Twisted Devil (Vicious Vipers MC Book 4)

by Lynn Burke

  “Will you do it?” I asked quietly, running my fingers along the edge of his white t-shirt he hadn’t tucked into his jeans.

  “Bet your delicious ass I will.” He grabbed me up in his arms and planted a kiss on my lips, and I couldn’t keep from laughing at the sudden turn of emotion.

  “That fucker’s gonna pay, isn’t he?” I said between kisses.

  Adrian pulled back, the devil glinting in his eyes. “We’ll make sure he does.”

  I lifted an eyebrow. “Care to explain?”

  “Club business.” One last smooch, and he hopped up, smacking my ass when I teetered on my knees. “As much as I want that ass, you better cover it. Sully ordered pizza and it’ll be here soon.”

  “Can I have a beer?”

  He snorted while grabbing my jeans off the floor and tossed them to me. “No.”

  I pouted, and he tipped his head to the side, focus on my mouth. “What?” I asked, all innocent and wide-eyed while poking my lip out even farther.

  He adjusted the bulge in his jeans, his gaze narrowing. “You.”

  “Me, what?”

  “Get your damn clothes on, pussy cat. I’m hungry—for food.”

  “And my ass?”

  He licked his lips, slow and sensually, heating me from the inside out in a flash. “Dessert.”

  Well.

  Heart thrumming and butterflies fluttering, I did as told, ready for a taste of the forbidden. After pizza, of course.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Devil

  Never in a fucking million years did I expect I’d be given a chance to help put that fucker behind bars. Sully knew all about that pile of shit part of my life, and we discussed it over our pizza, Ricky even dragging his ass down after I’d smashed my fist on his door until he’d answered.

  He sat broody as hell, nursing a beer after only a single slice while Dasia flitted around the kitchen area, cleaning up and grabbing us some cold beers.

  We ended up hanging out in the club afterward with its handful of pledges and a few other brothers in for their week night drinks and darts. In a corner, I hunkered over my laptop, pulling up too many fucking memories for my liking. While only one newspaper and station reported on the accusations against the priest, I knew I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of helping to end him.

  I’d buried the hurt years ago, put it in the fucking slammer deep inside my soul, refusing to sift through the contents of what had turned me off from the church.

  The news, though, had popped that fucking lock, and it all came back, ugly as fuck. Gut-twisting as fuck.

  Dasia’s hand on my thigh helped keep me grounded while looking at his ugly mug again. The warmth of her pressing against my side kept me focused on the now of the moment rather than the past.

  Within an hour, I listed out those men I expected he’d either paid off or called in favors from in order to keep his ass out of jail the first time around. A few I already had shit on since Vigil made it my job to keep abreast of crooked dealings concerning those in authority in our area.

  The judge who let him off—a friend of Giada’s father. The second, one of our state’s two senators. A handful of lawyers and another group in law enforcement, too. Add in one of the church’s biggest supporters, a Midas-like businessman from Boston, and I couldn’t help but grimly grin over the money I would wring out of their sorry asses.

  “What are you doing?” Dasia asked against my ear, and the club came back to my senses. Too-loud music. The two brothers, Hammer and Crow, still playing darts puffing away on cigs and clouding the room.

  Ricky had left, as had Sully for the guard house.

  I glanced back at my screen, shutting it down for the night, every bit of information I’d glanced over tucked into my head for safe keeping—and later evaluation.

  “Doing what I do best.” I closed my laptop down, looking for a distraction.

  “What?” Dasia asked as my attention went to her face and completely stalled out.

  “You’re the best distraction in the goddamn world,” I told her, serious as fuck. “Not sure if that’s a good thing or not.”

  Her slow smile pinged me like a damn dart right in the heart. “You get so caught up in that damn computer—I’m thinking I’m a good distraction.”

  I groaned and pulled her onto my lap, my favorite place for her. “Yeah.” Smoothing back her hair from her makeup-less face, I grinned. “You are.”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned close, her lips a breath from mine. “Thank you.”

  “For?”

  “Helping me. Caring for me. Just being you.” Her soft lips brushed against mine, twitching my dick. “No one has ever made me feel this way, Adrian.” She pulled back, her fingers still in my hair, her eyes serious.

  “How’s that?” I asked, lacing my fingers behind her back.

  “Like I have worth. Like I’m important beyond something to lust after while I strip.”

  I considered joking about the type of lust I feel when she’s taking her clothes off, but the sincerity of her tone and on her face kept me on the same level.

  “I’d sell my soul to the devil himself to keep you safe.”

  She studied my eyes. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

  “Bet your juicy ass I do.”

  Pink flushed her cheeks and she bit on her lower lip. “About that...”

  “Yeah?” One of my eyebrows shot up.

  “You have any ropes around the club?” She glanced away, the pink turning redder by the second. “I was thinking I wouldn’t mind a little more kink exploration.”

  My dick swelled. “How far are you willing to go, pussy cat?” I murmured, leaning in to nip her lower lip.

  A shiver rippled over her as her pupils expanded. “I-I don’t know, but I’m all for finding out exactly how sick I am.”

  Sick. I snorted.

  “Nothing sick about it, baby. If my pussy cat wants to play, I’ve got all night to make her feel good. Your wish is my fucking command.”

  “In that case, I’ll see you upstairs.” Dasia climbed off me, and I adjusted my dick while watching her saunter toward the stairs.

  She caught more than my attention, and I shot a glare at the prospects who gaped after her ass, darts and beers in hand.

  “Don’t swallow your goddamn tongues!” I yelled at them, deciding to grin rather than threaten them to within an inch of their lives like Ryker or Warden would do.

  Nah. That pussy cat was all mine, and having men salivating after her only swelled my fucking chest with pride. Add in the excitement of putting my past to rest for fucking good, and I felt on top of the world.

  Laptop under one arm, I made my way into the kitchen and the stairs to the small basement area where we kept our stock of guns, ammo, and supplies in the event the zombie apocalypse ever happened. There had to be rope down there.

  Time to tie up my girl for real and see how far she let me take her before tapping out.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Dasia

  My heart pounded as I sat on the bed’s edge, waiting for Adrian. While I hadn’t felt an ounce of fear or been bashed in the head with memories over his tying my wrists to the headboard, I wondered if I might feel differently being completely bound.

  At his mercy.

  That part got my insides thrumming, keeping my panties in a constant state of wetness.

  I wanted to be spread out, tied up, unable to move while he took what he wanted. I’d never given myself willingly, I’d only been taken, but with Adrian, I wanted it.

  My heart longed for it. Submitting fully, I had a feeling, would give me a sense of empowerment. Fulfilling his desire for us...

  A shiver raised goosebumps along my arms, and I kicked off my shoes, so damn ready I couldn’t stand it. He liked bondage, and I was pretty sure I did, too. Match made in heaven? Sick kink, a little broken, but like he’d said, we could be that together.

  I eyed the bags Sully had dropped off ear
lier, and I chewed on the inside of my lip while considering putting on something different than my jeans and t-shirt. He’d prefer me naked, I knew.

  My hands shaking, I stripped bare, tossing my clothes and boots into the corner. I tried to lay all sexy on the bed, fluffing my hair out, propping up on an elbow—and felt like a fool. Spread eagle, awaiting his ropes? I didn’t feel much better in that position, staring at the ceiling, either.

  He wanted my submission, and although I knew he enjoyed my sassiness, perhaps offering him myself fully would be best.

  I sat up and knelt in the middle of the bed, head lowered and hands on my lap. My pulse thrummed and belly danced full of butterflies as my ears strained to make out footfalls in the hallway.

  Steady breathing in and out calmed my racing nerves and centered my mind. Adrian had given me so much, had gone way beyond what anyone ever had for me that I wanted to give him what he wanted.

  I want this. I want him.

  The door creaked slightly, sending a shot of adrenaline through me, but I kept my head down, hair cascading around my body.

  Adrian’s groaned curse brought a smile to my lips. “Goddamn,” he said a bit louder, shutting the door quietly behind him. His boots thunked to the floor, but I kept still, eyes shutting to better focus on his moving around the room.

  Clothing rustled and soft footsteps sounded closer.

  “You’re a fucking vision, Dasia, offering yourself to me like this.” Haggard, his voice hinted at what I did to him.

  Wetness eased from between my thighs, and I pressed them tight together as a deep throb beat in time with my heart.

  The scent of him drifted past my nose, and I breathed him in, the butterflies in my belly taking flight once more.

  “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and to my right.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “If it’s too much—at any time—you tell me, and everything stops, remember?”

  I nodded.

  “Words, Dasia.”

  “I understand.”

  “Good. Lift your hands out in front of you, fingers clasped.”

  My arms trembled, but I did as told. At the first brush of something along the inside of my wrist and upward, I shivered.

  “It’s just the rope.”

  I blew out a breath and nodded again, keeping my eyes closed as he familiarized me with the feel of the rope he planned to bind me with.

  Adrian ran the length up my arm and back down before wrapping it around my wrists, binding them together. He continued loops and tucked up my forearms, tying them tight up to my elbows.

  “Okay, baby?”

  “Mmm.” More than okay...

  He wound another around my chest like a harness, the soft caresses of his fingers along the sides of my girls keeping me grounded. One flick of his thumb over my hardened nipple, and I moaned, my head tipping back.

  “Look how beautiful you are.”

  My eyes opened on command, and my shoulders relaxed, my lips parting on a quick exhale. A light brown rope wrapped and looped up my arms, tight but not uncomfortable in the least, the slight abrasive texture of the rope seeming to make the rest of my body’s skin sensitive. My already big breasts plumped from the wrapped rope above and below.

  “Lay back.”

  I lifted my focus to Adrian’s face—and lost my breath.

  Such longing filled his gaze, those bedroom eyes drinking me in, studying my face as though making sure I was really okay. He’d stripped down to his jeans, popping the button to tease me with that happy trail my tongue had the sudden urge to lick. The tip of his straining dick peeked out, and I did lick my lower lip.

  He chuckled. “Lay back, pussy cat.”

  Letting out a huff, I scooted onto my back and raised my arms, expecting the bit of rope he’d left hanging from my wrists was intended for the headboard.

  As expected, he rounded the bed, and I tipped my head back to watch his face as he tied me tight. God, the curve of his lips drove me insane. I wanted his mouth on me.

  “Adrian...”

  One corner of his lip curled as he glanced down at me. “Patience. We’re not nearly done.”

  Another huff left me, and he grabbed up two more lengths of rope before climbing onto the bed between my legs. He lifted one foot, kissing my toes, before setting it back on the bed, heel against my ass.

  I closed my eyes again, losing myself in the sound of his breath, the slight scratch of the rope as he bound my ankle to my thigh and wound upward toward my knee. Every slight brush of his skin, every murmur of approval over my relaxing beneath his touch set me more at ease even though my body burned for him.

  He tied the other leg and moved to my side. My head seemed light—floating on air. My leg moved easily with his as he pulled it higher, stretching me wide open, knee almost to my chest.

  Tugs on the harness...

  Another murmur of approval...

  He moved around to my other side, and I realized through the buzzing in my brain that he’d tied my leg to the harness. I couldn’t move my leg.

  Panic should have set in as he lifted my other leg, leaving me open and vulnerable to the extreme, but wetness dripped from my body onto the bed. I felt no shame, only desperate need.

  Lips parted, I panted softly, ready for whatever he wished.

  Complete trust.

  Complete surrender.

  I lost touch with reality, the pleasant buzz in my brain shutting off sound, every nerve ending on my skin alive and tingling.

  Waiting.

  His palm slid up over my shin, dipped to my belly, which shivered beneath his light touch. Upward, he stroked around my breasts, his heightened breaths reaching through the rush in my ears.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, grasping both of my nipples in his fingers.

  I moaned, lifting my chest toward him, needing more.

  So much more.

  Warmth and wetness covered my pussy—Adrian’s mouth—and I gasped, the swelling of my climax imminent. One flick over my clit, and I cried out, coming against his tongue, the wet sounds of his lapping and sucking on my labia like an erotic movie in my mind.

  “Goddamn, I could eat you out all fucking night long.” He licked from asshole to clit. “So creamy.” Another lick. “Fuck.”

  He disappeared, but I kept my peace, trembling and coming down from the intense waves that had washed over me, taking me to another dimension where nothing but him existed.

  A drawer sounded—a cap.

  My body tensed at what that meant, but I breathed out, forcing myself to relax. I wanted this first with him.

  A cool, slick finger slid down through my pussy lips. “Your pussy is swollen and red.”

  The roughness of his tone licked across my skin, tightening my nipples into aching buds as his finger pressed into me. “Are you sore, baby?”

  “A-A little,” I whispered the truth even though I would have taken him into my pussy if that’s what he wanted.

  Slick and gentle, he fucked his finger into me twice more before slipping it out and down, coating my asshole with my cum and lube.

  “Relax,” he cooed, one hand soothing my inner thigh. Gentle pressure, and he slid in slightly, making me furrow my brow at the strange sensation of having the tip of his finger in my ass. “Okay?”

  “Mmm.” I nodded, eyes still clenched shut.

  He pushed in farther but retreated before I could squirm. Another rimming, and he slid back in, deeper, filling me until his knuckles rested against my ass.

  Different, but hardly unpleasant.

  Twice, he pulled out and pushed back in, his other hand lowering to my clit. A few flicks on my sensitive nub, and his finger moving in and out of my ass took on a whole different feel, beyond different—it felt fucking good.

  My lips parted as my body heated, and I found myself pushing toward his hand.

  “Like that, baby?” he whispered, and I murmured my approval again.

  He pressed a s
econd finger in, taking his time to work in deep, the slight scissoring of his fingers creating a delicious burn that caused my pussy to pulse.

  My legs began to shake, and I tugged against my arm restraints, desperate to touch him. Grab his hair and pull him against me.

  “Please … Adrian, please.”

  “Hmm?” He added a third finger, and my eyelids shot open at the sting. He held my stare, lust darkening his eyes and swelling another climax to life deep inside me with every deep stroke of his fingers.

  I lost myself in his eyes, as though our souls connected, bound tightly to one another—I needed more.

  Whimpers escaped me, my hands grasping at air, my legs trembling in their restraints.

  “I got you, baby,” he murmured, pulling his fingers from me, leaving me empty enough a dry sob wracked through me. “Got you.” He wiped his hand on a rag and stretched over me, one hand on his swollen, glistening dick, working his length, the other planted on the bed beside my knee.

  He pressed the head of his cock against my stinging hole. “Let me in...” A gentle nudge slipped him past the ring of muscle he’d loosened, but fuck...

  Too big.

  Too much.

  I panted, whimpers escaping with every exhale as he pushed in another inch. “Oh God.” I grit my teeth, my eyelids slamming shut once more. Sting. Fullness. Fuck, he was too damn big.

  He planted his other hand beside me, took my mouth in a gentle kiss, his tongue sweeping along my lips, tasting. Teasing. I let him in, moaning at the sweetness of his breath, the softness of his mouth. Lush. Damn delicious. Nibbles and licks took my mind off the massive cock head shoved a few inches up my ass, and the sting faded as he feasted on my mouth.

  A flex of his hips pushed him deeper, and I moaned at the havoc coming to life inside me.

  My pussy ached and dripped as he backed off and slid back in. Deeper. Another withdraw and another gentle thrust slid him in so damn far I lost my breath.

  He groaned against my mouth, his kiss turning hungrier. Heady and almost frantic—but he kept from fucking into me like an animal.

  “Dasia...” His body trembled above me, and he sat up, tearing his mouth from mine. “Look at me.”