Twisted Devil (Vicious Vipers MC Book 4)

by Lynn Burke

  Selfies galore—some lower in her timeline included me.

  “Oh.” He paused, tipping his head to the side to take in one of Stacey and me at the ocean in our bikinis. “Goddamn.”

  I fake-slapped his arm. “Seriously?”

  He laughed and scrolled back toward the top. “Nothing recent,” he murmured. “Last post was two days ago.”

  My heartbeat stuttered, and I leaned forward as though getting closer would help me see something that wasn’t there, my throat tightening. “She never goes a day without posting at least once.”

  Vigil cursed quietly, and I lifted my head to find him behind his desk when I hadn’t even realized he’d come into his office.

  He peered at Adrian, his brow slightly furrowed, his pale blue eyes cold enough to send a shiver over me. “See if she’s missing, Devil.”

  Oh God. I gulped, my eyes burning. Pulling my feet up onto the chair and wrapping my arms around my knees, I turned my focus back on Adrian’s laptop.

  The first headline to pop up caught my breath and sent tears rolling down my cheeks.

  Stacey had been reported missing two days earlier.

  Another site brought up a video clip of her parents in front of microphones, begging people to call if they knew anything, stating how much of a sweet girl she was, for whoever had taken her to please let her go.

  I bit the inside of my lip, but a sob escaped.

  “Come here, baby.” Adrian pulled me into my arms, his lips on my forehead, and I burrowed against him, clinging to his shirt.

  The video clip continued to play.

  Stacey had last been seen walking home from school, but none of the local businesses had caught anything on their security cameras. The police had canvassed the neighborhood, but no one’s video door bells showed any evidence of a kidnapping, either.

  It’s like she’d just disappeared into thin air.

  Adrian read through another news article that wondered if she’d run off, but I knew my friend. She had a great home life, got along great with both parents—there would be no reason she would just take off.

  No. I knew the truth, and exhaustion kept me like a limp noodle in Adrian’s arms as guilt ate at my mind. My only friend—I should have known they’d go to her while looking for me. I should have freaking figured that out and warned her.

  Chapter Twenty

  Devil

  I wanted to carry Dasia upstairs, but she insisted on walking. Her shoulders slumped, she moved into the small room we would call home for as long as it took the FBI to get their shit together.

  She slumped onto the queen-sized bed’s edge and laid back while I set my laptop onto the used chest of drawers by the door. At least the rooms above the club had been outfitted with small three-quarter bathrooms. Fucking tiny, but they got the job done.

  If we wanted food, though, we’d have to head downstairs.

  I’d sent Sully off to get all of Dasia’s things from Ryker’s, but didn’t expect him back for at least an hour, so we had some time to chill and process what we’d learned.

  I knelt at Dasia’s feet and pulled her boots off, expecting she experienced guilt over not thinking to warn her friend. Her stooped shoulders had said it all. “Scoot up there and rest,” I said, standing to peer down at her.

  She looked up at me, her blue eyes full of pain, auburn eyelashes still wet from the tears she’d soaked my shirt with. “I don’t want to rest, Adrian.” A shaking hand lifted toward me, and my dick twitched at the invitation. “Make it all go away for a while,” she whispered. “Please.”

  Well, fuck.

  I studied her as energetic silence grew between us. How much did she want? How far did she need me to take her in order for her mind to find release?

  “Do you trust me?” I asked, my voice rasped at the thought of what I hoped for.

  “Yes,” she replied without hesitation, still holding out her hand toward me.

  I wanted to dive right the fuck in, but something else needed to be said, understood, before I took things any further.

  “The thing about being a submissive most people don’t understand, is that they control what does and doesn’t happen.” I peered into her eyes, her slightly furrowed brow letting me know she followed. Her hand dropped to her lap. “You say no, everything stops. Do you trust me to listen to your words—your body’s responses, even, if you don’t tell me you’re not comfortable?”

  “So … you’re not really in control.”

  I smirked. “You have all the power here, Dasia. Understand?”

  She nodded.

  I unbuckled my belt and slid it slowly from its loops.

  “Still trust me?” I asked, holding it up.

  “You won’t hurt me.”

  “Never.”

  Dasia nodded, heat growing in her steady gaze even though the pain lingered beyond. “Then give me what I need.”

  “Take off your clothes, pussy cat,” I murmured, my dick fucking swollen and leaking at the green light. “Bare your body to me so I can set your mind free.”

  And claim your soul.

  Keeping that bit to myself, I stood and watched, my entire body tensing as she sat and pulled her shirt off overhead. A flick to the back of her bra spilled her tits free, and she tossed both items to the floor. A wiggle while shimmying down her jeans and panties set those girls swaying, and my mouth watered for a taste—maybe even a few harder nibbles to push her limits on the no pain thing.

  Once naked, she laid back, reaching for me again.

  “Hands overhead. Grasp the headboard.” My dick led the way as I rounded the bed. “I’m going to bind your wrists, okay?”

  She nodded, her focus set on my face, no trace of fear in her eyes. “I trust you,” she murmured, starting a rush of adrenaline I hadn’t ever felt before.

  Every brush of my fingers against her wrists and hands seemed to settle Dasia, and until I tied her tight with the leather belt, her lips parted, the pulse in her neck slightly elevated.

  “Okay?” I asked again, thrilled to find zero trace of anxiety lining her face.

  “Yes.” Her smile wobbled, but I trusted her word—and her blown out pupils.

  “I’d love to blindfold you, but I won’t. This time.” I kicked off my boots. “I want you to see who’s bound you. Who’s touching you. I want you to stay with me, Dasia.”

  She rubbed her lips together and nodded, her focus dropping to my dick as I shoved my jeans off. “I will. Promise.” Her soft whisper of submission welled pre-cum to my tip.

  I grasped my base and slid upward, rubbing my palm over the beaded moisture and slid back down. “Pull your knees up and plant those cute feet on the bed by your ass … yeah, like that.”

  She spread her thighs wide, the bare pink petals of her pussy opening for me.

  My mouth watered as I crawled between her legs, sliding my hands beneath her ass. Her puckered hole contracted as I slid my thumb over it with a gentle stroke.

  Some day.

  I leaned in and licked with the flat of my tongue from ass to clit, and she lifted her hips with me as I flicked over her sleepy bud. So fucking sweet and tangy. Another lick earned me a sigh and a coating of arousal over my tongue.

  “I could eat this pussy for hours,” I said with a groan before diving in for more, every swirl and dip of my tongue over her leaking hole filling my ears with moans and eventually whimpers.

  “Do you like my mouth on you, pussy cat?”

  “Mmm.”

  I nipped her swelling labia. “Words.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “I like it when you eat me out.”

  Fuck.

  My dick oozed, smearing on the bedspread beneath my grinding hips. I dipped lower to rim her ass with my tongue, and she didn’t shy away.

  “Adrian...”

  I rubbed my thumb over her hole, gently pressing but not breaching. “Yes, pussy cat?”

  “I need you.” She peered down over her heaving c
hest, her pulse throbbing in her neck, a sheen of sweat on her flushed cheeks, the tug she put on my belt shooting an ache through my damn balls. “Please.”

  My dick sure as fuck needed her.

  “Soon, baby.” I latched my lips around her clit and slid two fingers deep inside her dripping core.

  “Oh.” She bit her lip, head tossed back and eyelids closing as she arched, yanking on her restraints. “Oh.”

  Slow and gentle, I fucked her with my fingers, teasing her hard nub with the tip of my tongue until she panted, tears leaking down her cheeks.

  I backed off to yank open the bed stand drawer, grabbing one of the dozens of condom packets shoved in there for club use.

  “Don’t need it,” Dasia said, breathless, her hair and eyes wild as I sat back on my haunches “I’ve got an IUD—”

  I planked and shoved in with one thrust, knowing I didn’t carry any shit to dirty my girl.

  “Ah!” Dasia arched beneath me, the fucking clamp of her pussy milking me with her instantaneous orgasm damn near busting my nuts.

  I took her mouth, swallowing her cries, thrusting hard and fast, banging the headboard—probably fucking denting the wall, but I didn’t give a fuck. I couldn’t get close enough. Deep enough.

  She squirmed and gasped beneath me, coming down from her climax. “More.”

  Fuck.

  I pulled out abruptly and grabbed hold of her hips, flipping her onto her knees. “Ass up,” I growled.

  She stretched out, arching her back like a cat in heat, and I pressed back in until my drawn up balls rested against the sticky mess of her cum oozing around my shaft.

  Goddamn heaven wrapped up in one red-headed, blue-eyed beauty of a girl who gave herself willingly...

  “Dasia,” her name left my lips like a goddamn prayer—fucking supplication on my soul, and I bit down on my lower lip while savoring every slow flex of my ass, burying me—dragging me back out—that sweet pussy sucking me back in.

  Pure, fucking torture. Slick and hot. Tight as fuck.

  Dasia clutched at the headboard around my cinched belt, her head to the side and eyes closed. She panted through parted lips I wanted to bite and lick. Running my hands up her arched spine, I followed along with my torso, pressing my chest against her back until she flattened onto the mattress beneath me.

  “Keep your legs together,” I whispered haggardly in her ear. “Make that pussy extra tight. Fuck.” I ground in, my pelvis pressing tight against her plump ass. “So perfect—so good.”

  I grasped her chin and turned her face enough I could take her lips, my other hand snaking beneath her belly. Her sweet breath stole mine, capturing me up in her perfection. Losing myself in her, I gave over to the emotion rising in my chest, allowed it to have its way. That fucking rush … that high of emotion nearly drowned me.

  Sliding my fingers alongside her clit, I rubbed them back and forth, every nudge of my hips grinding her pussy against my hand.

  “Need you to come around me,” I groaned against her mouth. “Take me over, baby. Please.”

  Her breath caught, and she stiffened, another sweet cry filling my mouth as wetness rushed from her to coat my dick and hand.

  Her name groaned from deep inside my chest as my climax slammed into me, every spurt through my dick stealing another piece of my heart and giving it to her to hold. For however long she would have me—I hoped for fucking forever.

  Emptied, I kept my weight on my elbows, my lips gentle on hers. Along her jaw, down her neck.

  She shuddered beneath me and let out a heavy sigh, a soft smile curving her lips.

  Mission accomplished.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Dasia

  Every muscle in my body turned to liquid, and I sank into the bed, Adrian’s warmth against my back, his mouth trailing over my face and neck with gentle brushes of soft lips.

  I drank in the affection, the feeling of being important—needed—by someone for the first time in my life. While my first climax had come from one hell of a deep thrust, a harsh fucking, the second welled up inside because of his gentleness, his slow glides and grinds that had taken me higher even than the first.

  He’d made love to me. There was no other word for it.

  And I fucking loved it. Couldn’t wait to do it again. And again.

  Sighing, I smiled wider, not giving a single shit over the fact our cum dripped onto the bed beneath us. His cock still buried deep inside me, but began to soften with every heartbeat.

  “Stay here,” Adrian whispered against my ear before backing off me.

  A rush of wetness slipped from me as he slid himself free, and my smile faded over the emptiness, the coolness of the air over my sweat-dampened back. Shivers slid down my spine.

  He unhooked the belt from around my wrists, and I fully melted with another sigh.

  Water ran in the bathroom, and the bed dipped a minute later, just the nearness of him staving off the sudden loneliness.

  “Roll over, baby.”

  Groaning, I forced myself to do as told, and he spread my thighs, gently wiping our cum from me.

  “So pretty and pink,” he murmured with the last swipe before leaning down to place a kiss on the top of my bare pubis.

  He tossed the rag aside, pulled back the comforter, rolled me onto the sheets while I let out a soft giggle, then climbed in alongside me and pulled the blankets clear over our heads, shutting out the light from the room’s single window.

  Warm, strong arms tugged me to my side, pressing me chest to chest and nose to nose with him.

  My smile returned as he let out a heavy exhale, the sweetness of licorice still hinted in his breath.

  “Never letting you go, pussy cat.”

  “Good.” I snuggled against him, the heat of his body almost too much in our dark cocoon, but the comfort of his arms, the protection I felt—perfection.

  “Sleep.” He swiped his lips over mine in a kiss so tender, so loving, my eyes stung.

  I gladly gave into that command, every inch of me wrapped up in Adrian, the devil Viper.

  I woke sometime later to his hand between my thighs, his mouth closing over one of my nipples, and the comforter kicked to the bottom of the bed. My body came alive at the heat closing over me and the feathered touch of his fingertips.

  “Damn,” I moaned, grabbing hold of the hair on top of his head, holding tight. Arousal swelled inside me, quickly slickening me for his wandering fingers. I lifted my hips toward him, my mouth quickly drying as he slid a single digit deep inside me, twisting to rub in a spot that curled my toes. “More,” I whispered and wet my lower lip.

  He rolled and slid deep inside me with one slow flex of his sexy ass beneath my heels, stilling once buried where he damn well belonged. Amber eyes, still half-closed from sleep peered down at me as he gathered me in his arms.

  “Enjoy your nap?” he asked, his tone raspy and sexy as hell while dragging his length out of me again.

  “Mmm.” I pulled him forward with my legs, gasped as he slid back in, hitting my cervix. “This is better, though.”

  He chuckled and nipped my chin, and I closed my eyes, giving myself over completely, whole-heartedly to his loving.

  “Can we do this forever?” I asked on a sigh, gone on Adrian—the warmth of his skin, the hard muscle pressing against my front, and the softness of his lips.

  “We have all the time in the world,” he murmured against my neck.

  “How long, really?”

  Without losing rhythm of his slow fucking in and out of me, he lifted enough to peer into my eyes again. “It’ll take them a few days to get a case together and get the warrants they want.”

  “Days.” I smiled and grasped his hair, pulling him back down toward me and my mouth that needed another taste of him “Sounds good to me.”

  ****

  An insistent beeping pulled my eyelids up, and I noted the lack of light outside the window. Turning, I found Adrian gone, his cell beeping from the bed stand.


  I lifted up onto an elbow, gaze flicking toward the open bathroom door.

  No Adrian.

  Blowing out a breath, I sank back again, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He’d probably gone downstairs for food. God knew I could use something to refill the energy we’d used up staying in bed all day.

  A steady throb between my thighs let me know we’d gone at it probably one too many times, but just the memory of having him inside me made me want him again, damn my soreness.

  Sighing, I pulled myself from bed, tugged on my t-shirt, and stumbling bow-legged, made my way into the bathroom.

  I came out five minutes later, teeth and hair brushed, to find Adrian sitting on the bed’s edge, cell in hand, his brow furrowed while reading.

  The news clips from earlier slammed back into my mind, damn near stealing my breath. “Any news on Stacey?”

  “Nothing.” He clipped the word short, but more like something bothered him than mere anger over the fact.

  “Everything alright?” I asked, climbing into the bed behind him, settling on my knees close to his side.

  “Gram left me a message—said some lawyer is looking for me.”

  “She say what for?” I asked, peering over his shoulder at his cell.

  He’d pulled up a lawyer’s website.

  “They’re going after him.”

  I studied his profile—the furrowed brow, the muscled jaw flexing as he swiped over the screen—baffled to why a lawyer would call his Gram. I hadn’t met her. How would a lawyer have found him if they’d sent everything anonymously through to the FBI. “Ivan, you mean?”

  “No. The priest.”

  Priest … oh shit. Everything clicked into place in my brain.

  “The priest?” I asked, watching him closely.

  “Yeah.”

  I waited, deciding to not interrupt his thoughts on what he’d learned.

  “Someone came forward to press charges,” he finally said, swiping his phone’s screen off, “and this lawyer wants to put the fucker away once and for all. Wants me to testify.”

  He turned toward me, and the vulnerability written across his face tugged on every single one of my heart’s strings.