CAIN (Hell's Lovers MC, #4)

by Crimson Syn

  Playing was our escape from what was going on in the club. After Ramon died, the tensions remained heavy. We had gotten word that Wolf and Grayson were returning and that Seth and one of the prospects were going to stay with Scarlett and Rahyne. It wasn’t a choice Wolf was pleased about, but he wanted his family away from any danger. Especially now that baby Ryder was born. No man would have wanted to leave his baby or his wife behind, but it was necessary, for now.

  Cain and Diesel were still in charge and they were making sure to train the prospects so they’d all be ready for when de la Cruz’s men decided to pop in. It had been fairly quiet for weeks, but the Hell’s Lovers knew they would eventually show up.

  Cain and I had moved into one of Grayson’s apartments. We needed a place for the two of us, even though we spent most of our nights in Cain’s private room. I wanted to try everything, even caning, but he wanted to go slow. I asked him once if that’s why he was named Cain and he had laughed.

  He simply laughed it off but then responded with the simplest of answers. “My name’s Cain for Cain and Abel, my parents were Bible thumping freaks.”

  I laughed and let him know that may have been the case initially, but I preferred to think that it was his fate, since he was so good at what he did.

  I heard the familiar snap of the flogger hit the wall by my face, causing me to tense up. Then, I felt as the soft suede of the leather stroked my skin gently, playing havoc on my senses. He ran it across my breasts and down my tummy. I felt the straps slide up my thighs and I quivered with thrilling arousal.

  I heard the crack of the leather straps before I felt the sting on my skin. I screamed and whimpered, struggling against the restraints. I wasn’t sure what I had gotten into, but my body vibrated from the impact. Being blindfolded only catapulted the sensations and awareness of my arousal, and I could feel the moistness drip down my thighs. The leather straps came down on me again. Each flickering on my skin, feeling almost like a deep sensual massage that electrified every cell of my body.

  He chuckled. “You like that one, huh?”

  His lips pressed to mine and he sucked on my bottom lip. “It’s my favorite too,” he whispered against my mouth.

  I heard him step back and again, the sound of the leather alerting me once again of the impending strike. He knew exactly how to whip my skin, every strike a foreshadowing to the ecstasy that was to follow. My hands gripped the rope and I arched my back as the strands of the whip caressed the tips of my breasts. I whimpered as the precise snap of his wrist struck me there, and I could feel my juices dripping down my leg.

  “You look so fucking good hanging there for me, beautiful. Those perfect curves begging me to touch you, to torture you. Your legs spread wide for me, giving your body to me,” he whispered and bit my shoulder. The images his words planted were so erotic, I thought I’d orgasm right then and there.

  His hot tongue lapped at each of my sensitive nipples and then I felt his warm, calloused fingers run down my sides. His breath fluttered against my chest, trailing down my tummy until I could feel it along my slit. I struggled against the coarseness of the rope as I perched my hips higher, inviting him to touch me.

  He chuckled, fully knowing what he was doing to me. I felt his fingers play against my folds, just massaging them, but never entering them.

  “You’re drenched, baby. Is your Master making you drip like this?”

  I mewled and whimpered. Then I felt the delicious strike of his hand on my clit. “Answer me!”

  I screamed and nodded. “Y-yes! God, yes!”

  I heard him smirk as he glided his thumb on my hardened clit. “That’s right, Sophia. I’m your God.”

  I hissed out as I felt him drag his heated tongue against the entrance of my pussy. He rimmed the edges making me buck up against him. The sensation was heavenly as he probed me with his tongue, consuming me into his mouth. He was fucking me with that delicious muscle, causing my legs to shake against the padded cross.

  “Please. Please, Sir,” I kept on whispering to him. Urging him to suck me faster and give me that release I yearned for.

  He suddenly stopped, and once again the stinging of his hand on my clit nearly sent me over the edge. “Quiet down, Sophia. You cum when I tell you to cum. Understood?”

  He slapped my cunt again and I screamed. “Yes! Yes, Sir!”

  I felt his hands trail down my legs and then he untied me, releasing my ankles. The next thing I knew he yanked the blindfold off and before my eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings he lifted me up. My legs automatically wrapped around his thick waist.

  He looked at me and grinned. “Watch,” he whispered breathlessly as his tattoos rippled against his heaving chest. His power made my arousal sweeter, deeper.

  As his cock slid into me, I looked down, opening my mouth as I took in every veiny ridge of his thickness. The sight was erotic and dirty, yet it made me want him more.

  “You get off on this, don’t you Sophia? Tell me how much you like it. I want to fucking hear you say it!” He growled as he pulled out of me, only to ram himself deep inside of me again and again. His pelvis moved against me, stimulating my clit.

  “Fuck me, Cain! God, I love your cock! I love it…ohhh!”

  He grunted and stepped up closer to me, pressing his pelvis against me. Then he began to lift me up and down on his body, his cock throbbing inside me. Each lift glided my slickness against his cock and his ripped abdomen. His body glistened with sweat and his stomach muscles clenched and tightened as he rubbed me against him. The feeling was indescribable. He was literally coating himself in my juices and as he grunted against me, I strained against the ropes that held me.

  “You’re so completely mine, Sophia. Do you hear me? So completely mine.”

  “Fuck yourself with me. Use me, Cain. Use me,” I was panting and crying out for him to do what he wanted with me.

  “Fuck!” He shouted, and once again stood back and began to pound me onto his length. Each push and pull driving me to the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm.

  “I fucking love you,” he groaned.

  As each squirt of his seed coated my insides, my eyes rolled back and my body tensed as the erotic sensations took over my body. I shook, I clenched, and I milked every last drop he gave me. I wasn’t off the pill, but the idea of him cumming inside me only heightened the experience.

  He held me in his arms for a few minutes before dropping my legs. He gently ran his hands up each arm, undoing the rope he’d intricately tied around my wrists. He took his time, looking eager to unwrap me, as if I were a gift he’d been waiting for, for a long time. He paid attention to my breasts as they were loosened, massaging and kissing them until I was moaning for him again.

  Taking me down, he cradled me in his arms and gently laid me on the bed. Then he crawled up towards me and nudged my legs open. His hardened cock let me know he wasn’t done with me yet. Slowly, he slid into me, taking his sweet time with me. He stared down at me, forcing me to look into his deep blue eyes. He was beautiful and deliciously dirty.

  “I’m going to give you everything you’ll even want, Sophia,” he whispered as he made love to me.

  I smiled up at him and traced his rough jawline. “So am I, Cain Scardino. So am I.”

  He leaned down and kissed me. I felt how much he loved me straight down to my toes, and I made sure he knew how much I needed him in return.

  COMING SOON…

  Thank you for reading Cain’s story. If you want to find out what dangers lurk ahead for the Hell’s Lovers stay tuned for Seth, our club’s controlling Treasurer. Seth is cumming this November 2017.

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  Now for that special sneak peek into Seth’s world…

  And stay tuned after for a first look at A Wicked Treat coming in October!

  SETH

  A HELL’S LOVER MC, #5

  I didn’t expect to cross paths with Ciara Morton.

  Her innocent beauty literally knocked me to my knees.

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nbsp; I’d never met a woman like her and she’s smart to stay away from me.

  I like my sex rough and dirty and I don’t believe in love.

  But she’s slowly seeping into my bones,

  And the more she rejects me, the greedier I get.

  She should stay away, before I lose all sense of control.

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  Seth Scardino is all sinewy muscles and rough attitude.

  He’s the type of man who takes without asking permission.

  From the first moment I saw him, I knew he would be my weakness.

  He controls me in every way possible,

  But I’ll never admit it.

  If I do, he’ll know I’ll let him take me completely,

  And I don’t think I’ll be able to let him go if he does.

  PROLOGUE

  Washington...

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  “I TOLD you not to leave without telling me?” I took a step closer, invading her space and bringing my face level to hers.

  She tried to take a step back, but I cornered her against the kitchen counter. She pressed a hand to my chest and electricity shot through my body. I wanted this woman, and I wanted her badly.

  “I refuse to bring a bodyguard with me every time I need formula for the baby!”

  I stared at her, holding her angry gaze. I felt her little angry puffs of air flutter against my lips, and it took everything in me not to close the space between us. She smelled like spring rain, looked like an angel, and fought me at every turn. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever laid eyes on and I had this strange urge to cover her with my kisses. Scowling, she shoved me backwards and quickly turned her back to me. Her tight, curvy ass, swayed back and forth as she put away groceries.

  In my life, have I ever met a woman so infuriatingly enticing as Ciara Morton. I wanted to bend her over the kitchen counter, sink my cock deep inside her, and spank her for talking back to me-all at the same time. Living with a sexy firecracker was going to send me to the crazy house, fast. Two months without any pussy had my cock desperate for some action, especially when living in close perimeters to the sexiest woman I’d ever met.

  She was young, twenty-one, and fucking beautiful, all plush and soft. She had this long wavy brown hair that smelled like a fucking spring day every time she swept past me. And her eyes were like pools of golden sunlight. I swear, I needed to get the fuck out of this cabin and away from this girl before I lost my cool. As soon as I met her I knew she was going to be trouble. She didn’t like to be confined for too long, then again she didn’t really have to be. I just wanted to keep her close.

  She was Greg Marlowe’s youngest granddaughter. Scarlett and Rahyne had gotten along with her instantly and they quickly offered her the nanny job. It had been a good idea at the time. It was easier for her to go into town without being questioned or looking like a stranger. Her grandfather Greg was a good man, ex-Marine, sharp, and he worked day and night to make sure we were all safe. Which is why it pissed me off that Ciara wouldn’t fucking listen.

  I tugged at my hair and pinched my nose. “It’s not about what you want, Ciara! You’re putting the family at risk! Wolf Chase’s family, or did you forget why we’re here!”

  She stopped what she was doing and stared back at me. “Why don’t you go make your rounds and stop bothering me.”

  My eyes widened in mostly anger. “You’re refusing to obey Wolf’s orders!” I yelled, my voice raising little by little.

  She continued to put groceries away, completely ignoring me. “I don’t live by military command, Seth Scardino. Never have, never will.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  She turned to me then, placing a delicate hand along the dip where her waist met her hip. She looked slightly annoyed, but her eyes were all wide-eyed and innocent. Her poise made those voluptuous tits of hers press up against the thin fabric of her tank top. The zipper on my hoodie was opened just enough for me to get a glimpse of deep plunging cleavage.

  Why the fuck was she wearing my hoodie and why did she look so fucking good in it? God damn, this woman could drive a man to his knees!

  “It means that if you forget the formula, I go out and get it myself.”

  “Goddammit!” I banged my hand on the kitchen table in frustration.

  “What the hell is going on in here?” Scarlett, the Prez’s wife, walked in holding a crying infant and looking seriously pissed off.

  “You woke up the baby!” Sure enough, as if on cue, Ryder Stone began to cry.

  Ciara had the audacity to give me a pointed look before turning to Scarlett. “I’m so very sorry, Scarlett. I’ll put her back to bed for you.”

  She grabbed Ryder from her mother’s embrace, and as she walked away she narrowed her eyes on me. The baby hiccuped and then as if nothing, she turned to coo at the baby.

  The woman was bat shit crazy! Yet as I watched her soft curves flow down the hallway, I couldn’t help but wonder how she’d feel beneath me as I drove myself deep inside of her.

  A WICKED TREAT

  A SWEET HALLOWEEN STORY

  COMING THIS OCTOBER

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  A WICKED TEASER…

  “Yes, Laura.”

  “Daddy’s here!” she whispered excitedly.

  “Okay.” I looked around, but didn’t see any one. “Where is he?”

  “Right here.” The deep rumble of the man’s voice spread unexpected warmth down my body.

  I was still crouched down as I slowly turned towards him. My eyes came across an expensive pair of shiny black shoes, traveling up the length of his charcoal, pin striped pants, which were neatly pressed. I continued to trace the seam of the pants, and my eyes widened in shock and arousal at the outline of his bulge stretched along the side of his thigh. I closed my eyes momentarily, before I continued my journey up this man’s large expanse of a body.

  I tilted my head up and my eyes caught a glimpse of tanned skin through the undone buttons of his crisp white shirt. My breath caught in my throat as I took in his broad shoulders and the hard line of his square jaw. I lingered on his thick lips. They had a deep dip along the top curve of his mouth which sent an urge through me to trace it with my tongue. The angled curve of his nose led me to the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.

  He was staring down at me, with a cocky smirk on his lips and then he winked, snapping me back to reality. I bent my head down, feeling a deep blush heat my cheeks as I slowly stood up, straightening my skirt as I did. When I looked up at him, his eyes were now taking me in, following the same path I had traced on him. His eyes swept up my bare legs, glided up the bilowy blue skirt of my halter dress, traced my waistline until he stopped at my breasts where I could feel the tips of my nipples harden under his scrutiny. The dress was conservative, but it still managed to squeeze my breasts together, enough to produce a little bit of cleavage which I thought I had covered with a white cardigan. Looking down, I realized my sweater had come undone. My breath hitched as his eyes lingered on my bare skin and I could feel the blush of my cheeks travel to the tops of my breasts. He licked his lips and then he took his time as his eyes travelled up my neck, outlined my lips and stopped at my eyes, where he winked at me again.

  “Daddy!” Laura squealed and his eyes left mine, only to glimmer with happiness at the sight of his little girl. She leapt into his arms and he hugged her tightly.

  “Hi, baby!” He laughed, and the sound made my insides flutter. His face changed completely to that of a loving father. He appeared almost child-like as he talked to Laura.

  “Daddy, this is my teacher, Miss Ana.”

  He put Laura down and finally gave me his full attention. “Miss Ana, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  His lips seductively lingered on the word, as he reached his hand out to me. Tentatively, I slipped my hand in his and his long fingers engulfed me in his warmth. What was supposed to be a simple handshake became so much more as his touch sent tingles up my arm. That deep heated touch continued t
o seep into my body and I fought the urge to shudder from the pleasure of his touch.

  “Mr. Reed, the pleasure is all mine.” My voice sounded like a husky whisper, and I quickly tried to hide it by clearing my throat.

  “Anthony.”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “Call my Anthony, or Tony, however you prefer.”

  I felt my blush deepen and I nodded. “Anthony.”

  “Perfect,” he smiled and my stomach fluttered.

  The urge to get down on my knees for this man, this stranger, was overwhelming and surprisingly arousing. I’d never felt like this for anyone, not even the few boys I dated in college. It’s not like I was a virgin, but I also wouldn’t say I was experienced. I had lost my virginity to my ex-boyfriend my first year of college. In senior year, I had sex yet again with another college guy, after my so-called boyfriend cheated on me with his lab partner. But neither one of those boys compared to what this man had me feeling. His eyes were hypnotizing, his touch invoked wickedly dirty desires. He squeezed my hand and then slowly he slipped away from me taking his warmth with him.

  “Daddy, look what I drew for you!”

  He reached down and smiled at her. “Let me see that.”

  He examined the photo and his right eyebrow raised slightly. “Is that a pink car, sweetheart.”

  “Uh-huh. Miss Ana said I could make it any color I wanted.”

  “Really.” He looked at me and I blushed again, quickly looking down at the ground.

  He chuckled and the rumble vibrated down to my pussy, making it gush. I squeezed my thighs together fighting for control.

  “I love it!” He exclaimed, and picked her up as she giggled.

  “Well, Miss Ana…”

  “Just Ana is fine,” I whispered.

  He nodded. “Okay, Ana, Thank you so much for taking care of my little girl.”