Taz (Tarnished Souls MC Book 2)

by Dusty Lassetter

  “This might hurt,” I warn her before thrusting forward. I can feel her walls stretching to their limit, but the little give they do have is just enough for me to push past their resistance. When my balls finally come to a rest on her ass cheeks, I know I need to give her time to adjust to my size. Her legs are squeezing my hips, silently telling me to remain still.

  Taking her nipple into my mouth, I start distracting her from the pain. I love knowing that I’m the reason for her pain, and will soon turn it into a pleasure she will never forget. The knowledge that she won’t be able to stand up without thinking of me sends a fresh wave of blood straight to my cock and I feel it start to grow harder inside her.

  Deciding she has had enough time to recover, I slowly pull all the way out. I hold my dick at attention with my hand before guiding myself back in. Serenity obviously likes this new rhythm, her body silently telling me so when her legs start to loosen their vice grip from around my waist.

  She starts moaning. I coordinate my thrusts with tiny bites to her nipple. I bite down on each forward motion, and release every time I slide out.

  “Faster,” she starts panting while digging her heels into my ass. Raising my head to look into her eyes, I start to slow my pace down further.

  “Taz,” she moans, “harder.”

  Putting enough space between our bodies, I keep myself balanced on one elbow before taking the hand that was holding my dick, a mixture of both our fluids coating my fingers, and wrapping it around her throat. There is a brief look of panic on her face as she stares into my eyes.

  “Trust me,” I say, tightening my hold enough to feel the racing of her pulse.

  I can tell she is forcefully making her body relax underneath mine, but I can’t bring myself to stop what I’m doing.

  “Who’s fucking you, Serenity?” I ask, loosening my hold some, and thrusting hard and deep enough to jolt her body forward.

  “You are,” she answers, gripping the sheets like they will somehow keep her in place if I decide to plunge into her again.

  “Who?” I question, driving forward two more times.

  “Taz is fucking me,” she moans out, obviously starting to like the rhythm I have started.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” I command, squeezing the hand that is wrapped around her neck hard enough to hinder a portion of her air supply. Every second stroke I ease up on her throat before pulling out slowly, then start the process over again. Her pulse is frantically beating under my touch, but her cunt is practically flooding the sheets below.

  Knowing I’m about to combust from the inside-out, I remove my hand from her throat and rise to a sitting position on my knees. Keeping our bodies conjoined by raising her ass in the air with my hands, I use the new position to go in deeper.

  “Play with your pussy,” I command.

  The carnal need to come overrides her inhibitions quickly, and she follows my order. Spreading her folds with one hand, she takes the index finger from her other, and starts enthusiastically rubbing her clit.

  Taking deep breaths, trying to concentrate on finishing only after she does, I can’t tear my eyes away from the sexy scene playing out in front of me. The way Serenity’s mouth is parted, uncontrollable moans seeping past her luscious lips. Her eyes are still on me, watching my muscles clench as I continue to fight back the inevitable.

  The moment her eyes close, and she tilts her back as far as she can, I know she’s close. The rhythmic tightening of her walls, squeezing my dick like a vice grip, is all it takes to send me free falling over the edge. Need overrides logic and I start pounding into her wanton pussy. The tingling at the base of my spine creeps it’s way to my balls as I continue to fuck my woman while filling her with my cum.

  Lying in bed later that night with Serenity’s head resting on my shoulder, her naked body draped over mine, I can’t help feel how grateful I am for my guardian angel. Without her forgiveness and strength, I wouldn’t know what it was like to have this. By this, I mean the entire world. Serenity has become my reason for living. For years, I’ve allowed my past to dictate my future, and it took this mighty force, that is Serenity, to change my way of thinking.

  “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you, angel,” I whisper into the dark room.

  “I know,” she whispers back, placing a reassuring kiss on my chest.

  “I’m sorry for the things I’ve said. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you like you protected me, and I’m sorry for what they did to you, for the scars you have because of me.”

  “You didn’t give me these scars, Taz.”

  “I wasn’t there when you needed me,” I say, referring to the time I was getting medical attention. “And Slasher would never have cut you had I not lied,” I barely manage to get the confession out. The burden of that day still sits heavily on my conscious.

  “What lie?” she asks. Her voice suggests it’s just a question, but her body language gives away her true feelings. She remembers what I told Slasher.

  “I never slept with Scarlett, Serenity. I told him that in hopes he would come after me, and you could escape. Only he called my bluff, and made you pay for what I said.”

  “Why would you saying that anger Slasher?”

  “I can’t tell you that angel, it’s club business.”

  “But you were lying, so you didn’t sleep with Scarlett?” She questions.

  “No, I didn’t sleep with Scarlett,” I confirm, squeezing her closer to my body. I can tell my words make her happy because she too tightens her hold.

  “I’ve been avoiding my friend for nothing,” Serenity explains. “Anytime I was offered to hang out with Mia and them I said no because I felt betrayed by her. I need to find Scarlett and apologize.”

  “Not right now,” I mumble, rolling over, and effectively pinning her tiny body underneath my much larger one.

  “Why not?” she asks playing coy, her doe like blue eyes gazing into mine.

  “Because I’m about to show you how fun shower sex can be,” I say, leaning down to bite the inside of her neck. “But maybe I should just bend you over the bed instead,” I growl, inhaling the scent of her skin. “You smell like me, and I like this fragrance on you.”

  “You are such a caveman,” she laughs out. “But you are my caveman, and I love you.”

  “And you are my guardian angel that brought me back to life.”

  As promised, Slasher’s short story will start on the next page. Keep in mind it is not a part of this series; therefore, you do not have to read it.

  *WARNING***WARNING***WARNING***

  Some of the violent scenes in the book are graphic, so if this is could be a possible trigger for you please DO NOT read this book. Slasher is EVIL. Sexual Abuse against women is mentioned, and abuse against children. The story is make-believe but it was not written by Disney. ALSO, there may be a CLIFFHANGER.

  The small redhead curled into herself, kneeling in the center of the room, brings me more sorrow than release. I dyed her blonde hair to red, the perfect match of Scarlett’s, but it’s not enough to please me. Her skin doesn’t give the same sweet aroma as my queen’s, her natural scent overrides the vanilla bean soap I made her use. The green-contacts I force her to wear, covering the natural cloudy blue of her eyes, are not tricking me to believe she is the love of my life. I thought her ties to the Tarnished Souls MC would bring me some piece of mind, but they don’t. Ashley is Allison’s identical twin sister, who also happens to be the sister-in-law to Irish. When I first stumbled upon this information, I had Serenity, Buck’s daughter, at my disposal so I didn’t need Ashley, but then my incompetent men let me down. The Tarnished Souls members found where I was hiding their precious princess and Vice President, Taz. I made sure to shoot the big bastard before I left, also leaving Serenity with the promise I would come back for her, but to my surprise, and annoyance, he survived. That’s when I decided that Ashley would have to be my new toy until I could get my old one back, or better yet bring Scarlett home.


  “I’m excited you’re here, pretty girl,” I announce while walking circles around her kneeling form. We are in the basement of my house, somewhere I know no one will find us. The concrete floor is probably cold on her exposed knees, but the white satin nightgown that’s barely long enough to cover her rounded cheeks, makes her body look like a sweet offering.

  “I’m eager to please you, Slasher,” she whispers back. Since day one Ashley has been smart enough to realize who is in charge. She understands that I hold her fate in my hands, but sometimes I find her easy obedience boring.

  “Tell me something, Ashley, if you were given the choice to leave, would you?”

  “If it would please you,” she answers in the same monotone voice she always uses. It’s not meant to piss me off but it does. I want her to have some type of reaction that isn’t robotic. I want, no I need her to fight back. There is no reward in what I do if they immediately bend to my will.

  “It would please me to find your sister,” I say, watching her closely for any reaction she may have. When the fingers that are laying gracefully on her thighs start digging into her skin I know I’ve hit a nerve. It’s funny how people always feel more attached to their loved one’s wellbeing rather than their own.

  “Maybe I could chain her to my bed, like I did you, and show her the pleasure I get from hurting others. I bet her tears would taste sweeter than yours.” The memory of her draped across my white sheets, bleeding from the cane I used on her virgin skin, sends a rush of blood to my groin. The vision of her blood staining my white sheets is more than enough to turn my horrible night around. The sizzle of excitement is starting to bubble underneath my skin, bringing with it a need to overpower.

  “Get off your knees, pretty girl. We’re going to my room,” I announce, waiting for her immediate obedience. Ashley hasn’t been back to my domain since the first night she was brought here, and the memory of that event seems to be too much for her to handle.

  “Don’t make me repeat myself,” I growl out. I pride myself in being a level-headed person when it comes to women. I always try to talk to them with respect, but sometimes my buttons get pushed. Growing up, my mother taught me how to respectfully address women. She used to say that terms of endearment made them feel special.

  The change in my tone sends her frail body crawling across the floor in a desperate move to get away from me. It’s quite amusing that she hasn’t figured out that no amount of scurrying will save her. Just like the cockroaches that run from the light, she too will get caught.

  “Perhaps if you had showed this much fear earlier I would not have to drag you up those stairs,” I laugh out just as she is forced to stop in the far-left corner of the room.

  Drawing her knees toward her chest, the satin gown riding up, Ashley tries to become one with the wall. She wraps her arms around dirty legs, bends her head down effectively hiding her face, all the while soft whimpers are being swallowed by her surrounding body. Just like her, they have nowhere to escape.

  “I’m not sure if you are doing this to please me or not,” I announce, prowling across the room like a lion on the verge of catching his prey. When I am mere inches from her twitching body, I softly place my hand on her head and begin running my fingers through her hair. I patiently wait for her to stop crying. All the while keeping my hands entertained with her red locks.

  “You know how much I can enjoy disobedience,” I continue to ease the worst of her fears away by softly petting her. She’s been starved of positive attention, so it doesn’t take long before she raises her head to look me in the eye.

  “Please,” she whispers, a twinge of hope ringing in her voice, and it’s that emotion that makes what I do more enjoyable. I was alone most my childhood, and I quickly learned hope was a useless emotion. I had hoped my mother would love me enough to take care of me, I hoped she would one day tell me I was the only person she needed, and I had hoped she would choose me over the men she allowed to use her.

  Tightening but my fingers in her hair, the forceful grip causes a scream to rip from her throat, until she has no choice to rest on both knees, saving herself from unnecessary pain.

  “Save the begging for upstairs. If you can’t please me, pretty girl I’ll find Allison, and make you watch as I fuck her. Then I’ll show you what your identical parts look like inside-out.”

  Inhaling deep, I can smell the terror oozing from her pours. The pulse on the side of her neck is visibly beating against her fair skin. Dragging her out of the corner by her hair I make my way toward the stairs. I warned Ashley about making me repeat myself. By the third step she is kicking her feet, scratching at the hand I have firmly gripped in her locks, and screaming like a crazed banshee. This response sparks a cardinal need inside myself to dominate, hurt, and punish her. If Ashley thought the memories from her first night in my room were bad, I can’t wait to show her how much worse they can be.

  This world of lies, bloodshed, and crime has been the only thing I’ve ever been good at. This war that has been declared against the Blacktop Sinners MC and Tarnished Souls MC is like playing the ultimate game of chess. One wrong move could kill you or make you the most powerful player on the board. As it stands right now, I have the upper hand. Staring down at the picture of Saint, the enemy’s enforcer, lying motionless in a hospital bed fills my soul with a sense of satisfaction. He was their knight. His removal was essential, and while I would’ve loved to be the one to have done it, I’m learning to take what the universe gives me.

  I’ve hated all members of the Tarnished Souls MC since I was young. I never knew my father, and my mother was so addicted to drugs I don’t think she could have pointed him out in a lineup. We moved around a lot, from one shit hole to the next, until finally settling down in Brady, Texas. My mother had met one of the prospects for Buck, and soon became a whore that was passed around from one member to the next. When she wasn’t trying to find the newest bed to warm, she would come home on occasion and make sure I was alive, staying a few hours, sometimes even a full day. In that time, she would try to make up for being such a horrible parent by playing card games with me, or keeping me awake with her chatter about how a real man should treat a woman. It’s my belief that she wanted someone to love her unconditionally, and I always had, but that was never good enough. For months, I watched the life in her eyes slowly dim until one night a police officer showed up at my door. My mother had been found dead in a drug house, overdosed on heroine. I was sent to a group home and that’s where I stayed until I turned eighteen. From the time I was released, I’ve made it my mission to get back at the people who are to blame for my shitty life. When I’m done, Tarnished Souls MC will be no more, and the women in my life will know what it’s like to not be good enough.

  Firm knocking on the door leading out into the hallway breaks me from my thoughts. Placing the photograph in a drawer to my left, I holler for whoever is on the other side of the wood to come in. Watching my new VP, Tate, saunter in, I can tell he has bad news. His shoulders are sagging with the weight of the information and the unmistakable glimmer of fear is settling behind his brown eyes.

  “We received news from our mole,” he says, referring to the eyes we have on the inside of the Tarnished Souls compound. In the game of war, you must infiltrate your enemies’ territory before you can take down their entire army. “He informed us Teller has claimed Scarlett. She is no longer under the guardianship of Torch.”

  The news is almost laughable. I’ve done my research on all my enemies and Teller is one of the most disturbed men following Buck’s every order. In a perfect world, we would have met and taken on this world side by side as the twisted underground kings. His hatred for women far surpasses mine, so I can’t help but doubt the information I’ve been given. Unlike me, he never found any comfort in the mother that gave him life.

  “You’re wrong,” I practically laugh out.

  Retrieving a stack of color printed photos from his pocket, he sets them on the desk. Staring down a
t the four-by-six sheets, I try to control the rage simmering beneath my skin. There is my Scarlett, my queen, in the hands of a distorted beast. His blue eyes hold nothing but hatred and loathing when he looks at her, yet he has his hand on the lower portion of her back, a claiming gesture. They are walking out of the clubhouse toward one of the shops located in the back of the compound. Teller builds bikes from the frame up, so I can only assume he is taking Scarlett to the steel building he uses as a personal shop.

  I had thought of Teller as nothing other than one of Buck’s pawns, but the proof that he is a true player is burning holes in my corneas. I don’t know what his intentions are for Scarlett, but I’m sure she’s nothing but a means to an end to him.

  “Have the nurse at the facility send me more photos of Saint. I want his brother to know how easily I can get to him,” I order. There is a new war brewing and I need to have the upper hand. Teller might prove to be a worthy adversary. I need to get Scarlett away from him then I can continue to tear down the Tarnished Souls one member at a time.

  “She’s going to want more money,” some of Tate’s rigid posture loosening up now that he has gotten the bad news off his chest without repercussions. The truth is, I’ve had to learn to control my anger, to keep from killing the few members I have left. You can’t win a war without soldiers.

  “Let her know what happens when a woman tries to extort me. She needs to know she’s disposable,” I reply.

  “The mute may hurt Scarlett as retaliation.”

  “Do you think I’m ignorant?” I ask, letting the annoyance I’m feeling seep through my voice. “As long as Teller knows I can get my hands on his brother he will behave. Now go do what I’ve asked.”

  Tate is smart enough to know when he’s being dismissed, so he walks out of my office without another word. I had him spread the word through the underworld that Saint is not to be messed with. Tarnished Soul’s Enforcer is no longer a threat to me or anyone of my acquaintances. I hold the upper hand by keeping Saint alive. Teller is a valued member to their club, and he’s going to be useless for as long as he holds onto the hope of his brother miraculously waking up. Instead of being down one soldier, Buck lost two.