BROKEN ANGEL: Devil's Route MC

by Nicole Fox

  “I love it,” I said, going one better, knowing he would appreciate it. “I love feeling your touch.”

  “Good girl,” he said, gifting me with his lips on one sensitive nipple.

  I moaned again as pleasure slowly spread out from where he touched, as it slowly spread from my sex.

  He leaned down, kissed me again. “Such a good girl,” he growled again, his voice raw with passion as his hand dipped down between my thigh and roughly parted my legs.

  I moaned a little more loudly as his hands found my sex, as they began to tease me. He stroked up my inner thighs, his nails just barely grazing over my skin.

  I needed him, I knew. Needed him like plants needed water, or we needed air. I moved my hips invitingly, trying to entice his hand to move higher, to give me what I craved.

  Koen slid his hand higher, the tips of two fingers just barely stroking up and parting my lips. “Is this what you want, Jace?”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir,” I said. “I want it, please.” I spread my legs wider for him, anticipating what he would want next.

  He slowly, so slowly, traced his fingers around the hood of my clit. I bit my lip, not wanting to call out too loudly, even as the pleasure began to well up inside me. I moved my wrists a little, just because I felt like testing him, then gasped as he squeezed his hand tighter together.

  “Try it again,” he admonished, sliding two fingers into me and finding my g-spot, “and I'll have to punish you.”

  I nodded as well as I could with my head thrown back and moaning under this incessant pleasure, secretly relishing the idea of a punishment by Koen. The feel of his strong hands on my backside, spanking me till I cried out for more. Just the thought of being bent over his lap, with his hard cock pressing into my stomach as he smacked my bare ass was too delicious to pass up.

  He squeezed his hand tighter around my wrist, securing them, as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

  My whole body quaked with the new stimulation, and I arched up off the bed. I felt like I was dissolving into a puddle of liquid, erotic heat, even though I knew my whole body had seized and begun to shake. I came almost violently, crying out as he mercilessly played with my pussy, making me a puppet for that strong hand of his.

  I knew what I wanted, now, as the orgasm rippled through my body like a set of tiny flares inside me. I looked down at him as I came down from the high of my orgasm. We locked passion-hooded eyes.

  What fun is having someone in control if you can't test the limits of that control? I struggled against the hands gripping my wrists.

  “What did I tell you?” he asked, sighing like I was a wayward strumpet.

  I cringed back a little, giving him what he wanted to see. “Not to struggle, sir.”

  “Come here, then,” he said as he rearranged himself so his back was against the wide, heavy headboard and dragged me across his lap. It wouldn't have mattered if I'd tried to struggle, he was just too strong. Besides, I was craving it. “This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

  # # #

  Koen

  I spanked her, not so much for punishment, but to show her I could. She pushed back, meeting each open-handed slap with a sharp, moaning cry. After each set of five, I carefully soothed away the pain, rubbing her smooth, reddened ass.

  Slap.

  “Oh! Koen!”

  Slap. “Count.” Another slap.

  “One!”

  Another.

  “Two!”

  My hand came down, smacked her perfect ass again as she wiggled under the swat.

  “Three!”

  This continued for a while, till she reached ten. My slick cock was hard as an iron bar, digging almost painfully into her stomach. I readjusted myself as she pleaded for me to play with her.

  “Please,” she whined, her voice higher than normal, “just touch me again. Please.”

  I stroked her puffy lips from behind, slid two fingers into her.

  Jace moaned, spread her thighs for me as I reached down and grabbed one of her small, pert breasts, rolled her nipple in my fingers, and pinched. She cried out again, her whole body arching backwards, nearly coming up off my lap as I fingered her. She pushed back into my hand, grinding herself on my fingers.

  “Oh God,” Jace cried out, her whole body purring like a finely tuned machine, “use me, sir. I'm yours, I belong to you. I promise you.”

  I was tired of this slapping and playing, though. I wanted in her pussy again. I lifted her off my lap and helped her straddle me. “Now,” I said. “I want my cock inside you, now.”

  Facing me, her small, firm tits pressing into my chest, I gripped her tightly by the hips. Together we lowered her pussy onto my cock, my head splitting her lips wide. “Oh, Koen,” she groaned, her voice several octaves lower than normal as her eyes went wide. “God, you feel amazing.”

  It was like sliding into pure, liquid heat. I threw my head back against the headboard, groaning as she took all of me inside her. I moved my hips as I raised and lowered her tiny frame, fucking her like it was the last thing we'd do.

  Our lips found each other in the dim light, hers soft and begging for my touch, mine crushing and hard. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, groaning as she sucked on it greedily.

  I felt her tighten and contract around my cock, milking me as I fucked her. Her whole body convulsed and shook as she cried out into my mouth.

  I moved her faster up and down my pole, dragging her up and down the whole length like she was a feather. I moved my hips, rubbing her clit with the base of my cock.

  She broke away from my mouth, gasping for air. “Koen,” she cried out again, her whole body shaking.

  I kissed her neck, pushed her back, sucked first one tit into my mouth, then the other. The whole time, a litany of words came from my mouth. “Do you like that, Jace? Do you like having my cock buried inside you? Am I making you cum all over my cock?”

  “Yes, Koen,” she said, “God, yes. Please, don't stop.”

  She shook again and cried out as her nails dug into my shoulders deep enough to almost draw blood.

  The sharp pain from her cuts and gouges must have sent me over the edge. I picked up my pace, feeling my orgasm swelling inside my heavy balls. It felt like it had been ages since we'd fucked, since she'd drained me.

  I sped up, dragging her up and down my cock, bouncing her on my lap in a blur.

  She buried her mouth on my neck, sucking and biting me, her moans and groans loud enough for the neighbors in the next state to hear. “Yes! Fuck me, Koen!”

  Finally, my whole body stiffened. It might as well have been a volcano spewing pleasure and warmth that erupted inside of me. My hands tightened down on her hips, holding her in place as I fucked her hard and fast. I tensed and cried out in the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, my whole body seeming to empty into her, filling her, mixing with her.

  She began to shake as I came inside her, her beautiful sex clamping down on me as I thrust into her, stroking me from the inside. She cried out, her head thrown back, her neck bared to me.

  I kissed her neck as I slowly came to a stop. I realized then, that I wasn't going soft. In fact, I was just getting warmed up.

  She pressed her breasts into my chests, took my face in both hands, and kissed me again.

  “Ready for round two, big boy?” she whispered.

  I grinned. “We can go all night,” I whispered back before kissing her and flipping her on her back.

  I awoke with a start, my mind still filled with the smell of Jace, the feel of her warm body pressed against mine despite the chill of the cooling sweat that covered my chest. Goddamn that had been intense! I hadn't had a dream that felt that real since I was just starting puberty. And, even back then, it hadn't felt so real.

  “Jesus,” I said, realizing I had a hard-on from Hell. It was almost painful. I lay there in bed, shaking my head against my pillow. I glanced over at my alarm clock and checked the time. Four o'clock in the morning. I grumbled and lay back.


  “Well,” I began to say to myself, but didn't finish my thought. I just closed my eyes, instead, and brought up the memory of the dream, of Jace crying out as I spanked her ass, as she ground against me. I reached beneath the covers, found my manhood, and started to do the only thing I could.

  I didn't know how much longer I could do this.

  Living without Jace was Hell. If I was never going to see her again, I might as well just hop a bus down to New Orleans and get this slow torture over with. What was the point, otherwise?

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Jace

  The bell hanging over the front entrance to Walter's World of War rang violently, its brass clapper banging like crazy, as the door opened.

  I was in the back stacks, sorting through some items that had been misplaced. I mean, really, who would put The Crippled Eagles in the World War II section? I tucked the book under my arm and came around the corner of the shelf. “Hey,” I called out. “How are-”

  “Jace?”

  I stopped in my tracks, nearly dropped my copy of the out of print book right there on the floor. I shook my head from side-to-side. “No fucking way,” I said, my voice almost gone from surprise.

  There, in all her glory, stood Benji. Still thin as a rail, with her high-pitched voice. She'd dyed her hair black, pitch black, and had gotten her eyebrow pierced. But, yeah, that was her, grinning from ear to ear.

  I ran to her, she ran to me, and we met in the middle like the Germans and the Allies at the Battle of the Bulge. I'd been doing some reading in my downtime, okay?

  We circled around, our arms clasped around the other. “Oh my god,” I said, realizing there were tears squeezing out from the corners of my eyes.

  “I hardly recognized you without makeup,” Benji said.

  “Me?” I asked. “You, with your black hair and piercings.” I laughed as we broke apart and looked her up and down.

  “Yeah, well, I can wear what I want now, right?” she replied, still grinning.

  We went in, hugged again, laughed louder. Loud enough that I heard Wally's chair shift in the back room. “Andrea? You alright out there?” he asked in his quavering voice.

  “Yeah, Wally!” I called back. “Mind if I take my lunch early? Old friend just came by.”

  “Oh, go ahead. It's raining today, so it'll probably be slow. Take all the time you need.”

  I grabbed my purse from behind the counter. I grabbed Benji's hand as I flew past her and dragged her out into the Seattle mist.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, laughing.

  “Coffee shop!” I said. “I haven't been able to talk to anyone in months unless it was about Napoleon's campaigns or the Civil War, girl!”

  “Months?” Benji asked and sighed.

  We got into the coffee shop and ordered our drinks. Despite how empty the place was, we still kept the really deep chit chat, like what was going on with the F&BMC to a minimum while we waited. I wanted to be somewhere quiet and secluded before we went into all that.

  After our drinks finally came, we headed off into the back area, with its small coffee table and overstuffed chairs. I cradled my cappuccino between two hands and settled down. Benji took the seat across from me, and after a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying any close attention to us, our words came out in a mutual avalanche.

  “How's the MC?” I asked.

  “Have you heard from Koen?” Benji asked at the same time.

  We both laughed. “Okay,” I said, “you go first. You're the one who came all the way up here, right?”

  She grinned. “Yeah,” she said in that high-pitched voice of hers, “things are going great. You have no idea. I managed to get the info out of that,” she dropped her voice low, “FBI agent on where to find you. I just wanted to see how you were doing, and to say thank you.”

  “She didn't happen to tell you where to find Koen, did she?” I asked.

  “You guys still haven't spoken?” she asked, making a face.

  I shook my head and took a sip of coffee. I set the mug aside, frowning. “Still won't let us even know where the other is. He could be in Oregon for all I know.”

  “I just don't get it,” my friend said. “We're all safe. Volkov hasn't come after the club at all. I mean, Hell, I still work there.”

  “Yeah? How's that going?” I asked, wanting to change the subject from Koen. It was painful to even think about, especially after my dream the night before.

  She smiled coyly, almost conspiratorially. “I started dating one of the guys.”

  I grinned, my eyebrows waggling. “In the club?”

  She nodded.

  “He cute?”

  She grinned wider and pulled out her phone. She flipped through, showing me the pictures. He was cute as Hell, but still looked like a nice guy. Thankfully none of their dirtier shots came up as we went through the images.

  As we went through the shots, though, my mind wandered back to Koen. We couldn't have that, the picture taking, the smiles, the feel of our bodies against each other, the taste of our lips.

  None of it.

  Benji must have noticed the change in my expression. “Jace, honey,” she said. “You need to talk to that agent, see if there's a way for you guys to be together. Like I said, Aleksey hasn't come after us. Things are fine.”

  I knew why he hadn't gone after them, though. It was because Koen took all the heat on the deal. Now, Aleksey was focused on him. I shook my head, saying, “With Aleksey still out and in control, we're not safe, girl. He casually ordered us executed in that park, had Xavier murdered. As soon as we set foot in town, we'll have bullseyes on our backs. Even if we found each other, somehow, and stayed away, we'd always be looking back over our shoulder.”

  Benji sighed and frowned. “Yeah, you're probably right.” She reached across and grabbed my hand, squeezed it tight. “Still sucks, though.”

  I smiled a wistful little smile. “Yeah,” I said, squeezing back. “It sure does.”

  # # #

  Koen

  I was standing at the edge of the dealership's main building, staring out into the sun-beaten lot, sucking down bad coffee from a cheap Styrofoam cup. My starched dress shirt itched my skin, the collar dug into my neck, and my tie felt ugly, like it was choking me. Even my face was irritated from the fresh shave that morning.

  This was bullshit. Absolute bullshit.

  I was wasting my life, here. Not only did I not have Jace by my side, but I couldn't ride my bike either. I had to wake up every morning, work a shitty job I hated. And the only consolation I had was getting to rub one out after my subconscious delivered up a hot dream.

  I could just leave, though. I knew I could. I could start searching for my woman. Go high and low, looking everywhere. Just take what money I had, buy a cheap, reliable car from the owner here, then take off. Start in one state and zigzag across the country. Start someplace like Maine, then come back down through the states, stopping at each one.

  Better yet, I'd start in Washington, work my way down to Oregon, then through to California. Check in every coffee shop, tattoo parlor, bar, book store. You name it, I could search it.

  I took another sip of coffee, the bitter brew filling my mouth. It had been on the burner since the early hours of the morning, and it had picked up that acrid flavor a while ago.

  As I swallowed it down, though, I realized that finding her wouldn't accomplish a damn thing. What made me think I was so damned special that I could find her and outwit the Russian mob while we went into hiding? Why did I think I could get away with it, when no one else had?

  All it would do if I found her was put a target around our necks. What use would it be to get her back, just to be torn apart again right after? And, that time, forever? How much more bitter it would be to watch as Jace was put in the ground?

  If The Wolf found us, the one that died first would be the luckier of the two. The one that lived would be stuck and alone until the ground ate them up, too.

  N
o, if we were going to be back together, I had to put that crazy idea out of my head.

  I frowned and poured out the rest of my coffee.

  Aleksey had to go first. No other way about it.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Jace

  Benji stayed with me for a couple days, both of us sharing the small efficiency. It was cramped, but it was just like the old days. It was funny to think how much things had changed in just the last few months. We'd gone from being roommates and hookers, to working as bartenders and bookstore clerks.