him. ‘I ain’t done with you yet, darlin’.’

  I shiver at his words, at the way he speaks them, his voice all low and gravely. I don’t want him to be done with me. Not yet. So I close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder as he runs his hands all
over my body, his lips on my neck covering it in hot, sensual kisses. It’s a quiet interlude. A brief respite. But everything I’ve learned, I’m putting it into practice now. And my teacher, he’d be so proud of me...

  Mack

  She wants fucked-up sex, I’ll give her fucked-up sex. I can do twisted shit like nobody’s business, but I ain’t gonna push it too far today. I’m kidding myself if I think I ain’t gonna want to fuck this girl again. I already want to fuck her again. But too much too soon and all that crap. Don’t want her getting bored of me before I’ve had time to show her depravity at its lowest level.

  I slowly pull out of her, and my cock’s still rock hard. I need to be back inside her, so I lift her up, and her legs wrap around my hips as I push back into her.

  It’s hot in here, in this room, and I can feel sweat on both our bodies, but she’s got the advantage of being naked, she’s lucky. I’m still fully clothed, it’s only my ass that’s exposed. And it’s like I’m working on freakin’ auto-pilot here, I can’t stop thrusting, even though I can’t believe I’ve got anything left inside me. But I must have, because it wants out.

  She unwraps her arms from my neck and leans back, right back, disentangling her legs from my hips and spreading them wide. Fucking Jesus! This girl is a freakin’ walking wet dream! She’s spread-eagled on the countertop with those tits pointing to heaven and her clit begging me to sky-rocket her to fucking paradise!

  I watch my cock as it thrusts in and out of her, and I reach down to rub her clit between my thumb and forefinger. It’s hard, and just touching it causes her to cry out, which makes me come so suddenly I just wasn’t prepared for it. But it’s happening. And once again my head is spinning and I can feel the blood pumping around me so fast I feel dizzy. And she’s coming too, because I’m still rubbing her clit, and I swear to God I’ve never fucked like this before. I’ve never felt so confused or overwhelmed or so freakin’ high!

  I take hold of her knees and push her legs as far apart as they can go, which forces a small yelp of pain from her, but I need to witness those final few seconds of my cock buried deep inside her. Not that it’s gonna be the last time it goes there. Whatever happens after we’re done here, because I still have to tell her I can’t do what she’s asked of me; whatever happens after that, she ain’t leaving this town ‘til I’ve fucked her every which way I freakin’ can.

  I throw my head back and close my eyes as I slowly pull out of her. I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for as long as we’ve been fucking, and it’s almost a relief to let it out now. My whole body feels like it’s just endured one hell of a work out, and I can only imagine how she’s feeling. I mean, she’s had my cock rammed up her for the past twenty minutes or so. If she ain’t sore then I ain’t doing my job properly.

  I realize I’m still holding on to her knees and I let go, looking at her as she raises herself to a sitting position. Her eyes are shining, not cold and dead like they appeared to be the night I met her. But there’s still something behind them I can’t read. She’s nowhere near being an open book, but I like that.

  She closes her legs slightly, but not by much, and I can’t believe my fucking cock is hard again as I watch her rip off a piece of kitchen paper and slowly wipe herself clean. I raise my gaze, although I have no idea why, I could look at her pussy for hours, and our eyes lock as she throws the paper in the trash.

  ‘We done?’ she asks, her legs still open, and I reach out to touch her, slowly sliding my fingers inside her, just to begin with, because I fully intend to fist her. We’re gonna finish this thing properly.

  ‘No. We ain’t done. A few more minutes, OK, baby?’

  She groans quietly, her head falling back as I carefully maneuver the rest of my hand inside of her. It slips in effortlessly, and I drop my head for a beat or two, closing my eyes as I push deeper, going in up to my wrist. She’s so fucking warm, and she’s still soaking wet. So I move my hand around a bit, drawing more loud moans from her, and my cock joins the party again as I twist my wrist around.

  I look down, because she’s touching herself, her fingers gently stroking her clit while I invade her beautiful, shit-hot body. And the sight of her bringing herself off, combined with my hand buried deep inside her causes my cock to unexpectedly explode; I can actually hear cum hitting the cupboard door. It’s shooting out of me so fast I can’t stop it, and because it took me by surprise my hand reacts inside her, and she’s coming too, her body jerking, her muscles gripping my wrist. Like I said, I’m in crazy-shit territory here. And it’s a place I ain’t ever been before. But, hell, I’m coming back!

  She lets out a small cry as I pull my hand out of her, and it’s my turn to reach for a towel. My fucking arm is covered in her, glistening with her juices from the wrist to the tips of my fingers. And I want to see her taste herself; just one, last twisted perversion before we step back into reality. But she’s a fucking mind reader, this one, and I can’t believe she’s doing it, but she grabs my hand and brings it to her lips, her eyes burning into mine as she takes my fingers in her mouth and sucks herself off of me. This must be a dream, but if it is I’m praying to whatever God is out there to never wake me up. I’m happy here.

  ‘I need to pee,’ she whispers, sliding down from the countertop and I watch as she makes her way down the hallway to the bathroom. I want to watch her take a piss. It’s not something I’ve ever really wanted to do before, but I want to watch her do it. Just thinking about it’s making me horny again, but I resist the urge to follow her into the bathroom. I still need to talk to her, to tell her what’s gonna happen now.

  The games are over.

  Or maybe – and this is my biggest fear – they’re only just beginning…

  Chapter Eight

  Izzi

  I lean back against the bathroom door and breathe in deep. I can’t believe I let that happen so soon. And I can’t believe I enjoyed every second of it, that’s what makes me feel slightly sick. I’m sore and bruised and tired, but I don’t regret it. That needed to happen, and it played out just the way I wanted it to. I wanted sex, with Mack Slayer. A man I’ve known less than two days. I wanted his cock inside me, but I got so much more than I bargained for. There isn’t a part of me he hasn’t seen now. I have nothing left – physically – that is private. But I don’t regret that.

  I walk over to the mirror and stare at my reflection. My face is flushed, my eyes bright. I’m so used to seeing myself with an almost dead expression, because that’s how I’ve felt this past year. Dead. Like I said before, I’ve been existing not living, but out there, with Mack Slayer’s impressive cock inside me, his hands roaming all over my body, that felt good. I just hope I’m doing my job properly, because one thing hasn’t changed. I still want the bastards who killed Aiden and my father dead. That’s why I’m doing this, that’s why I need Mack Slayer to be in a position where there isn’t anything he won’t do for me… actually, no. Something has changed. I still want them dead. I won’t settle until they’re as cold and lifeless as the two men I loved more than anything. It’s just that, I don’t want Mack to kill them. That’s what I’d wanted, originally; for someone else to kill them, because I wasn’t sure I could do it. I didn’t know how far I’d be able to push myself. But now – now it’s a job I really think I should carry out myself.

  I didn’t think I could do this on my own.

  I was wrong.

  I can do anything.

  Mack Slayer isn’t going to kill anyone.

  I am.

  Mack

  It’s only ten thirty in the morning, but I think I deserve a beer. I’ve cleaned up the mess I made all over the cupboard, I figured that was the least I could do. Ain’t her job to clean that shit up. But as I look at the countertop – yeah. That might need some attention before anyone eats off of it.

  My head snaps up as I hear her come back into the room. She’s had a shower, and I can see her skin is still damp. But it’s her eyes – they’re cold again. The ice is b
ack. And I don’t know why I’m reading anything into that, she was stone cold before and it didn’t stop me wanting her; didn’t stop me having her. ‘You OK?’ Hey! I can be a gentleman when I want to be. I got manners.

  ‘I’m just fine.’

  She walks over to me, and I can’t take my eyes off her tits. They’re pushing against her T-shirt, begging me to give them some attention and I could suck on those tits like a baby, all day long. Man, I got it bad!

  She don’t miss the fact I’m staring but, shit! Come on! I’ve just had my fist up her pussy. I don’t think me staring at her tits is gonna bother her.

  She’s right in front of me now, and I take a second to actually look at her properly. She really is beautiful. And contrary to what I thought before, I don’t think there’s anything fake about her, well, maybe her hair color. Her pussy’s shaved so I can’t say for sure.

  ‘We really do need to talk now,’ she whispers, and she slides a hand around the back of my neck and pulls my head down, and her mouth’s on mine before I can say anything. She’s got me here; I’m like a cornered rat as she pushes me back against the wall, her tongue sliding into my mouth and I take it, gladly. This is a first for me, I have to tell you. No woman’s ever made a move on me, not like this. Ain’t ever happened before, until now.

  I slip a hand up under her T-shirt and touch the small of her back, sliding it lower, cupping her ass, and she ain’t wearing no panties now. I guess Jesus does listen to my prayers.

  ‘You wanna talk now?’ I murmur, keeping my hand on her ass. She ain’t complaining.

  She nods and leans in to kiss me again, and her mouth, man, it’s all warm and soft and I suddenly realize how much I like kissing her. It’s not something I’ve ever taken a great deal of pleasure in; kissing. I’ve always thought it too intimate; it brings you too close to someone. Kissing can give out messages I ain’t ever wanted to send, so I’ve never really spent a great deal of time indulging in it. I fuck ‘em and run, that’s the way it’s always been. I never saw a need to change that. But the way Izzi’s kissing me now…