He peels off his trousers, removing his boots and we lie down on the bed. He’s on top of me, my legs folded and spread for him.
His lips touch mine as his cock throbs at my entrance. He pushes in. Pain surges through my tummy as his thick shaft fills my pussy. He is stretching me even though I gave birth to two kids.
“Tyler,” I gasp.
“Told you,” he rasps. “You won’t regret it.”
“God… you are…” My voice halts as my body shivers.
“Just enjoy it.”
One desire floods me—I need his monster to move inside me hard and fast. “Fuck me.”
“Tell me you’re gonna marry me.”
I growl my frustration. “That’s not fair.”
His mouth caresses my neck as he glides his palm over my scar with so much tenderness that it touches my very being.
“Marry me,” he demands.
“Fine. I’ll marry you. Just—“
His mouth moulds to mine as his cock moves inside me. It’s so intense I yelp and tremble beneath him.
“God,” I gasp.
“For you. Always.” Tyler sounds like he’s gritting his teeth.
We sway in a primal rhythm, every thrust like a promise of bliss. It feels so good. It feels so right. I rise higher and higher. I explode in ecstasy.
Tyler pulls out of me. He strokes his cock and spills his hot seed over my tummy. A growl leaves his mouth.
“Fifteen minutes, Ashley.”
I erupt into laughter. “It was worth it.” We steady our breaths, and I crawl away from beneath him. “There’s a shop across the road. I want to buy some stuff for my kids.”
“Sure.” He jumps off the bed, slips into his jeans then slaps a wad of money into my hand. “Hurry.” He ties his long brown hair on the back of his neck and flashes me a boyish smile.
God, I melt again. His eyes radiate so much joy that it hurts.
I pull my underwear and clothes on. My mind clouds with euphoria. Butterflies fill my stomach. I realise that I’m in love. Tyler moves closer to me. He puts his hands on my waist and plants a kiss on my lips.
“Hurry, Ashley.” He kisses me on the mouth again. “You taste like heaven, you know?”
I exit the room.
I feel so weightless. Tyler’s smell still lingers on my skin as though I’ve been claimed. My feet carry me, almost above the ground. I pick up speed to cross the road. A sharp loud sound causes my head to turn. My eyes lock on a truck five steps away from me.
Tyler
Luka kicks the scumbag. “Fingers first?”
I tighten the grip on my knife. “Fingers first.”
The scumbag weeps, his bruised face looking grotesque in the white light of the naked bulb that hangs from the ceiling. The smell of urine and vomit whips my nostrils.
He is going to suffer as were the six women he killed.
It took us a year and a half to find him. He was smart, but we were smarter. Nikko hacked all the big transactions that had been made in the area and we found out that an antique ice-cream shop had been sold off. Right. A lot of fridges to use them. Now, the scumbag is in Chaviva’s basement, chained to the wall.
My mind is cold. Calculating. I’m precise. Finger after finger and each of them is placed neatly in the box that I’m going to deliver to Rebel as promised.
The scumbag writhes and screams and shits himself. He hisses something in Russian.
I look at Luka.
He shrugs. “Sally was his wife.”
“Very unfortunate, Foka,” I say.
We chop his toes off.
We chop his dick off.
He is a monster.
Or maybe Luka and I are monsters.
It doesn’t really matter. It must be done.
Luka slits his throat in one smooth motion and pours acid over his corpse. We hide in the farther end of the basement behind the red-bricked wall until it’s done.
I go upstairs and have a shower. Then I go to visit the graveyard—my favourite place to enjoy solitude. To think about my beloved Ashley.
Epilogue
Rebel
I’m a lumberjack, and I love my job. I love my wife and kids even more. They are everything to me. Star is my pretty little wife, and she loves being such a wife to me. She’s busy looking after our son and daughter.
Auntie Brianna visits us in the spring.
Auntie Athena visits us in the summer.
Auntie Sive visits us in the autumn.
Star needs help, because sometimes she’ll need solitude and somebody has to look after the kids when I’m working.
She loves our kids, but they make a lot of noise. Star will hide in the shed attached to our house when she feels overwhelmed, and I will deal with them.
She’s a good mom to them and never yells at them. It happens that she yells at me. She will smack my arm or throw a pillow at me sometimes but that happens rarer and rarer as time goes by.
I know she doesn’t want to be like this, so I love her even more and use Athena’s tips to deal with her. Nobody said love was easy. It’s hard sometimes. But if it wouldn’t be hard, you couldn’t tell you had love in life.
I know what love is.
It’s being patient.
It’s giving.
It’s nurturing.
It’s accepting.
We spend every Christmas in Chaviva with the whole family. I attend the club’s church in the Jilly Jet, get drunk with my brothers and meet their babies. Hell yeah. It really is like a circus, but we all love that circus.
It’s 26th December. We’ve gathered in the dining room of Chaviva.
An enormous cake arrives on the table and Brianna starts cutting it. Cindy helps her. Dimitri drops onto the couch beside me. I kind of despise that old fuck, but I must admit he’s always nice to me.
Sol, Star and Daisy take the kids and go somewhere quiet. Dimitri lays his hand on my shoulder.
“Let’s go to the library, son,” he says.
“We can chat here,” I say.
“Let’s go.” He flashes me an evil grin.
I rise to my feet because there’s power in his voice despite his old age. The fuck leads me to the library and we drop onto the couch. He offers me a cigar.
“I don’t smoke,” I say.
He lights two cigars and shoves one into my hand. “Smoke. When I talk to you, son, you smoke a cigar and drink vodka.”
Fucking hell. He is like the Devil himself. You can’t refuse him anything.
I inhale the smoke and it bites my throat. I bend with a coughing fit as the fuck pats my shoulder.
I straighten as tears leak from my eyes. The fuck takes the cigar from my hand and smokes two of them alternately.
I feel unnerved.
“We are bad people,” the fuck says. “Me and Yegor. We are evil.” He inhales his cigar and a cloud of smoke envelops me. The smell of tobacco is so intense I barely manage to hold the contents of my stomach in place. “Yegor trusted me with Dasha.” His eyes wander off somewhere far from here. He inhales his cigar again, and we drown in smoke. “He wanted her to live. To be happy. Like all the others.” He squeezes my shoulder. “The asylum was his idea. We were young. We thought we’d conquer the evil. We thought we were invincible.” His eyes bore through me. “But the evil always wins.” He nods several times. “Rey asked—one girl a year. So I did one girl a year. Yegor did one girl a year even though we were mortal enemies. Some of them were wise and learned to keep quiet. Some of them were stupid and didn’t want to live. Some of them were too damaged.”
It’s burbling, but I somehow find the sense in his words. “Like my mother?”
“I should have sent her to the asylum. With Karina. I allowed them to stay here in Chaviva.” He inhales his cigar and coughs. “You can’t conquer the evil, but you can’t stop trying to either. You must fight against the evil. Always.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You need peace, son.”
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“That makes you understand. That’s enough.” He falls silent for a moment. “Nobody knows about the asylum—nobody except Yegor, Rey and me. Yegor and I want you to take over.”
“What?”
“The money will be enough for fifty years. There’s still twenty women in there. They have husbands, children, and grandchildren. They live in a little village in Moldova. You will go there once a year to make sure everything is as it should be.”
“Why me?”
“Everyone in this family has their role to play. That’s yours.”
I nod. I want to do this. For my mom. For myself.
“Go back to your wife and kids, son.”
I bow my head at him and leave the library.
Dimitri dies on that evening—a heart attack the doctors say. He dies with a shot of vodka in his hand.
Boulder dies two years later, and Yegor soon after him.
Rey accompanies me when I visit the asylum.
The women have aged. They have pain chiselled on their faces, but their kids are healthy and happy. Their grandchildren are happy and healthy.
This little village is like a sanctuary, like some fucking proof that sometimes, bad men are capable of uniting and doing good things.
We stand at the edge of the road that slithers up the hill and we look down at the village surrounded by the pinewoods and rock walls. The air is crisp, almost painful to breathe in.
“He was a devil,” Rey says. “And he was an angel.” Her hand searches for mine, so dry and fragile to touch. Our fingers lace together. “He was so torn.” Our eyes meet. “So conflicted.” She sighs. “We just wanted to be happy despite all the darkness that tried to destroy us.”
“You looked like you were happy.”
“Yes. We were happy together. It was hard sometimes—love in pain, beauty in ugliness, happiness in tears.”
“That’s life.”
She flashes me a smile. “Yes, that’s life.” She grabs Star’s hand and my wife clings to her arm. “Visit me in Spain.”
“We will, I promise,” Star says.
“Be happy,” Rey says.
“We are very happy,” Star says.
Rey backs up, her walking stick clicking against the ground, and we follow her. After a meal in a nice restaurant, Star and I return to our hotel room whilst Rey goes for a walk around the building. I hear her come back to her room, which is next door, ten minutes later. My wife calls Sive to ask about our kids then she has a shower.
I have mine after her. With my pyjama pants on, I step out of the bathroom. My eyes travel to my wife—she’s naked, on all fours, her glistening pussy on display.
My dick throbs in my pants.
I strip and kneel behind her. My mouth touches her ass cheek, and I spread her even wider for me.
“My pretty wife wants to get fucked.”
“My husband wants to fuck all the time. What can I say?”
“You’d better say you want it rough.”
“I want it dirty, Rebel. Very dirty.”
My heart pounds in my chest. “Dirty how?”
“You know how.”
I swallow tickly as I press my thumb against her tight hole. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
Dark need fills my veins. I hold my cock and drive it into her hot, wet pussy. She whimpers as my balls slap against her slit.
I stop moving. “We need—“
“I know. I did research. I’m good at doing research, remember?”
“I have a very intelligent wife.”
She straightens, still impaled on my cock, and passes a bottle of lube to me.
I almost cum.
With my palm on the back of her head, I push her gently and she rests her cheek against the comforter. I open the bottle and rub a bit of the lube on her tight opening. My finger slips in, knuckle deep.
She gasps and shivers as I stretch her gently.
We’ve never done this before.
I’ve never done this before.
“I love you, Star.”
“I love you too.”
I push two fingers into her tight channel, and she hisses in pain.
“Star?”
“It’s good, Rebel, very good.”
I fuck her tight hole with two of my fingers, and she arches her back. Her breathing accelerates. My cock feels insane.
I pull out of her pussy and spread the lube over my shaft. Star leans against her elbows as her muscles shiver. I line my cock up with her tight opening and push in. Her heat and tightness squeeze the head of my dick, and I grit my teeth.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “You’re so tight.”
Star starts panting.
I rock my hips and bury myself inside her, balls deep. Star whimpers as her elbows lock. I don’t move. I’m on the brink.
Star
I’m impaled. The pain is almost unbearable—burning, slicing. Arousing. My throat pulses.
“Ready?” Rebel says, his voice rough.
I’m always ready to welcome him. He gives me so much pleasure. So much love.
“Fuck me,” I say.
I know he loves it when I’m talking like a wanton woman. He loves it when I give him a nice meal after he finishes his shift. He will devour my food, and I will devour his cock.
He starts moving inside me.
It’s painful until it’s pleasant. Pleasant in a decadent foreign way.
“Star,” he moans. “Star, baby, I need you to come for me.”
I touch myself. I make myself come for my husband.
He starts moaning, his thrusts deep and fast.
I feel his cock thicken inside me, and his hot cum fills me up. His body trembles against mine, and he cries out his pleasure.
He pulls out and encloses me with his arms. We lie down on the bed. His cum drips out of my ass as his sweat merges with mine.
“We’re gonna have another baby,” I say.
“What?”
“A. Baby.”
“You are pregnant?”
“Three weeks.”
“That’s wonderful.”
I curl up into his chest and our lips meet in a tender kiss. I love making my husband feel happy.
Tyler
Devil’s Tears MC Book 4
Chapter One
Tyler
She hasn’t spoken to me for a year. I know she’s working as a private investigator in the city and is renting a two bedroom house in the suburbs.
The truck hit her, and she ended up in a coma. She was unconscious for three months. I visited her as often as I could. When she woke up, she didn’t want to see me. Her rehabilitation took six more months—that’s what I heard from my mom. Yeah, my mom was there for her all the time.
I called her, and she told me she wanted to focus on her kids. I didn’t blame her. They were so scared about her. I called her again, and she changed her phone number. I asked Nikko to hack her phone number. After he’d done it, I called her again, and she threatened me that she’d leave the country.
So I stopped calling her.
I lean against the windowsill.
Yet another Christmas Eve in Chaviva’s dining room. Cindy and Luka always close the hotel over the Christmas period—such a family tradition. The whole hotel belongs only to us every Christmas.
My heart flutters. Ashley is going to attend with her kids as well. She’s refused once, but my dad went to her, and apparently, he was very convincing.
I drop into the armchair as the door of the dining room swings open and Ashley walks in. She looks like I remember her—a cute platinum blonde bob, beautiful blue eyes. As intensely blue as the sky above our desert. A dark green dress hugs her delicious body and she has knee-high boots on. She’s holding a crutch in her right hand though. Pain squeezes my heart.
My family surrounds her, and I lose sight of her. Her kids move closer to me. I rise to my feet as Ren extends his arm and we shake hands.
“
Hi, Tyler,” Rose says.
“Hi,” I say. “Nice to have you both here.” I toss my hair back. “Let’s say hello to your mom.”
We move towards the door and finally it’s my turn to greet Ashley. Her eyes sweep over me—as cold as winter, her face devoid of emotion. It pisses me off. Wakes an animal in me.
She was supposed to be my wife. She was supposed to sleep in my bed. She was supposed to lie naked beneath me every night and scream my name when she was coming.
“Hello, Ashley.”
“Hello, Tyler.” She averts her eyes.
I don’t know what has come over me, but I grasp her waist, lean in and kiss her lips. She yelps into my mouth as her crutch clatters against the floor. Somebody laughs behind me. Somebody murmurs behind me. To my left is somebody who starts clapping their hands.
My family love all sorts of circus, so that’s nothing new for them.
I tear my mouth off Ashley’s, but I don’t release my grip on her waist. Ren picks up the crutch and passes it to her. He flashes me a grin.
“Missed me?” I ask.
“Don’t embarrass me, Tyler,” Ashley hisses quietly.
“My family doesn’t mind.”
“I do.”
I kiss her forehead. “You look good.”
“Get off me. My kids are watching us.”
“Your kids want to be with their family more regularly.” I look over my shoulder and see Rose and Ren nod at me.
Good. They’re my allies.
“I’m taking you to the aqua park next Tuesday,” I say.
Ren and Rose bob their heads at me as excitement pervades their gazes. My glance travels to Ashley’s. She shoots knives with her eyes towards me.
I realise all the family have moved towards the dining table. “Can we talk?”
“No.”
“Ashley, half an hour.”
“No.”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Talk to him, Mom,” Rose says.
“Yeah, talk to him,” Ren says. “You’re rude.”
“Fifteen minutes,” Ashley hisses.
I tear the crutch away from her hand. “You won’t need it.” I turn around and pass it to Ren. “Keep it safe for me, soldier.”
Ren salutes me like a little soldier, and I like this delicate thread of understanding between us.
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