Disconnect

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  One corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk. “Fuck you. Not all of us got to spend the afternoon in tight, young pussy.”

  “You’re awfully obsessed with where I park my dick lately.”

  He smirks even wider, then drops his gaze to his desk. “Heard from a contact. Your girl’s car was found near Willow Beach.”

  “You think he’s headed to Vegas?”

  “I don’t know. Pretty fuckin’ stupid if he is.”

  He’s right. Romeo’s connections in Sin City run pretty deep. “You think he headed somewhere else?”

  “He’s not dumb. Usually,” he amends.

  “I’ve got another problem. I’m pretty sure Tucker is Karina’s father.”

  The shock on his face is more than I expected.

  “That is a problem. I got personal business with Tucker.”

  Not a surprise that prez has some side action.

  He shakes off whatever’s bothering him. “Ain’t a problem. She’s under our protection now. He can fuck right off, if he don’t like it.”

  I’m real fuckin’ glad he sees it that way. Makes my life easier. “What’re we doing with Hemi?”

  “Still got guys lookin’ for him. Fuckin’ sucks, we got no idea what he’s drivin’ now. Bolt’s crew is gonna tow her car here so we can go through it.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Hey, I want to take one of the rooms upstairs.”

  “‘Bout fuckin’ time.”

  I smirk because it’s always bugged Romeo that I don’t give a shit about where I lay my head. His way of thinkin’ is that officers of the club belong in the cushier rooms upstairs. I’ve never given a fuck. I ain’t a part of this club for status.

  “I’ll put you next to me, so I can hear your hot lil’ girl screamin’ her head off when you’re railin’ her.”

  “No fuckin’ thanks. I don’t wanna be anywhere near your sex dungeon. Just want a private bath and bigger space so she’s more comfortable when we’re here.”

  Dick that he is, he places both hands over his heart. “What a gentleman.”

  “Fuck you.” I tap his desk with my fist. “Need anything else from me?”

  “No. Go take care of your girl. Old man like you probably has a hard time keepin’ up with her. Let me know if you need script for some little blue pills.” he says as he stands and rounds the desk.

  “Nah, I’ll leave those to you.”

  He walks me out into the main room and we stop to survey the clubhouse. Place is damn close to being one big drunken orgy. Half-naked and fully naked bitches everywhere. Only one bitch I wanna see. Mine.

  She’s still at the bar with Luck.

  “You ain’t worried about them hanging out together?” Romeo asks.

  I actually stop and think about it. No.

  One of our prospects approaches her with his player face on. Now, him? I’m ready to rip his arms off and beat him to death with them. Luck scares him away and Karina shines one of her innocent smiles at him. Now I can’t stop thinking of the kinky shit I know he’s into. Picturing him tyin’ her up in all sorts of obscene positions, has my dick so hard I gotta stop and adjust myself. “Later, Romeo. Keep me up-to-date.”

  I don’t wait to hear his answer.

  Karina flinches when I wrap my arms around her waist, but then settles against me. “Hey, baby girl,” I whisper against her ear.

  She goes soft in my arms, tipping her head back to smile. “Hi. Missed you.”

  Fuck, she’s sweet. Smells sweet too, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m rubbing my face against her neck and tugging at her earlobe with my teeth. Love the way her body trembles and her nipples perk right up under my touch.

  I turn to Luck. “Was she a good girl?”

  He chuckles. “Yeah.” He’s not laughing at my question, he’s laughing at the way Karina has her eyes closed and lips parted because I can’t keep my hands off her nipples or out from under her skirt.

  Sucking at the skin below her ear makes her moan and I whisper, “Spread your legs.”

  Anxious eyes pop open and stare at me. “Dante?”

  “No one can see.” I turn and smirk. “Well, except Luck.”

  She leans farther back against me, spreading her thighs. “My baby girl’s so fuckin’ wet.”

  She whimpers and opens wider. “That’s it. Close your eyes.” I trace my way from clit to cunt and back. “Want you to come for me,” I whisper against her skin. I draw lazy circles around her clit until she’s panting hard. My other hand’s cupping her breast, thumb rubbing over the thin fabric covering her nipple. This is torture on my dick. I’m so hard it hurts, but the exercise in self-control will do me some good.

  My finger teases her pussy, then slides inside finding and rubbing the spot that will push her over the edge. Little sighs and moans pour out of her. Instead of my fingers, I wish my face was between her legs and my tongue buried in her cunt.

  She cries out, her hands come up tightening around my forearms, then she’s clenching around my finger, coming so hard she jerks and trembles in my arms. I press my lips to the side of her head. “Good girl.”

  Her eyes pop open and she gives me a soft smile.

  Luck hands her a bottle of water, making her blush and look away.

  “Hey, Dante, can I borrow your girl?”

  I straighten up to find Sadie behind us. “Come dance with us, Karina,” she says, then looks at me. “I promise I won’t let anyone touch her.” She holds out her hand while raising an eyebrow at me. I nod. Karina slides out of my grasp, wobbles on her feet a little, then adjusts her skirt and lets Sadie lead her to the dance floor.

  “You ever try orgasm denial with her?” Luck asks as I sit down and signal Amy to bring me a beer.

  “Fuck no. Why the hell would I do that?”

  He shrugs. “It can be fun.” His mouth curves into an evil grin. “For you. Not her.”

  “God, you’re a sick fucker.” I laugh and shake my head. We turn to watch the girls on the dance floor. Sadie’s got her hands on Karina’s hips and my girl’s lookin’ freaked out and hot as fuck.

  Something feels off about the way Sadie’s trying to be so friendly. Maybe she wants to embarrass me in front of the clubhouse? But then, all we do is dance. When one of the guys comes up and tries to touch me, she brushes him off.

  “She’s Dante’s girl, don’t touch,” is all she has to say for him to back off. She crooks a finger at him. “I’m everyone’s girl. Touch as much as you want.”

  As I’m flicking my hair off my sweaty forehead, two arms wrap around my middle. Dante.

  “Need you, baby girl,” he says against my ear. His low voice sends pleasant tingles all over my body.

  Sadie’s getting plenty of touching from her admirer, so I turn to face Dante. “You got me.”

  He tugs me through the crowd and down the hall. But we keep moving past his door. “Dante?”

  “Wanna show you somethin’.”

  I like the feel of his big, warm hand holding mine, leading me where he wants to go, which is through a large steel door and up two flights of steps. We’re in another hall with doors on either side. “Gonna take one of the rooms up here, so you’re more comfortable,” he says as he keeps walking.

  He pushes through another door, and we’re outside. On the roof.

  The door slams shut behind us, and I jump. “Are we locked up here?”

  “No.”

  The view up here takes my breath away, distracting me for a moment. Dante pulls me into his arms. “It’s so pretty up here,” I whisper as I look up at him.

  “Not as pretty as you.”

  My mouth opens in surprise. Before I can say anything, he leans down and kisses me. His lips are firm, demanding access that I immediately give him. Even so, he grips the back of my head, holding me tight. His other hand slides down to cup my ass, pulling me into his body. I can’t get close enough, and throw my arms around his neck.

  When he finally breaks our kiss, his lips curl into an obscene

smile. “Need my cock in you, babe.”

  All the air in my lungs rushes out. I can’t respond. I’m too wound up. He doesn’t need me to respond. Rough hands lead me to the low brick wall surrounding the roof. Abruptly, I’m facing the night sky…and whatever is three stories below us. The parking lot.

  “Dante—”

  His hands slide over my hips and fit into my waist. “Bend over and put your hands on the ledge,” he whispers, then runs his tongue down my neck, while his hands lift my skirt. I moan when his coarse hands brush against my skin.

  “Don’t make me tell you again, Karina.”

  I’m shuddering from a mixture of fear and desire as I put my palms against the wall. Warm night air kisses my exposed skin, and desire drowns out my fear. His hands position my hips the way he wants them, and then run over my ass.

  There’s a blunt nudge against my pussy and I arch my back just a bit more so he can get the right angle. I whimper as he invades me. Something about this angle and the size of him is too much. My cries don’t slow him down though. He presses in all the way. Big, rough hands keeping me in place. My mouth opens on a silent scream as he tilts me so I can take him deep.

  “That’s my girl,” he grunts as he fills me over and over. The force of his thrusts makes my hands scrape along the cool, gritty brick. Fear that my arms will give out freezes my insides. I don’t want to end up kissing the brick wall or falling off the roof.

  “Rub your clit, baby.”

  “I…I can’t. I’m scared.”

  My words stop him. His arms band around me, practically lifting me off the ground. “Dante!” I yelp as he resumes his furious thrusting.

  “You think I’d let you fall, baby girl?” he whispers against my ear. “Think I’d let anything happen to my beautiful girl?”

  Those words unravel me. All my burning need comes rushing up from the depths of my heart. To be held and wanted. And fucked. Hard. “No, daddy.”

  “That’s right. Time for you to come.”

  I can’t hold back. A shattering pulse of pleasure steals my breath and voice. He keeps fucking me straight through it.

  Death by fucking. Not a bad way to go. Karina’s gonna kill me for sure, with her tempting pussy I can’t seem to keep my dick out of. Her gasps and moans as she comes around my cock are fuckin’ beautiful. Repeatedly her pussy clamps down, squeezing the fuck out of me. I give her a second, then pull out and turn her to face me. She’s so dazed, she sort of sways on her feet.

  “What—”

  I let go of her long enough to get my T-shirt up and over my head, then drop it on the ground.

  “Get on your knees,” I order. Sweet fucking little bitch doesn’t even hesitate. Kneels so pretty and peers up at me. “Suck.”

  Her nose wrinkles and she takes a tentative lick.

  “Don’t need to work me up, baby girl. I said suck. Open wide.” My hands thread through her hair, holding her so I can shove my cock in her mouth, thrusting until I hit the back of her throat. I pull back and almost lose it as her lips and tongue stroke me. The wrinkled nose is too much to ignore.

  “Taste yourself on my dick, baby?”

  She nods and hums, the vibration traveling straight to my balls. “You like it?”

  This time she shakes her head and hums. It’s fucking hot and cute, and I’m gonna lose it any second. “But you’ll do it ‘cause I asked. Right, baby girl? You wanna please me?”

  She whimpers and nods.

  “Good girl.” She keeps her eyes on me, swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. Brings her hands up and starts working me. She’s trying to get me off as fast as possible. I want to fuck with her, and hold off. But I can’t control myself from finding a rhythm, pushing in deeper each time.

  “Fuck,” I groan, filling her mouth with cum. I’m amazed I’ve got anything left after the way I’ve gone at her tonight. “Good girl,” I whisper as she swallows everything. I help her up and she wraps her arms around me. We stay like that for a second, then she pulls away and hands me my shirt.

  Neither of us says anything as we leave the rooftop and go downstairs to my room. I’m on her the second the door closes. Yanking that little skirt down her legs and ripping that thin tank top away from her breasts.

  “Know why I wanted to come in your mouth, babe?” I ask as I pinch and rub her rock hard nipples.

  “No,” she gasps.

  “’Cause I wanna bury my face in your pussy and didn’t feel like eating my own cum.”

  She gasps, and then giggles at my filthy words. She ain’t giggling two seconds later when her naked body’s sprawled face down over my lap.

  “Someone said they wanted a spanking before,” I whisper against her ear. She raises her ass in the air.

  “Yes, please.”

  Fuck me.

  Underneath my lust, some other emotion uncoils, burning a path to my chest. For a second, I suck in a breath at the sight of her perfect ass. Bared for my hand.

  “Please, Dante,” she whispers softly. Her cheek’s pressed against the mattress and her big, blue eyes stare up at me. The muscles in her legs tense as I run my hand over the soft globes of her ass. Everything about my girl is soft, sweet, and perfect. She’s everything a man like me should never touch. She shudders as I run my fingers down her spine and the tight line of her ass. She sighs the first time my hand comes down on her ass. I go slow, taking time to touch her in between smacks. She’s got a soft smile on her lips when I really start laying into her ass. She whimpers and pulls her arms up under her, but never tries to get away. I keep alternately smacking both cheeks until they’re glowing.

  “Had enough, baby girl?”

  “No.”

  I’m afraid if I keep at her much longer, I’ll hurt her. And I don’t think she has any idea when to say stop. That leaves it up to me. Running my hands over her warm skin does nothing to calm my raging erection. My hands cup her cheeks and spread her open. She tenses and I lay a sharp smack on her upper thigh. “My ass, Karina. Mine. Stay still.”

  She whimpers, but not from fear or pain. “I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are.”

  Wedging my hand between her thighs, I open her wider. “My girl’s nice and wet from her spanking.”

  Her eyes close and she moans softly while I dip my fingers inside her. She jumps when I drag a finger up to her clit.

  “Sensitive?”

  “Yes.”

  I dip my fingers inside her again, spreading her wetness to her ass. “Wish I had your plug here. Need to fuck your ass soon.”

  “Oh…oh…oh.” She’s moaning and babbling as my fingers work circles around her tight little hole. “I…I…have to tell you something,” she stammers out.

  “What’s that, baby girl?” I stop teasing her so she can get some words out.

  “I lost the plug.”

  “Lost? How?”

  Her face is almost as red as her ass as she squirms in my lap to see me better. “When he came to get me, he said we’d be on lock down so I grabbed it while I was packing. It’s in the car with all my books and other stuff. I’m so sorry.”

  It’s wrong, but I can’t help laughing. “You were thinking of me, baby girl?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  I lift her so she’s sitting in my lap. My hand grips her chin, turning her to face me. Her mouth’s open and I plant a hot wet kiss on her lips. She grabs my shoulders and takes the kiss deeper. Hungry groans fill my mouth and my hand goes to the back of her head, holding her still.

  When I finally pull away, her eyes are glazed, lips red and swollen. “Are you mad?”

  “No. Fuck, no. It’s sweet and hot as fuck that you were thinking of pleasing me even though you must have been scared.”

  The corners of her mouth turn up.

  I slide her off my lap and onto the bed. “Come on, time for bed.”

  She drops her gaze to my rock hard dick, straining to punch a hole through my fuckin’ pants. “But?”

  “You want my cock again?”

  “I need to come.” Somehow, when my little bitch whines, it’s the hottest fuckin’ sound in the world. Nothing. Nothing about her annoys me. How long will that last?

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  On Sunday, Dante says it’s safe to go home. Happiness bubbles through me at the thought. Although no one bothered me this time, I still don’t like sleeping over at the clubhouse.

  Returning to Dante’s cabin feels weird. Less than forty-eight hours ago, I’d been abducted from the front yard.

  Inside, the stench of burned chicken fills the house.

  “Oh, shit, Dante!” I yelp, racing over to the kitchen. The crockpot shut itself off, but not before everything in it charred.

  “I’m so sorry,” I say, choking back a sob.

  Dante’s hands settle on my shoulders, pulling me back against his chest. “What are you sorry for, baby girl?”

  “I could have burned the house down.”

  He chuckles and turns me to face him. Big, warm, rough hands cup my cheeks. “Karina, were you planning to be kidnapped?”

  “No.”

  “Then don’t apologize. We’ll throw it out and I’ll buy you a new one. Don’t give a fuck about a goddamn crockpot. Just happy my girl’s okay.”

  That’s it. I’m done. I throw myself against him, linking my fingers behind his back and sob against his chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me just as tight, while his hands rub up and down my back.

  “You’re safe, baby girl. I won’t let anything happen to you again.”

  We stay like that for a while. Then Dante sits me down in the living room and flips the television on. While I absently flip through the channels, he tosses the crockpot in the garbage. He joins me on the couch and settles his hand on my knee.

  “I’m so happy to be home, Dante.” The words feel fuzzy as they fall off my tongue. This is my home now, right?

  One of his hands tugs at the ends of my hair. “Happy you’re home. Your car should be back tomorrow.”

  “Really? How’d you find it? Did you find Logan too?” Why did he wait to tell me this until now?

  He reaches up and caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. It’s an awfully sweet gesture considering what he says next. “None of that’s stuff you need to worry about.”

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