Prince: Diablos MC (Diablos MC Series Book 2)

by Eden Rose

  I walk quickly towards my room and kick the door shut. Elle feels so perfect in my arms, I don’t want to put her down, but I want to see her body. I want to see what she looks like fully naked. Yeah, I saw her in the shower, but this is different. This is when she truly becomes mine. She will be ALL mine.

  My dick says to hurry up and fuck her already. My body is telling me to claim her. My heart wants what my dick wants, but it’s my head that stops me from throwing her down and plowing into her. I don’t know what she’s been through and I’m fuckin’ petrified I will make everything worse.

  I need to get my shit together.

  “Baby, get on the bed and I’ll be there in a minute,” I tell her as I set her down.

  “Is everything okay?” She asks with her eyebrow raised. “Did I do something wrong?” There is a hitch in her last sentence that rips me open.

  “Nah, baby. You are fuckin’ perfect. I’m just gonna grab a condom.”

  I leave her standing next to the bed and I run towards my in-suit bathroom.

  Get it together, Prince! You’re fucking Prince! There’s no reason why you’re in your bathroom like a little bitch!

  I berate myself. I hunch over the counter for the sink and look at my complexion in the mirror. My eyes look sunken in from lack of sleep. It’s not easy being the president.

  I take one last look at my pathetic self and realize it’s now or never.

  Opening the bathroom door, I look over my room until my eyes land on the beautiful woman on my bed. Naked.

  Elle is lying across my bed with her hair all around her face and her tits are sticking straight out for me to suck on her nipples. My eyes greedily take in her lithe body that is a little too skinny for her frame.

  Her eyes watch me watch her.

  I smirk and quickly take off my clothes. I throw them in a heap on the floor before walking over to my bed. I grab her ankles to maneuver her body so her head is towards the top of the bed. She squeals at the movement and then giggles in a seductive way.

  She’s fucking with me.

  “Last chance,” I mumble. I rest my hands on the bed to support my weight. My dick is already rock hard and ready to sink into her pussy.

  Elle smiles. “I’m sure. Give me some happy memories,” she whispers. Her hand reaches out to shift through my beard. When she lightly tugs my facial hair, I about lose my shit.

  I cover her body with mine, resting right in between her thighs. I use my hands to manipulate her legs to wrap around my waist and moan when I feel her arousal against my sensitive dick.

  Fuck.

  She wiggles a little to get me to slide in, but I shake my head. “We do this my way,” I inform her. “Once I sink into this body, it’s mine. You got me?”

  “Yes! Yes! Please!”

  My mouth descends onto hers and I kiss her hard. Rough. I kiss her for all those moments I thought about kissing her sweet mouth but didn’t. I don’t wait for her to grow accustomed to my kiss before slipping my tongue into her mouth. She opens right up for me.

  Using my left hand, I run it down the right side of her body. My thumb rubs her nipple causing them to get stiff. She starts to breathe heavier and adjust her body to get me to fully take her.

  I want to do this my way.

  “Please!” She begs against my lips over our tongues in a duel to get closer.

  Should I put her out of her misery? I don’t think so.

  With my left hand, I caress the right side of her body. Over the plains of her little body, through the dips and little curves until I reach her belly button. I adjust my other arm to hold my weight and I use my left hand to sweep down to feel her pussy.

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Elle

  Some of the older girls who have been whored out longer than me always told me my first time can be whatever and wherever I wanted. I never understood what that meant until right now.

  All of those other men and women were practice for Prince. My body aches for him. My heart wants to attach to him in a way to draw all of his strength out of his body and take it. Each pass of his tongue against mine, is another anchor of red-hot need plummeting into my sex.

  His fingers dance over my sex until reaching my clit. I scream out against his tongue at the first pass of his finger against my clit.

  Prince moves his head from my mouth, and I pant from want and need. “Are you sure? Last chance.” He sounds desperate. He sounds like he is as full of need as I am.

  “Yes, please!”

  He trailed kisses from my lips to my throat. Light bites and nibbles every couple of times. Then when he reaches my silicone tits, he looks at them. He sees the scars on the side of my boobs. Prince kisses along the scars, swiping his tongue over them.

  I would never have expected him to be this sweet. He is purely the sweetest guy I have ever met. Of course, I haven’t had much experience with nice people at all.

  Slowly, so slowly, he slips a callused finger inside me. My back bows from the delicious stretch. My lips pucker and I let out a cry. Prince slides the finger in and out in an unpredictable pattern.

  His lips nip and suck my lower stomach before getting to their real destination. The first lick has me about to come. Lights flash behind my eye lids. My breathing gets heavy from the current sensation and I can’t help it. He is now sucking and licking my clit.

  Prince is still fucking me with his finger. He reaches something with his finger. I’m not sure what it is but I scream and close my thighs around his face. He fucks me harder with his fingers than before. My vision blurs as a wave of something passes over my body. There is a tense feeling inside of me, a spring ready to come undone.

  And then it did.

  Red hot liquid pierces through my body and I can’t help but squeeze his head with my thighs but then try to push him away.

  My body hums and vibrates on the bed, spent from my first orgasm through my clit. My body just lies there while Prince makes sure I have finished coming.

  “Who knew that would feel so good?” I cry out.

  He chuckles before giving me one last lick across my clit and then kisses my mound. “Baby, I’m just getting started. Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  I follow his directions while Prince adjusts his body so he’s covering me with his again. I feel the head of his huge and thick dick at my opening. I knew in that moment, there is a possibility I could actually like sex.

  That is new for me. I have never had anyone actually take care of me that way.

  “Relax,” he mumbles against my lips. I can smell my taste on his lips.

  I would have thought it would have been embarrassing to know how I smell like that. But it is such a turn on.

  He begins to slide in and out of me with just the tip of his dick. He’s careful to not give me everything all at once even though I want him to. I want everything.

  “Are you ready for more?” He asks.

  I nod frantically. “Please! Give me everything.”

  He moans against my mouth before fucking me within every inch of my life. His strokes are longer, more controlled- but delicious at the same time. His pubic bone keeps hitting my sensitive clit and I feel the tension build up further inside of me. Each time he bottoms out in me, I scream.

  I hope his brothers aren’t home.

  Prince does it so carefully moving me so I’m on top of him and he’s under me. He looks so handsome and hot under me.

  “Ride me, baby.”

  I knew how to be on top. That is something I know how to do. I also know how to suck dick and I appreciate Prince not asking me to do it.

  The one position I refuse to do with Prince is doggy-style.

  “Okay,” I mumble.

  I begin to ride him for everything I have. He thrusts up as I grind my sex against his dick. He looks at my tits and face as I chase my own pleasure.

  Oh! He’s giving me the ability to be in charge.

  My body thrums and hums from the pleasure shooting through my veins. I feel the same ten
sion flow through my body as my clit bumps against his pubic bone again.

  “Fuck!” I shout as I come.

  Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert when my orgasm comes over my body in a violent wave.

  I’m still coming when Prince bucks his hips and rides me from below. His hands rest on my hips to guide me up and down.

  Then he does it faster, then faster even more. I scream from the insane amount of pleasure coming over my body.

  Once he has finished, he lifts me off of him and I feel his come flow out of me. I look down at him as he realizes he forgot to use a condom.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles more to himself than me.

  “I’m clean, if that’s what you are worried about,” I snap. Everything about being a prostitute comes rushing back in the after glow of sex.

  I remember who I am and who I was. Who I will always be. A whore.

  His eyes pierce into mine, demanding me to look at him. “I wasn’t worried about that. If you haven’t realized yet how much I fuckin’ care for you, I don’t know how to make you see it!”

  He goes to get off the bed, but panic has shot through my body. I can’t have him leave. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

  Prince sits back on the bed and kisses me softly on the lips.

  A knock comes at the door and I hiss at it. I’m not ready for the real world to come in and try to ruin the good shit we have going on in here. I love being with him.

  In that moment, in the after glow of sex, I realized I could actually fall in love with him. I could really have feelings for him in a way I never thought I could have feelings for someone.

  He leans in closer to me to kiss me again. “Let me see what they want.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five: Chloe

  I have given them about a week. For one week, I have let them do whatever they have to do to make that girl whole and I’m getting antsy. I haven’t bothered them or asked to stop by.

  And those fuckers haven’t called me to come back.

  All of that has come to a halt when I hear of one of the bikers in Prince’s gang is shot in the mall. There is no telling me I’m wrong. I know exactly who is behind it and I’m scared it’s Barry.

  My brother, Barry, has always been the screw up in the family. Constantly doing drugs, getting arrested, going to prison and now involved in sex trafficking.

  Jesus.

  I’m running out of patience. It’s time to take a trip over to the clubhouse to get information.

  Every minute we wait, is another girl being trafficked. There is another girl who is gone for good and we can never find her again.

  “Howard, want to take a trip with me?” I ask my boyfriend.

  He smirks at me. The same crooked smirk that makes me weak at the knees. I didn’t know love existed like this until I finally gave up the ghost and decided to go all in with him. On top of everything else, he is a terrific father to the twins.

  They are lucky to have a father who is as caring as he is.

  “Yeah, babe. Let me finish this up and we can go,” he hollers over his computer.

  I take the few steps over to him and perch my ass against his desk. I lean over to push his hair from his eyes and he smiles at me.

  “You know what that does to me, Chlo,” he teases.

  “I know.”

  Howard finishes typing and then shuts down the computer. I’m glad he’s on my team. He’s an extremely hard worker and he’s dedicated to his job. More than that, he’s absolutely perfect for me.

  He holds his hand out for me and I place mine in his without hesitation. If anyone would have said I would be able to do that two years ago, I would have laughed in their faces.

  “Are you hoping we can identify that woman as Emily?” Howard asks me as he grabs his briefcase.

  When I first found out I was pregnant, I was undercover as a madam trying to shut down a ring. Luckily, I was able to. What I never expected was my own brother would have been involved in the ring. Barry was always doing whatever he wanted, but I didn’t think he would get involved in sex trafficking.

  He has not been found in over a year and a half and no one has any information on him. Part of me is hoping he stays gone, but the other part of me hopes we do find him.

  I don’t know which one outweighs the other feeling.

  “See ya later,” Grant calls out from his cubby.

  I wave at the father of my twins. I will always have a special place in my heart for him for giving me two beautiful babies. That doesn’t mean I forgive him for lying to me. For sleeping with my former best friend, Christine. I will never forget what he did.

  I will never forgive him for myself. If my twins wanted me to, I might. However, there are some scars that are unconcealable.

  I wave back at him and walk out of the bureau with Howard. It was then that I answer.

  “I’m hoping we are able to find Emily. That doesn’t mean I’m ready to come to terms with my brother. I don’t want to know what he did or what he has done. I don’t think I could ever forgive him for getting involved with the mafia.”

  “I grabbed a couple mugshots of known mafia members in the ring and even grabbed some of the agents. We need to make sure we get a clear identification.”

  I nod my head. “Yeah, I know.”

  The whole drive back to the clubhouse, I begin to sweat a little in my suit. What if she identifies Barry? What the fuck does that mean for my brother? Does that mean he’s still involved? Or does that mean he was able to get out of it?

  I’m not stupid in the sense of believing anyone can get out of it. I know there is only three ways to get out of the mafia and I know it’s not two of them. He’s not in prison and he’s not in morgue nor is he on the lam. Which means, he’s still active.

  “Howie, what happens if she identifies Barry?” I squeak.

  He pats my knee. “Then she identifies Barry. That doesn’t mean you fucked up in any way. You know your brother is really sick.”

  By the time we get to the clubhouse, my head is swimming with what ifs. What if he’s still involved in the ring? What if he got out? What if he’s dead in the woods or some shit?

  I don’t know.

  I don’t know if I will ever know what happened to him. I do know that my parents want to be able to move on with their lives and not worry about Barry, their screwed up son.

  I get out of the car and wait for Howard to round the front of the car to meet me. I got tired of him side-seat driving me so I just let him drive for now on. He would constantly bitch about how close I was behind people. Anyway, it was annoying as fuck.

  This time I didn’t have to knock on the door. This time I was met by the brothers at the front door. The one who spoke to me the last time, isn’t out front, though. I wonder where he is. Nor is the president who I spoke to at the hospital yesterday.

  “What can we do for you?” One of them asks with a snarl of his teeth.

  I can see by the name badge on his leather vest his name is Dragon. He looks like he is built like one, that’s for sure. The man is pure muscle and he looks angry.

  “I’m FBI Agent Delacruz and this is-“

  One of the brothers interrupts me. “We don’t give two fucks who you are. What are you doing here?”

  “I need to speak to the president,” I answer. I’m not going to let them think they can bully me down. Nor am I going to be pushed around by these assholes.

  “I believe he’s in Washington D.C. or kissin’ babies someplace else,” Dragon answers.

  “Enough, brothers. Let them in.”

  I look through them and see the man I spoke to last time. He’s standing at attention on top of the stairs with a scowl on his face. Howard places his hand on my back and walks up the stairs first.

  Ever the gentleman.

  “I thought I told you I would call you,” the man exclaims with vehemence in his voice. “You can’t be showing up at my place like this.”

  “We don’t mean any harm but we
do have a case to solve. We met you yesterday. Is she awake?” I ask.

  “Yeah. She’s not having a good day, though. You should know these unscheduled meetings are not good for her.”

  “What is your name?” Howard asks the man.

  The man smirks. “I’m Prince. And the way you’re holdin’ onto the girl cop, I’m assumin’ you’re her boyfriend or somethin’?”