by Addy Archer
I pull on one ass cheek to open him up and Stone quickly pulls on the other. I mutter a thanks before I shove the ginger covered stick up Tito’s ass. His muted howls are a delight as both Stone and Erko release him.
Stone pulls his boot back and kicks Tito hard in the gut. “Serves you right, scumbag,” he growls and kicks out again before he snaps at Erko, “Put that asshole back in the chair.”
We have him back in the chair the moment Jace strolls back inside. Perfect timing. He hands me the equipment and I quickly slice away Tito’s pants, shoes, and socks.
In one move I rip the duct tape from his mouth. “Got anything to say before I start the process to take the skin from your feet?”
“You will die slowly and painfully. My brother will make sure,” Tito spits out his words in rough pants.
“So this whole auction shit is just you and your brother then? No mafia connections? Gangster activities or other buddies you’re serving?”
Tito only glares while Erko hands me a new piece of tape.
“Okay, thanks for the info. Oh, and the whole dying slow and painful? Right back at ya, fucker,” I snap and silence him with tape.
Erko tapes Tito’s legs together and to the chair when I have his feet in the bucket. This way he can’t kick the bucket or so much as twitch his knees. My brothers watch as I add the liquid nitrogen. All of them unaffected like me; they have seen me do this loads of times.
And if you think it’s not painful...imagine watching someone peel the skin off your feet right under your fucking nose. Yeah, we’re going to have a few hours of fun before this man meets his maker.
C H A P T E R F O U R
– CORAL –
“Jace is going to spank my ass,” Daniela mutters as we head for a building behind the clubhouse.
I grab her shoulder. “You should go back to Ry. I only have to go inside that building, right? There’s no need for you to get Jace angry at you. I’ll just say I wandered off.”
“Are you kidding me?” Daniela shoots me a grin. “Getting my ass spanked always leads to multiple orgasms.”
“I did mention the whole oversharing part a few times when we were talking earlier, right?” I mutter and glance around me to see if we’re at risk of getting caught.
Who am I kidding, we will get caught but my nerves are shot and I need to see with my own eyes if Dreamer is okay. Most of the other bikers have returned except for a handful and Daniela was so kind to explain what goes on behind the clubhouse.
“You’ll get used to it. Ry still blushes when I overshare, but ever since she’s screwing her brains out with Stone she’s been doing better with listening to me when I explain—”
I hold up my hand to stop her ramblings. “I’m still not there yet.”
A fat smirk greets me. “You will be. Believe me, as Dreamer’s old lady you have to be.”
“What does that mean?” I question, jealousy is starting to rearing its ugly head.
I know there’s no reason and clearly the man has had a sexual history before he saved me, but actually hearing and thinking about it feels as if someone is poking my chest with a knife.
“It’s nothing,” she says a little too quickly for my liking.
“Okay, you better spill and fast or I’ll think the worst and you know it.”
I swear she mutters something that sounds like, “Think the worst and you’ll be close enough.”
She clears her throat and says, “Look, when Ry and I came into their lives there were a lot of bunnies who liked to go cock hopping. But one of those bitches was a nasty one who caused some serious trouble and ever since it’s been quiet with women looking for a good time. But it’s no secret Dreamer and Ram liked to get busy with—”
“He’s gay?” I gasp.
“No, no, no. Two dudes, one chick. Not gay, just sharing.” Daniela winces. “Sorry, in my ears that just sounds worse. Dammit, me and my big mouth. Shit. Do you want to go back to the clubhouse?”
I blink a few times and am still not able to process the fact Dreamer likes to share women. Is this what he has in mind with me?
“Hey, you have to talk to him about it, okay? What I’ve seen is merely two guys enjoying themselves for a few minutes and that’s it. The way he looks at you and claimed you is different. It’s like Ry and Stone, once he saw her being attacked in an alley? He killed that man and protected her so fiercely, he didn’t even let me go near her. Me. Her one and only friend. That’s how protective these guys are. And it was the same for my Jace. He stepped up for me without even knowing who I was. Then there’s you and Dreamer. I don’t have to tell you how he only saw you and what you needed. Come on, don’t get stuck in someone’s past. Even if it has potential to impact the future, you can’t just hear something from someone else’s mouth and assume. You have to see with your own eyes, talk things through, and then go with your gut instinct.”
“You’re right,” I murmur.
How can I judge a man for things someone else said and what happened before he wanted me to stay with him?
“I have to talk to him.”
“Yes, you do,” Daniela beams. “And I need to get spanked. It’s been too long, life is really starting to get a bit dull without a nice spanking every now and then, you know?”
“Daniela,” I gasp. “TMI.”
She grins and I can’t help but chuckle as I follow her into a building and down some stairs.
There are muted voices and when we get closer I recognize Dreamer’s voice. He’s growling words at someone in anger.
Daniela grabs my arm. “I’m going to stay out here because I don’t want any images branded on my brain and you should just knock on the door and ask for your old man to come out. Dreamer is the enforcer of this MC. And with his hands on the man who hurt you he’s bound to be ripping this man to shreds. Understand what I’m saying here?”
I swallow hard and realize, “That the man who wants me is a potential killer who likes to share a woman with his buddy? A man who didn’t mind holding me when I was covered in weeks of filth, and took care of me? One who also went out to catch the one who hurt, degraded, assaulted, and humiliated me? Not to mention, he said he’d also try to save my friend, Winter. A woman I met during my captivity and who went through the same things and is about to be auctioned off?”
I take a shuddering breath. “I had nothing and this man gave me a chance without thinking twice. I might not know him, and have no clue where I’m going from this day forward, but I know seeing for myself and going from there is facing reality. It’s why I kept trying to escape while the other women were too scared. And I’m not judging them, you have to follow your own instincts, and I’m just the type of person who doesn’t go down easy.”
“Well.” Daniela rubs my upper arm. “You keep reciting that last line if you’re going in there. Deep breaths, and remember, Dreamer is a good guy and I’ve heard many brothers mention today how they’ve never seen him act so tender with anyone, except you. And you standing here, strong-willed, all while you just went through so much from what you’ve told me? That shows me you’re the fierce woman who Dreamer would kill for to have by his side. Pun intended since he’s in there killing for you and all.”
I wince and can only nod, mentally preparing for what I’m about to see when I step inside the room. I grab the handle and take another deep breath before I open the door in one swing, mentally preparing myself for a bloodbath from the worst movie I’ve ever seen to prevent myself from freaking out.
One step inside and it’s as if everything in front of me flows in slow-motion. It’s a small room and I see every inch without moving my head. Within my vision I see Erko, Jace, and Stone all leaning against one wall. There’s a table with different kinds of tools against another wall and in the middle of the room is a man strapped onto a chair while Dreamer is in front of him, covered in blood.
“Every last dragging second you’ll suffer in pain. Even when you end up in hell you’ll remember this moment, a
sshole. Me. Standing before you as I carve into your body to give your fucked-up soul an everlasting reminder how you touched a woman who never deserved the shit you did.” The anger in Dreamer’s voice and the deadly look on his face hit me hard.
I should be scared. I should turn on my heels and run far, far away. But seeing him tear apart someone who tormented me, who I know has tormented many women before me, and who I’ve been told has murdered those who fought him, gives me a sense of being protected.
Tito notices me through his haze of pain and he coughs up blood while wheezing out the words, “She will never be yours either.” He tries to laugh but stops when he needs his next breath to stay alive a little while longer.
He doesn’t deserve to live. This man dedicated his life to tormenting women and preparing them to be sold as sex slaves, killing those who didn’t fit his standards. And he dares to taunt Dreamer? Insanity hits me and from the table next to me I grab the first item I see; a screwdriver. Without thinking I launch myself at Tito and drive the screwdriver into his chest.
“Die, you motherfucking prick. Die,” I seethe and rip out the screwdriver and stab him over and over until I’m being pulled away by strong hands.
“Get her out of here, Dreamer. Me and Erko will clean up. Jace, handle your old lady, dammit. Mine wouldn’t do it so I’m sure it’s yours who brought her here. And if it is mine? You handle this shit because one old lady will have a red ass, that’s for fucking sure.”
Stone looks angry and so does Jace. Erko is smiling but I guess he doesn’t have a woman to worry about since I’m also seeing concern in both Jace and Stone’s eyes.
“I made Daniela bring me here,” I tell Jace. “Please, she didn’t do anything wrong. I only wanted to check on Dreamer to make sure he was okay.”
Stone groans. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Make sure he was okay? That fucker has mentally passed the point of okay and is as stable as the concrete holding up this roof. You coming here? And let’s face it, you damn well knew what we were doing here, is not o-fucking-kay.”
“Prez,” Dreamer growls low in his throat as a warning.
“I’m sorry.” I lock eyes with Stone. “But actually I’m not. I don’t want you guys risking everything for me. And I needed to know if Dreamer was okay and that might have been stupid but look at it this way, my fingerprints are on the screwdriver now. I killed him. Me. Not Dreamer, I fully take the blame.”
I glance at Tito and notice the way his body has been mangled. And holy shit. “What the hell happened to his feet? Where are they? Oh, yikes. Never mind. I get it now, am I okay to leave?”
Bile rises in my throat and I rip my gaze away, letting it land on my hands that are covered with blood.
“Oh, damn.” My breathing picks up and I remember the last time my hands were covered in blood.
It was a few weeks ago, before I tried to escape. A woman who was held captive like me was killed before our eyes by a man who called himself Nario. He did it to give an example of what would happen if we didn’t obey.
He made fear race through our veins so we didn’t try anything stupid, and followed orders because she didn’t and it’s what got her killed. Fucking asshole. Anger replaces the queasiness before I’m being lifted off the ground.
“Put me down,” I snap. “I need to make sure that asshole is dead.”
Stone snickers. “Maybe I misjudged. Sounds like she can handle this shit. You got yourself a good woman, Dreamer. But get her out of here, she’s been through enough stressful shit. We got this, Coral. The fucker is dead, you made sure.”
Dreamer shifts me in his arms and carries me out of the room. Even if he’s covered in blood, all I want to do is feel him close and stay in the warm and comforting embrace of this man. Before I know it, he’s stalking into the clubhouse and heading for our room.
Once inside he locks the door and heads for the bathroom where he puts me down. “You should have texted or called me,” he grumbles, grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it over his head.
“I did, you didn’t answer. I was worried.” I start to wring my hands.
From the corner of my eye I see him pull out his phone and curses flow through the air before he shoves it back in his jeans. He steps closer and tips my head back with his finger underneath my chin. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, my mistake. I missed your calls and texts. I should have checked up on you like I wanted to but half my attention was with making this fucker pay for what he did to you.”
“Okay.” I manage to shove out that one annoying word again because there’s nothing more entering my thoughts when I let myself drift off into his captivating green eyes.
“Okay, huh?” Dreamer chuckles. “I think we’ve heard that word enough to last us a lifetime. Come on, let’s get rid of our clothes and have a shower.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer and instead steps back and sheds his boots, socks, jeans, no underwear. He wasn’t wearing any underwear? Never mind, he’s naked. Wow. Shocked doesn’t cover my state when I get an eyeful of his dick. I don’t think anyone can take that monstrosity inside them, not to mention up the ass.
Daniela’s words come back and it makes me question, “How are you able to take a girl with another man when you put that inside her? There isn’t any room for anything else when that monstrosity takes up all the space a woman has to give.”
A bark of his laughter makes our gaze collide.
He instantly turns serious. “Ignore it for now. You’re not getting my cock. Not until days have passed and you’re not in a spur of the moment state of mind from all the shit you went through. And who the hell opened his mouth about my fucking-history?”
I bite my bottom lip and debate on answering. Maybe I don’t need to answer. But the way he keeps staring at me makes me rattle, “What does it matter? It’s in the past, right? I for sure don’t have any ambitions to . . . whatever, two men, same time. But seeing that.” I wave my hand at dick level. “I couldn’t help but wonder how you did it in the past. It is in the past, right? Or is this thing between us—”
I try to search for words but he instantly says, “This is just you and me, I won’t be sharing ever again. You’re mine.”
“Okay,” I quickly agree.
“There’s that word again,” he murmurs and places a soft kiss on my lips.
It’s over way too soon as he turns on the shower and helps me out of my clothes. I can’t believe this is the second shower I have with this man and yet again it’s nothing sexual. This time he’s naked too. So, I guess that’s progress.
Though, he did mention we won’t have sex any time soon. Besides the whole no sharing. Me and him. Overwhelming is one word and in this moment I’m thankful to have this man come into my life at a point where I need someone like him.
I know he’s right to put the brakes on sex but the whole needing him is spiking even more when he’s naked and close, all wrapped in steam and warm water we’re both surrounded with. I let my fingertips trail over his chest, down over his six pack but Dreamer snatches my wrist and places a kiss on my hand.
“No, sweetheart,” he murmurs, shuts off the water, and steps out of my reach.
Dammit, this shower was over before it started and was only ever meant for the necessity of cleaning up. And why am I annoyed? I shouldn’t be. And another thing that shouldn’t be is my body being in a state of arousal. Not with everything I went through. Ugh. That’s the whole point he’s making with the no sex rule he put in place, and still my annoyance doesn’t fade.
Great. And having him wrapping me in a fluffy blanket and rubbing me?
“Just stop,” I grumble and shove his chest.
All he does is laugh and turns to walk out of the bathroom. Butt. Naked. Butt freaking naked as if to taunt me some more. I don’t think twice—remove my towel—and flick his ass with the tip. He jumps and spins around. His eyes narrow as they grow dark. My breathing picks up when he slowly stalks my way, as a predator calculating its every move right before he jumps
its prey.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful. Strong and fucking rare like tungsten. Yet you bloom and dance like a deer within the first breath of spring. You make my fucking heart lurch as I try to reach for you to stay with me. All while I’m going insane with the thought to find you gone when you realize you should run far away from me and this fucked-up town. Many rules should keep my hands tied instead of letting them roam your body. Yet I need to keep you safe from my burning hunger because you don’t deserve to be devoured by me while you’re catching your breath. But I see your struggle, the both of us can’t ignore our connection. You know we should pace ourselves because we do fucking own this world and therefore have the time to go slow, but you won’t let us. You already made up your mind, didn’t you?”
He’s towering over me, his naked body pressing against mine.
“If I would run, I would collide with your chest because there isn’t anywhere I’d rather be than in your arms.”
“Fuck,” Dreamer growls before he steals my breath by crashing our mouths together.
He cups the back of my head, his other hand gripping my ass. Every inch of my body is heightened by being plastered against his hot, muscled body. His hard length caged between us while he devours my mouth. I freely roam my hands over his back to his ass. This man has some serious tight buns.
Kissing has never been this intense. It’s as if electricity is lighting up my veins, racing toward a massive upcoming release. A release only this man is capable of giving me. Magical. As if my body recognizes his to offer a solid promise of mind blowing sex.
And let me tell you, when you’ve had a handful of mediocre, missionary sex, and have only read about how amazing it could be? And yes, I’m talking about a man giving you an orgasm during sex and not just jump around to get himself off. You’d be trying to climb this muscled mountain of a man too.
He easily lifts me with one hand, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed. He guides my body down and hovers over me.
