His Possession

by Tory Richards

  “Why should I when I have you?”

  “Oh! Fuck you, Raze!”

  “Good idea.”

  Very good idea.

  I stormed up the two steps leading to my front door, jerked Rosa inside behind me, and slammed the door closed. I didn’t give her time to speak or react, just pushed her back against the door and slammed my mouth down over hers. As soon as I got my tongue inside, got a taste of her passion, I almost lost it.

  I did lose it.

  My hands went to her hips and slipped around to cup her sweet ass. I groaned because it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel her flesh beneath my palms. Without breaking the kiss I undid her pants and then ran my open hands down over her luscious cheeks. Warm, pliable flesh filled my palms and I squeezed her tightly, grinding my hard dick into her. The nails biting into me fueled the lust surging through my fucking blood, her soft moans revealing her submission.

  “Fucking hell, my heart’s gonna explode right out of my chest,” I rasped against her swollen mouth. “This ass is mine, Rosa.” I dug my fingers into it, enjoying her whimper. “These lips are mine.” I kissed her again, hard, branding her with my own. “Do you hear me?”

  She nodded, breathless.

  “I want to hear you say it,” I demanded, my voice sounding like sandpaper over steel.

  “I hear you!” She shivered when my finger explored the enticing crack dividing those two fleshy half-moons. “Raze−” Her tone was between a plea and a warning. We were both panting now.

  I leaned my forehead against hers. “Fuck, I need to come.” I wanted in her cunt so fucking badly, but I knew I’d never make it, and if I did it would be over on the first thrust. I needed her mouth on my dick, and now, needed to see if the fantasies were as good as the real thing.

  She made me feel so fucking good, and at that moment I hated her for it. She was there for one reason only. I was supposed to make her pay. Not give her power.

  “Mouth on me, Rosa, now.”

  Chapter 9

  Rosa

  I didn’t think, just dropped to my knees, eager to love Raze the way I’d always dreamed. He had me so worked up that denying him wasn’t an option. I’d wanted him for so long that it didn’t matter that this wasn’t how I’d wanted our first time to be. At this point I would take him any way I could get him, prove to him that I loved him, and make him understand that I’d betrayed him because I hadn’t had a choice. I’d loved my mom too, and when it had come down to saving her or him, saving her had been the only thing I could do.

  I watched his large, rough hands undo his belt before popping the snap to his jeans and bringing the zipper down. I’d seen Raze naked once, purely by accident, so I was prepared for the huge cock he pulled out. I felt more moisture slip down the inside of my thighs at the sight of it. Hard, it was thick and long, pulsing as if it had a life of its own, and dripping pre-cum at the round, mushroom shaped head. I couldn’t help it, my mouth began to salivate and as I leaned forward the heavy scent of his sex beckoned me to slide my mouth over him.

  His long, deep groan filled the room. A hand twisted in the hair at the top of my head almost painfully, but I held down the cry and focused on the cock in my mouth. I could barely open wide enough to accommodate him, running my tongue along the ridges and veins that defined the magnificent muscle. Raze controlled my movements as he fucked my mouth with fast and furious intent. Each time he entered a grunt escaped him, and I glanced up to see the stamp of raw, naked desire on his chiseled face.

  “That’s it, baby, suck it good.”

  His voice was hard and raspy. The hand in my hair tightened even more as his movements sped up to a frenzied pace. The taste of pre-cum exploded on my tongue, causing more wetness to escape my pussy. My hands were braced against Raze’s muscular thighs, but I removed one and reached inside my jeans. I found my clit, and started to rub it with a moan. I knew it wouldn’t take me long for my fingers to bring me to orgasm.

  “Fuuuuck!”

  Raze thrust against the back of my throat, stiffened, and erupted like a geyser in my mouth. I swallowed the warm, salty taste of him as fast as I could, but there was so much cum that before long it was seeping out of the corners of my mouth. It seemed like he came forever, but eventually his cock stopped spewing, and softened. As I let it slip from my mouth I gave it a last deep pull.

  “Christ!” Raze barked with a serious shudder. His eyes jerked open to land on mine, narrowing. I wanted to melt away beneath his predator-like-gaze. Climaxing hadn’t softened him at all, if anything he looked as if he were about to blow up. When he saw where my hand was he did explode.

  Hurtful hands curled into my shoulders and pulled me to my feet. “No!” He shook me. “You don’t get to feel pleasure unless I say you do,” he snarled into my face. “Any kind of pleasure you receive, whether it’s fucking good, fucking bad, a shower, or an orgasm, will be at my hands.”

  I would have pulled away from him if he hadn’t pushed me away first. Suddenly my back was against the wall again. He tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants, never taking his gaze off me. My jeans started to slip down, reminding me that they were unzipped. As I brought my hands up to catch the waist Raze reached out in a rapid fire movement and grasped my wrists, pulling my arms away.

  We stood there staring at each other wordlessly. Raze’s gaze fell to where the material was caught up around my upper thighs before moving up to where my shirt was torn. With a low sound he let go of one of my wrists, reached forward, and finished ripping the material until my hardened nipples sprang free. I felt engulfed in heat when his eyes narrowed on them, and then watched, mesmerized, as Raze leaned forward to capture one with his mouth.

  Oh, God! An immediate spark flashed through my body and zeroed in right on my clit, which was still pulsing. The fact that I hadn’t climaxed wasn’t lost on it or me. My body was still highly sensitized with need. “Raze, I need…” How could I put it into words? I sensed that he knew what I needed anyway. He wanted to punish me though, and I knew that telling him would get me the opposite results.

  He took his time sucking, tonguing and finally biting down on my nipple. By the time he moved onto the other one I was breathing heavily and lost to the sensations burning through my hungry body. His hands were moving over me now and I didn’t realize that he was pushing my clothes away until I felt them pool around my feet. His mouth made a popping sound when he released my nipple to step back.

  His eyes were dark and ruthless, raking over me and missing nothing. I could only stand there, naked, flushed with arousal, with a sticky wetness between my thighs. The smell of sex was heavy and pungent around us, teasing my libido and keeping me aroused. How many times had I imagined myself like this with Raze, standing naked before him, and wanting? How many times had I imagined him taking me?

  “You’re a fucking goddess,” he practically growled. His eyes were heavy lidded, sensual.

  I felt a little self-conscious. Not because I’d never been naked in front of Raze before, but because I was far from the skinny type. My five-foot five-inch frame had curves, heavy breasts, a little bit thicker waist, curvy hips, and meatier thighs. In spite of all that, it was clear from his expression that he liked what he saw. A lot, because it looked like his cock was getting hard again.

  He cupped my breasts in his palms and let his thumbs rake across my extended nipples. “Why?” he asked, keeping his gaze on what his hands were doing. I remained silent, because I didn’t know what he was asking me. After a few seconds his gaze shifted up to mine. “Why didn’t you fight me back at the club?”

  I didn’t have to think about why. I’d known Raze would probably come after me once he got out of prison. Being Evil’s old lady had taught me a lot about motorcycle clubs, especially outlaw clubs. I’d seen a lot, too. I’d known that the possibility of Raze killing me was high, had known that his club would expect retribution. There was a time when I’d been afraid, but I wasn’t afraid anymore. Once Mom had passed away nothing else h
ad mattered. I couldn’t be hurt or forced to do anything against my will.

  “I owe you.” I could tell my admission set him back, but he recovered quickly. “Not for the years I took away from you, but for the betrayal.” I knew what freedom meant to a biker.

  “Damned fucking right you owe me,” he snapped with renewed anger in his eyes.

  “We were friends and I—”

  “We were never fucking friends, Rosa! You were just someone I wanted to fuck.”

  “You’re lying. It was more than that.” It had to be.

  The next thing I knew his hand was at my throat, applying just enough pressure to show me that he wasn’t playing around. I couldn’t swallow, I could barely breathe. “No, Rosa. Maybe you thought there was something more, but all I wanted to do was fuck my best friend’s little sister, and I would have. I would have fucked you till you couldn’t walk, and then I would have walked away and never looked back.”

  “You’re lying!” I repeated with more feeling this time.

  “And you’re delusional if you think I wanted more from you,” Raze fired right back. “I fuck em’ and leave em’, Rosa. That’s what I do, and I was working my way to getting into your tight little cunt—”

  I jerked away from his hold, reared my arm back, and slapped him hard across the face. Raze could have stopped me, but he hadn’t even try. The noise of my hand against his cheek sounded like a gunshot blast. Stark silence followed as we glared at one another with anger simmering in our eyes, lips pressed together and nostrils flared. I could see it on his face. He wanted to hurt me, physically, mentally and emotionally, and I was afraid that he would succeed.

  I could handle it, I could, because I’d convinced myself that I deserved his anger and his hatred. But that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t fight him, because my survival instincts were strong. I’d survived years with Evil, hadn’t I? “You want to know why I didn’t fight you back at the club, Raze? Why I just let you take me? Because I want this, I want you to have your revenge. I know I fucked up. I betrayed you. I deserve whatever you do to me, Raze. So do your worst. Then maybe we can both have peace.” I hadn’t realized I was crying until a tear dropped onto my quivering breast.

  I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t him turning around and leaving the cabin. Once the door closed and I heard the tell tale click of the lock, I crumpled to the floor, the churning turmoil inside overwhelming me. Yeah, I’d thought I was strong, had thought I was ready, but I was only fooling myself. I was weak and broken inside.

  How was I going to survive Raze’s hate, when I wanted his love?

  Chapter 10

  Raze

  I knew I had to get out of there before I fucking lost it and did something I couldn’t undo. I stormed back to the bar, a bottle with my name on it waiting for me. I was going to get good and fucking drunk. What the fuck had just happened? Rosa had turned the tables on me, that’s what. So, she wanted to pay? What kind of crap was that? How did you hurt someone who wanted it? Christ!

  I opened the door and walked into a smoke-filled room that was bursting with several different kinds of action, a typical Friday night with brothers chilling out and club girls dancing and serving up drinks and food, when they weren’t servicing a brother. CC and Rhonda were dancing to The Eagles on top of the scarred bar, and Bee had replaced Rex behind it. I looked around until I found Reaper. He was sitting at a table with Jace, Puck, and Moses. We made eye contact, and he motioned me over.

  “Just had another run-in with that little hot piece Wolfman dragged back here last night. What the fuck was you thinking, bro?” he asked as I sat down. I knew that he was talking about Rosa’s friend. “She’s a wildcat from hell. She nearly blinded Wolfman with some perfume shit last night, this morning she bit the fuck out of my hand and kneed me in the balls.”

  The vision of Marie attacking Wolfman and Reaper caused me to grin. “Didn’t Wolfman explain shit last night?”

  “Once he recovered,” Reaper snorted. “That bitch is crazy. She attacks me every time she sees me.”

  The amusement in his tone made me wonder if there was something more, and then I recalled something he’d said earlier with regard to her hot pussy, and the way he’d looked as he’d said it. I hadn’t thought anything about it at the time, but now I had to wonder if Reaper wasn’t a little interested in Marie.

  “Maybe she wants your dick,” Moses joked, puffing on his pipe. That damned thing was always in his mouth, even when it wasn’t lit.

  “Fuck, I’m not letting her near my dick,” he laughed.

  “I’ll take her off your hands,” Jace grinned. The nomad was a serious badass, and a good man to have on your side during a fight. He was there for a couple of reasons--one, a business venture with the club, and the second was the trouble that was coming our way and the reason I’d been called back early.

  Reaper shook his head. “You don’t like blondes.” He lit a cigarette.

  “She a true blonde?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  “I thought you weren’t letting her near your dick,” Moses snorted.

  “I meant with her mouth.” Everyone at the table laughed as he turned his attention to the bar. “Bee, honey, bring us a couple bottles of Jack!” He ran his hand over the bottom half of his whiskered jaw and narrowed his eyes on me, suddenly serious. Shit, I knew that look, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “I need you to go with Puck on a protection run tonight.”

  Razor was supposed to go with him, but I didn’t question Reaper, just nodded to let him know that I’d heard him. As the club enforcer it wasn’t the first time I’d been sent on a last minute job, and it wouldn’t be the last. Protection runs were usually safe and trouble free unless we got stopped by the feds, cops, or a rival club in the area that wanted the cargo. We didn’t always know what the merchandise was, didn’t really give a fuck as long as it wasn’t shit we didn’t want to get involved in, which was stressed in a verbal contract between all clients.

  Bee sashayed her very pregnant self over with two full bottles in her hands. She was one of the few old ladies in the club. “Here ya go, boys.” She set the bottles down and rubbed her belly. “I made a bowl of homemade salsa if anyone wants some.”

  “No wonder Wolfman made you his old lady, darlin’.” Reaper smiled, reaching for one of the bottles. “We’ll have some.”

  She smiled and walked off. Bee enjoyed taking care of people. She was always making something from scratch and bringing it in when she worked, which was only a couple nights a week so that Tiger and Reba could have a break. Wolfman had put on a few pounds since meeting the petite southern bell. A lot of brothers envied his luck in finding a woman who accepted club life with understanding and open arms. I guessed that’s what love did, allowed you to compromise and be more accepting of shit.

  More forgiving.

  I reached for a bottle, poured myself a generous drink, and threw it back, tuning my brothers out. I needed to get shit with Rosa settled, get her out of my head, but I couldn’t get the fucking image of her lips wrapped around my dick to go away. Shit with her wasn’t exactly going the way I’d planned. I was letting our history hold me back, letting the fact that I wanted to fuck her keep me from exacting the fucking revenge my blood craved. I threw back another shot, slamming the glass down and clenching my teeth.

  “You have something to say, brother?”

  My gaze shifted to Reaper. I shook my head. “Nope, just thinking about the run,” I lied.

  “So, what are you gonna do about your girl?” I knew he wasn’t going to let it rest. Reaper and I went way back, we were tight and could read each other like a book. He knew exactly what was bothering me.

  I snorted. “She’s not my girl.” She wasn’t going to be, either. Before it was all over I might fuck her a few times, but there was no way I was letting Rosa stay in my life. Not long-term. I had to satisfy my brothers’ thirst for her blood for hurting the club. I got up, directing my rema
rk to Puck. “I’ll meet you out front when it’s time.”

  Reaper’s deep laugh told me that he knew I was running to avoid any more questions. I ignored CC’s obvious attempt to draw my attention and hit the door open, not stopping until I was outside. I paused for a minute, fighting the urge to reach for a cigarette. I had a few hours to kill before the run, then just enough time to come home, grab a few hours of sleep, before heading to Queensbury to meet with the Nasty Men MC, a meeting to bring peace and comradeship between our clubs after years of fucking needless war.

  I started to walk toward my cabin, then thought better of it and pivoted in a different direction, not in the mood to face Rosa again just yet. Besides, I needed to talk to Porky about keeping an eye on her when I was away. Since he’d been denied a driver’s license until he had cataract surgery, the aging biker was eager for any task that gave him purpose. A proud bastard, he was still tough and dangerous when he needed to be, and I could trust him to handle Rosa.