RIDING DIRTY (Steel Titans MC Book 4)

by Franca Storm

  I saw a reaction from her, but in the next moment, she’d shrugged it off. “I’m not you.”

  Nice try. She was more like me than she wanted to admit. It was more than I wanted to admit. I sat on the edge of her desk, right next to her laptop, ignoring her agitated look at me getting right up in her space. In fact, I leaned in, putting myself even closer to her, just inches from her face. “We walk in the same world. We do what we gotta do to survive, to protect the ones we care about. We’re both haunted by way too many things we’ve done in the name of all that. And, we’re both trapped. The only difference between us is I ain’t in denial.” The intensity of it all taking me over, I reached out and stroked my thumb over her cheek. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t move a muscle, her eyes locked on mine, as I said, “We’re the fucking same, Willa. Broken. Damaged. Ruthless. Dirty.”

  Darkness infected her gaze, a darkness I knew all too well. All this talk had her going to that place, the one we both worked to keep buried.

  I saw her mentally shake it off, and when her eyes locked with mine, all I saw was heat. A blazing heat that threatened to burn me to ash where I stood. Jesus Christ.

  She grinned slyly and chewed on her lip.

  Then she licked the bottom one, real slow and all erotic.

  Fucking woman had my dick reacting, my blood heating, need spiraling out of control.

  Before I could even try to get a handle on it, her hand shot out, her fingers grabbing at the belt of my jeans. With a rough tug, she jerked me to her.

  It was a dominant move I hadn’t seen coming from her. Not when it came to fucking.

  The first night here when we’d gotten close to it, it’d been clear that she’d wanted that from me, she’d wanted the untamable beast who delivered more pain than pleasure to any woman who spread her legs for him, the insatiable demon who went too hard, too rough, leaving any who tried to handle him as nothing but a shell after he was done with them.

  But, as I looked back at her, trying to figure out where she was headed, if she had it in her to go the distance with what she’d started, I saw a flash of the devil in those sexy blues of hers.

  Abruptly, it was snuffed out.

  Talk about jarring. What was she playing at? Was it payback for those times when I’d shut it down after we’d almost gone there?

  She released my belt, then shoved her hands into my chest, knocking me back hard into the desk. “Distraction over. Now answer my fucking question.”

  With a pissed growl, I pushed off the desk and glared at her. She kept pushing, but she weren’t gonna like the answer. Likely, it was gonna be another roadblock in getting things sorted. “I always have a backup plan. Several, a lot of the time, actually. It’s just good sense. It ain’t about going around you, or not liking your way of doing things. It’s about survival. Nothing personal.” I drew in a breath, then looked her right in the eye as I told her, “If all else fails, I’ll force you out of the way to somewhere safe, then I’ll replicate what you did with The Jackals.”

  She stared back at me in that invasive way again. I just held her gaze until she was done. When she nodded, I knew she’d seen there was no threat and no ill will toward her.

  “So, we good?”

  “Yes, I believe you. The plan isn’t that bad and it doesn’t involve screwing me over, so I’m fine with it. Besides, it won’t come to pass, because I’m involved and our first strategy will succeed.”

  I snorted. “You really think a lot of yourself, don’t you woman?”

  She leaned forward across her desk, telling me, “Freeman doesn’t intend to stay down any longer. The Strikers Rising Motorcycle Club is proof enough of that.”

  I cocked an eyebrow.

  “That’s what he’s calling the reincarnation of the Strikers MC that he’s trying to form. Not terribly original, or out of the box thinking regarding the name, but still.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Fucking shit. So, he’s at the Strikers compound and Nolan’s there with him. Let’s get on it then.”

  “I don’t know about Nolan yet. We need to know what their plan is exactly. It could be bigger than just kicking your ass, or burying you. Nolan is a formidable threat in his own right. With somebody like Freeman on board, with all that drive and ambition, it could lead to hell knows what. We wait until we hear back from Ricky.”

  “It’s been too long already.”

  “Slade,” she groused. “Don’t lose focus here. We can’t afford you snapping and screwing things up again.”

  That was it!

  I’d swallowed down her attitude, her disapproval, and the goddamn disrespect in it, all in the name of the greater good and the bigger picture here. The end justified the means and all that.

  But I’d reached my limit now.

  Or, maybe it was all this news about Freeman reviving Nik’s legacy, a legacy I’d fought too long and hard to bury, that had pushed me over the edge.

  Either way, I was done taking it from her.

  “That’s enough!”

  She didn’t say a goddamn word, just staring at me.

  “You hearing me, woman?”

  12

  ~Willa~

  I HEARD HIM.

  Loud and clear.

  And, as much as I hated to admit it, because being wrong wasn’t something I did well with, he was absolutely right.

  I’d been critical, abrasive, and throwing some serious attitude his way since the moment he’d come back into my life again. It had only intensified with the more time we’d spent together too.

  It didn’t take a genius to figure out why I’d been dealing that out to him and it had me suspecting he knew well exactly what it was. Despite his reputation, Slade Mitchell was actually quite chivalrous, very honorable as well, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he was purposely keeping the realization to himself to spare me any awkwardness and embarrassment. He’d done something similar before. It was abundantly clear that he didn’t want to allow anyone too close to him. With that being the case, he should’ve done whatever he could to keep me at a distance. He’d attempted to do so that first night here, but upon seeing the affect it’d had on me, he’d relented and actually apologized. He was a man who always did what had to be done to survive and to ensure the survival of those he cared about, his club brothers and their extending families and friends. But he’d held back in doing that with me. It had been both an act of protection and respect.

  And that had unnerved me more than the two of us nearly getting carnal.

  Because it had meant something to me. It had touched me. I couldn’t remember the last time anything had come close to doing that, let alone anyone.

  So, I’d pushed him away, thrown up wall after wall.

  I’d been too harsh. He didn’t deserve that. And, from a professional standpoint, things couldn’t remain antagonistic between us any longer.

  “I hear you. Loud and clear actually,” I finally spoke, now that I’d figured out the best course of action.

  “Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

  “Lean into it.”

  Confusion blanketed his features.

  I fisted my hand in his t-shirt, jerked him against me, and crushed my mouth to his.

  I’d barely gotten into it when he grabbed my ponytail, wrenched my head back, and pulled my lips from his. He held me there, his grip bordering on painful. “Bitch sent straight from hell,” he seethed at me.

  “Right back at you.”

  That set him off, his eyes flashing, and an animalistic snarl tearing from his throat.

  He released my hair, then grasped my arms roughly and spun me around right into the wall. I choked as my back jarred against it, the wind knocked out of me.

  Still holding my arms tightly, he leaned in and growled at my ear, “Gonna fuck you out of my system, devil woman.”

  My response was stifled as he took my mouth hard.

  Really hard.

  Bruising.

  Punishing.

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p; Desperate.

  His tongue delved into my mouth, its frantic quest to own me, overwhelming me all too quickly.

  He didn’t grant me any respite.

  His hands fell from my arms and he grasped the hem of my tank top and yanked it up my body, breaking our kiss to pull it over my head. He took in my strapless bra beneath and flicked the front clasp, popping it open, then brushing it away onto the floor. Appreciation shone in his eyes as he took in my breasts, full and heaving from my arousal.

  The next thing I knew, he was flicking open my jeans. He tugged them down to just below my ass, then shoved his hand into my panties. I jolted and bucked against the wall at the lack of warning and the jarring feeling of his roughened fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my bare pussy. He pressed his free hand to my stomach, forcing me to remain still against the wall.

  And then he shoved two fingers inside me, driving deep enough to choke me.

  “Shit!” I cried out.

  He jerked them back out, jolting me again.

  Dark satisfaction shone in his eyes and he held them up in front of me, making me look at my juices coating them.

  Holding my gaze, he brought them to my left breast and rubbed them over it, spending extra time on my nipple until it hardened to a stiff point. I was transfixed and barely aware of his other hand leaving my stomach until it dove into my panties, then I felt two fingers shove deep into me again. He twisted them viciously, then jerked them back out roughly, then brought those fingers to my right breast, and painted it with my juices, like the first.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed, the dirtiness of it getting to me.

  He took it to another level when he leaned in and began licking up his masterpiece, cleaning off every drop of my own cum from each breast in turn.

  I could feel myself getting ever wetter, my pussy basically dripping.

  I was more than grateful for that in the next moment, when as he continued to lick me clean, he also thrust his fingers back inside my pussy. It was definitely more than two fingers on this go-around, and I looked down to see three buried deep to the last knuckle.

  He pounded into me then, finger-fucking me at a rough and brutal pace, basically fucking me into the wall.

  His other hand came back into play and began teasing my clit, making me vibrate with pleasure. God, he was good. Within moments, he was taking me higher and higher, bringing me so close to orgasm already.

  But then the attention to my clit was gone. He dragged his fingers around my pussy, spreading my wetness, and seemingly coating his fingers with it.

  And then they slid around to my ass.

  My gaze snapped to his. He was smirking like the devil he was, watching my reaction as his wet fingers rimmed my asshole. The feeling was exquisite, having such a sensitive area touched and teased, the taboo nature and dirtiness of it just serving to enhance the sensations.

  My breath caught in my throat when he started to ease a finger inside.

  He stopped when I let out a strangled gasp.

  Realization set it for him and he looked more than a little surprised as he uttered, “Never?”

  I shook my head. Words eluded me. My brain was pretty much on lockdown with everything he was doing to me, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

  He backed off my ass and his fingers withdrew from my pussy too.

  The sudden, brutal feeling of emptiness overtook me and I whimpered.

  He chuckled darkly at my predicament.

  His fingers drenched in my juices started circling just shy of my clit, slow and easy, leisurely, as he pressed his body tightly against mine, trapping his hand there in the process and intensifying the pressure to such a degree that it straddled the line between pain and pleasure.

  He whispered huskily at my ear, “Guess all your research on me never told you that I’m an ass man. And I don’t mean just appreciating a sweet ass in a tight pair of jeans or leathers. It means I like to play with a tight little ass. Tease, lick, eat.” He pinched my clit, making me writhe against him. He smirked, then went on, “With yours, when I’ve had my fill, I’ll get off watching as I slide my cock in, stretching you wide open as you take it deep. I’ll make you fuck back and bounce like a cowgirl on the thick, hard rod rammed up your sweet little ass. You’ll scream for me, cry for me, fucking well burn for me.”

  “Oh God,” I rasped, his words turning me on more than I ever thought possible.

  He licked the side of my face like an animal, making me tremble against his hard body still pressed so tightly up against mine. His hand began rubbing over my dripping pussy hard and roughly and so incredibly fast that it felt like a vibrator. “I’m dirty and depraved,” he spoke, his hot breath fanning over my neck. “You want that from me so badly you can’t stand it. I’m gonna make you beg for it, gonna have you desperate for it all. I’ll give you the worst of me and it’ll damn well devastate you. You’ll never be the same.”

  It was too much.

  His filthy words.

  His erotic threats.

  Teasing every inch of my body.

  His fingers torturing my pussy.

  One more pinch to my clit from him had me losing it and coming apart. I shrieked like a banshee as my orgasm ripped through me. Slade’s hands shifted to my hips, them and his body pressed against mine holding me upright as pleasure engulfed me, my body shuddering wildly, and my knees threatening to buckle with it all.

  I’d barely started to come down from it when he released me abruptly and stepped back.

  It had me wavering with the support unceremoniously ripped away.

  “On your knees,” his sexy, aroused voice commanded.

  Before I could register his words fully, he opened his jeans and pulled out his cock.

  Holy shit. He was… big.

  That didn’t actually do it justice.

  His girth coupled with the striking length as his cock jutted out rock-hard and proud, required a double take—or several. I’d never seen anything like it, and I’d had my fair share of lovers over the years.

  “Still think you can handle me?” he asked, arrogantly.

  How dare he question me? I’d never cowered from a challenge and I certainly wasn’t about to now with him, the egotistical shit that he was.

  I held his gaze as I stripped my jeans and panties the rest of the way off and aggressively kicked them across the room. The look in his eyes was more than even lust and it made me feel more desirable and sexier than I ever had. It spurred me on, beyond the challenge he’d put out there. I wanted to live up to the reflection of myself that I was seeing from him. I needed to show him what I was made of, sexually speaking, what he had missed when he’d walked away from me all those years ago.

  He stepped forward, right into my space, his dick bouncing against his stomach as he moved.

  I grabbed the base of his shaft harder than I needed to.

  “Hell bitch,” he grunted.

  “Demon spawn.”

  A smile spread over his face, but I wiped it away in the next second when I gave his dick a long, slow lick all the way from the base to the tip, making him shudder in my hand.

  Yes.

  That was what I wanted.

  The almighty Slade Mitchell reduced to putty in my hands.

  And that was exactly what happened as I swirled my tongue around his cock with wild abandon. He fell back against the wall, grunting and groaning as his eyes rolled back in his head, pleasure consuming him.

  I was just getting started.

  He hadn’t known real pleasure yet.

  But he was about to.

  I shifted my weight, then took him in my mouth. I watched his eyes widen as I worked him deeper and deeper, eventually taking my fist away from the base, my mouth taking its place. I tightened my lips around him, squeezing a little.

  “Damn,” he cursed, jolting.

  I gave myself to the sensation of fucking his dick with my mouth, feeling it sliding up and down my throat. I picked up speed and my rhythm became almost vio
lent. The guttural sounds he made, his dick pulsing with the punishing pleasure I was giving him, just intensified everything. It had me lost in a wild state.

  Slade grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging roughly, and making me hiss with the bite of pain. It had me losing it on his dick, basically fucking my own face with it, reveling in the sheer unhinged nature of it.

  “Fucking shit,” Slade snarled, tightening his grip in my hair. He gave a rough tug, forcing my eyes to meet his. The intensity in his gaze was enough to scorch me.

  “Eyes on me,” he rasped.

  It sounded like more than a command, more than even a request. It was like he actually needed it. In my experience, guys liked the eye contact because it got them off making their woman look them deep in the eyes as they blew them. But Slade was already beyond that point right now. What was it about for him then?

  His eyes flashed with darkness, his fingers twisted in my hair, and he shifted his weight.

  It was like he was getting ready to do something punishing and brutal. I braced myself, nervous and excited all at once.

  But as soon as he locked eyes with me, he stilled. Then, his grip in my hair loosened and he pulled out of my mouth.

  He gave me a hand up, then crushed his mouth to mine. He kissed me fervently, easing me backward at the same time, until my ass hit my desk. The next thing I knew, he was spinning me around, his hand bearing down on my back and forcing me to bend over the desk. He kicked my legs apart, then leaned into my ear and ground out, “I’ve wanted between your thighs since our first meet all those years ago. Now, here you are, wide open to me, begging for it.”

  Denial was futile now. And I didn’t want to deny it. I wanted it, wanted him. “Yes,” I admitted. “Fuck me.”

  “Damn fucking straight,” he snarled.

  I heard the rip of a foil packet, and then he was in me, sliding his big, thick cock into my dripping wet pussy, one dizzying inch at a time. “Jesus, woman,” he ground out. “Gripping me like a fucking vise.”

  I slammed my fists down on the desk as I struggled to take him. It had been a long time for me and he wasn’t exactly average-sized. “God,” I choked out.