RUTHLESS HOLD (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel)

by London Casey

  Eden released her hold on Trev’s hand and grabbed for the bottom of her shirt. She took her shirt off and threw it behind her. She then reached back with one hand and unsnapped her bra. She let it fall forward and tossed it to the side. Reaching down for Trev’s hand, she shivered, unable to comprehend what she was about to do. She put Trev’s hand to her bare breast. She squeezed her hand to his.

  “Fuck,” Trev said.

  He slipped his hand away from Eden’s breast, leaving a few smears of blood.

  Eden was breathing heavy, her mind reminding herself that the blood on her breast was not hers or Trev’s. It was of someone he killed. She looked down at her breast and groaned.

  Trev reached down and opened her jeans. Eden put her hands to Trev’s chest and clawed at him.

  “Tell me,” she whispered.

  “Tell you what?”

  “What happened?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Trev said. He took his hands from her open jeans and said, “Take everything off right now.”

  Eden stepped back and stripped herself naked. Everything came off in seconds and she couldn’t believe how fast her day had turned. Twenty minutes ago she was in tears, feeling desperate and alone. Now she was inches away from Trev, both of them naked.

  “Let me wash this off,” Trev said.

  He turned and walked into the shower.

  Eden hesitated and watched as the water hit his body and cascaded down. She quickly stepped forward and into the shower with him.

  “I’ll do it,” she said.

  “What?”

  “I’ll wash the blood off you, Trev. Whatever you did… it was for your club, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay. This is what my job is, right? To take care of you… be your old lady?”

  Trev grabbed Eden by the waist and turned her, pinning her against the cold tile of the shower. She yelled when the icy touch made her back tighten.

  “Old lady? What are you doing… researching shit on your phone when I’m not looking?”

  “No. I’m trying to understand it all. You kill people. But it makes sense.”

  Eden looked down and saw the water washing the blood off Trev’s body. It ran along the tub to the drain, becoming a lighter red color, almost pink, as though it transformed from something scary to something beautiful.

  The thoughts rushed through Eden’s mind and terrified her.

  “Hey,” Trev said and he touched her face. He pressed his body against hers. “You don’t have to understand this. You don’t even have to accept this. You’re not going to be here forever.”

  “What if I want to be?” Eden asked. “I came here for a reason. Well, a destination.”

  She watched as Trev stared at her. His right hand slid between her legs and touched her. His roughness to her silkiness was beautifully polar opposite. His fingers the symbol of death and danger, her flower the symbol of innocence and love.

  Trev curled his fingers and pressed himself into her body, sinking into her warmth.

  Now nothing mattered but lust.

  Trev kissed her lips and pulled away. “I’ll tell you everything.” He kissed her again. “But I’m going to fucking torture you while I do it.”

  His fingers plunged deeper into her body.

  Eden moved to her toes and let out a whimper. She felt her hips shiver and rock left to right, feeling Trev’s thick fingers cutting her open even more.

  She reached down and touched his steel ass, knowing she could never get to him… he was all muscle, everywhere. His cock was perfectly placed between their bodies. She felt him growing, thickening, the bottom of his shaft pressing to her stomach and climbing up.

  “There were two prospects,” Trev whispered, his lips hovering near her neck. “They were sent to finish off something for the MC.”

  “What?” Eden asked.

  Trev curled his fingers and pulled them out of her. He quickly thrust them into her again and groaned. Eden jumped and whimpered.

  “They were supposed to kill someone we kidnapped.”

  Eden put her hands to Trev’s arms.

  He kissed her neck and she put her head back. The deep breaths she took, the harder it was to breathe because of the steam.

  “They freaked out and weren’t able to do it the right way,” Trev said. His tongue flickered against Eden’s neck and moved down. His fingers kept sliding in and out of her. “It turned into a fucking murder scene that fell right back on the MC.”

  Eden groaned. “Are… are you in… trouble?”

  Trev kissed her chest and pulled away. “No, beautiful. We could ride that out. But one of them was talking to the PD. Trying to sell us out. That doesn’t happen in this MC. Ever.”

  Eden lowered her head and saw Trev inch down even more. His fingers were making a circular motion against her pussy, rubbing up to her clit and right back down again. He started to add pressure and Eden felt herself unable to fight back the urge the thrust against his touch. Her back was against the tile and her hips were pressed forward, offering herself. When she thrust her hips, she felt Trev’s cock rubbing against her stomach. It was all adding up very quickly inside her.

  “What did you… do… to them?” Eden managed to ask.

  Trev looked up at her. “I fucking killed them both.”

  Eden gasped. Hearing the words made it all even more real.

  Trev’s mouth then slipped over her left breast and he took her into his mouth. He was aggressive, sucking hard, his tongue darting left to right against her nipple. Each time he did it, a tingling pleasure sensation shot through Eden’s body, down between her legs, right where Trev was still touching her.

  Her nails dug into his forearms but even those were made of muscle.

  “Fuck,” she groaned.

  Trev pulled his mouth away and looked at her. He moved his mouth to her other breast. His tongue gently flicked at her nipple.

  “Want to know how?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “I used my knife. I cut them…” His tongue flicked her nipple. “Throat. Chest. Stomach.” Each time his tongue rubbing against her nipple.

  Eden was one flick away from losing it.

  Trev then stood up and took his hands from her body. He just stood there, fists at his sides, looking like an outlaw monster as he hovered over her.

  Eden put her hands flat to the wall and stared at Trev in disbelief. Never in her life had she been so close to coming and just have it all stop so abruptly. Her hips were still gently rocking left to right, seeking Trev’s touch. Even though he took a step back, his dick was still touching her body, forced to bend up because its length.

  “Does it bother you?” Trev asked.

  “Fuck,” Eden purred. “No. Trev, no. Please…”

  “Please what?”

  “You stopped.”

  “Scream it.” He put a hand to her waist and squeezed tight. “Scream what you want right now.”

  Eden felt her lips quivering with excitement. She’d never done anything like this before. “Fuck… me…”

  “No,” Trev said. “That’s not good enough, beautiful. Make the club hear you from here.”

  Eden’s knees buckled. Between her thighs she trembled with a feeling she never had before. It was unfair what Trev was doing to her. She needed to be touched. She needed to be fucked.

  Right now.

  “Fuck me!” she yelled. “Fuck, Trev! Fuck me right now! Now!”

  Her voice carried through the bathroom.

  “Good girl,” Trev said with a sly grin.

  A second later, his hands were all over her, turning her around and pulling her ass to him. She felt his hand slip between her legs and with two fingers, he opened her pussy. His cock touched her, and then he thrust, ripping her open.

  Now came another scream, this one much more feral and intense.

  Eden felt impossibly full and knew this was just the beginning. She put her hands to the wall and pushed back, letting him d
eeper inside her.

  “Ah, fuck, beautiful,” Trev growled. He pulled back away from her and slipped two fingers in her. “Have you ever been fucked before?”

  Eden let out a groan and looked over her shoulder. She wasn’t a virgin but her track record was nothing compared to Trev, for sure. And she had never experienced anything close to Trev in her life. She told herself to relax a little…

  Trev circled his fingers and pulled out of her. His dick was there a moment later, pressing into her again. Every muscle tensed in Eden’s body. She took a deep breath and felt him fight through the tightness, making himself a custom fit to his needs. The pressure stole her breath. His hands grabbed at her waist tight, pulling as they fucked.

  Trev put himself to the hilt inside her body. Eden had never experienced such a full sensation in her life. Right then she knew she was ruined by Trev. No man, no sex, no strength would ever compare. This was the best. Now and forever.

  “Fuck, beautiful,” Trev said. “Fuck…”

  He pulled back and thrust forward. Eden let out a gasp and a cry. Over and over, he increased his speed, going faster, harder, taking all of her right there in the shower. In a matter of minutes she was used to him, her body still sheathing him tight but comfortable enough that he was able to keep going faster.

  Trev slid a hand up her back and pushed, bending her over even more. He then turned so she faced the back of the shower, allowing her to bend over even more. Eden grabbed for the edge of the tub, holding on for life as Trev pounded against her.

  She ended up on her toes as she started to come.

  Trev didn’t slow down one bit.

  He stayed right behind her, going faster and harder, fucking her through her orgasm. She then felt him stretching her again, filling up, ready to unleash his own. She turned her head, wanting to tell him she didn’t have any protection for herself. There was no need for that because she hadn’t been on a date or with someone in…

  “Fuck,” Trev hissed. “I’m going to fucking fill you.”

  “Trev!” Eden cried out. “Wait…”

  Trev thrust forward and pulled her back. Before Eden could mutter another sound, he was coming. She felt his cock let go and pulse inside her. When she managed to find air for a breath she took it. And then let out a groaning yell as her knees bent. Trev stayed behind her, still pumping himself into her, thrusting as he came again and again, grunting each time more of his seed spilled into her.

  When he pulled out of her, Eden fell to her knees in the shower. Her body shook with fury and she felt a gush between her legs. She looked back and saw Trev’s thick cock still throbbing and bouncing.

  She then looked up at him. “Trev… I’m not… I’m not on the pill or anything.”

  Eden waited for him to explode with anger. Maybe even kill her.

  Instead, Trev helped her to her feet. His hands cupped at her ass. He looked into her eyes.

  “I don’t give a fuck, beautiful… I’m going to claim you… you’re going to carry my baby…”

  __

  fourteen.

  Trev had no fucking idea what had gotten into him. Never before had he told a woman club business like he did to Eden. Telling her about the fucking prospects and then describing how he killed the fucking traitors. Her pussy was the most comforting thing he’d ever felt before, better than ten shots of the world’s most expensive whiskey. Better than the coldest beer on the hottest day. Fuck, her pussy was almost better than the open fucking road.

  Trev needed to claim her. Not to just fuck her pussy, protect her ass, and make sure she was off limits to the rest of the MC. He wanted her to really be his. Wear a ring. Carry a baby. All that bullshit he’d been seeing for months now in the MC.

  I fucking want that.

  He carried Eden from the shower and went right to the bed. They were both dripping wet. Her face looked shocked at the words he’d said to her - you’re going to carry my baby - and, shit, the words had shocked Trev too.

  As he put Eden down on the bed, he slid his hands down to her knees and parted her legs, admiring the beautiful sight before his eyes. Her pink flower, bloomed, moist, ready for more. His hands squeezed and he climbed to the bed. Between his legs, he was a steel beam, never needing a break after coming. Not with someone like Eden.

  He came forward and pressed himself to her body. Her left hand touched his stomach and clawed at him.

  “Easy,” she whispered.

  Trev peeled her hand away and grinned. “Sorry, beautiful, I don’t do easy. Life isn’t easy. Nothing is easy. But sometimes hard is good.”

  He thrust forward and entered her.

  Eden let out a cry and arched her back.

  Trev slipped a hand behind her back and held her in that position. He thrust harder into her and brought his mouth down to her chest. Her tits were amazing, her skin warm and soft, her nipples hard but forgiving to the roughness of his tongue. And each time he flicked his tongue up and down against her nipples she bucked her hips at him. In a matter of just a few minutes, Trev had all of Eden’s buttons memorized. He controlled her body, her pleasure, and beyond that, Trev controlled her protection and safety.

  He brought his body to hers, feeling her breasts press to his hard chest. He fucked her with thorough pumps, his lower half like the piston of an engine, ramming forward, feeling every inch of Eden’s delicious body.

  The tips of their noses touched for a split second and Trev caught himself kissing Eden. The kiss turned into something hotter. Eden dug her hands into his hair, pulling at him. They were wild together then. Stuck between crazy sex and making love, a fine line that Trev never crossed before. To him there was no such thing as love when it came to fucking someone. It was about release. Nothing more. Nothing less.

  Trev broke the kiss from Eden because of what it started to do within his heart. He put his hands to the bed and pushed himself up. It started to piss him off with the way he was feeling. He was supposed to be the guy on the frontline for the MC. The one to take a bullet and be remembered as a hero. Not leave people behind.

  As Trev thrust harder into Eden, he felt himself readying to explode again. Eden grabbed at his ass, her nails scratching and digging. For a second, he screamed in his mind not to finish inside her. No giving leverage to anyone who wanted his ass dead. It was easier to live with nothing than die with everything.

  “Oh, Trev,” Eden groaned. Her fingers pulled at him.

  Trev let out a grunt and pulled back as he felt himself climaxing. He managed to get his cock out just in time. He looked down and watched as he came, spurting right up on Eden’s smooth mound. She gasped and hurried to grab him, pumping at his root.

  “Fuck, no,” she cried out.

  A second later she put Trev’s dick back to her pussy.

  Trev gritted his teeth and lost his damn mind. He thrust forward and entered her again. His cock was still pulsing, oozing with orgasm, but somewhere in his mind he told himself it wasn’t a big deal. The first few shots were the most potent.

  As Trev lowered his body to Eden’s again he felt the warm, sticky mess between them. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, loving the way her clean, still wet skin smelled and tasted. He thrust as hard as ever, his cock finished, but his mind and heart far from done. With each thrust into Eden, she groaned, taking him over and over.

  Somewhere inside Trev he wanted to feel regret. Knowing he jammed his cock back into her beautiful pussy, even when he was still coming, that was a big risk. That was a big deal .

  To Trev’s shock… there was no regret.

  When it came to Eden, he only felt excitement.

  *

  “It’s almost dark, brother,” Trev said. “It’s been a fuck of a day for me. Shit got too calm around the clubhouse and I knew something was going to happen. I felt it inside me.” Trev looked at his hands. “There’s blood on these hands, brother. So much blood. It had to be done. The prospects didn’t just fuck up, they turned their backs on us. I know you woul
d have done the same thing.”

  Trev looked to the horizon and saw the last flicker of daylight. Night was swallowing him up from behind and he wanted to get back to the clubhouse. Fuck, he wanted to see Eden again.

  Trev took his gun out and, just like always, he took a bullet from the magazine. He stepped forward and put it on the headstone. He crouched down and stared at Griffin’s name.

  “It’s not what you think,” he whispered. “I mean, if all that bullshit is true and you could look down at me. Man, I hope you look down on me and see what I did…”

  Trev laughed to himself.

  He heard someone clear their throat.

  He popped back up and spun around, gun ready. A tall and lanky man with a shovel and a brown paper bag stood there. His eyes were old and haggard and he showed his hands.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Trev asked.

  “I’m Pete. I look after this place.”

  “This place?”

  “The entire cemetery. I take care of the grounds. Walk it at dusk and make sure nothing funny is going on.”

  Trev saw Pete move his eyes to the gun, then to Trev.

  “Yeah, sorry,” Trev said. He put the gun away and nodded. He took out a pack of cigarettes. “Want one?”

  “Eh, yeah, why not? I’m staring at death all day, why not speed up the process a little?”

  “Yeah, right,” Trev said. He pointed to the skull on his leather cut. “You should try riding in my shoes.”

  Pete lit the cigarette, took a drag, and then pointed it at the headstone. “One of your friends?”

  “Yeah. Gunned down last year.”

  “Wow. That’s wild.”

  “Yeah.”

  “You the one who keeps leaving bullets on the grave?”

  “You the one who keeps taking them?” Trev asked.

  “I have to. It’s dangerous. We get kids in here, you know? Visiting. Fucking around.”

  “Let me ask you,” Trev said, “what do you do with the bullets?”

  “I keep ‘em,” Pete said. He patted his pocket. “I collect ‘em up and walk to the grave everyday to check for another. Stupid, right? But it gives me something to look forward to.”

  Trev sidestepped and pointed to the bullet he just put on the gravestone. “Well, there you go, Pete. Another one.”