“I can’t, babe.” I pulled away, planting kisses down her neck, feather like, trying to buy time to quell the raging boner inside of my jeans. I sent small bites to her skin so she would know that I wanted her, but I can't do this right now, right here. It's not meant to be this way. She begged me to touch her.
“Please, Luca, please.” The pain, longing and desire in her voice hit me hard. Like meeting a Mac truck at one hundred.
“Fuck, I can’t, baby.” I just couldn’t do it, not here, not like this. Pulling my head from her neck, her eyes were shut. I could see her cheeks flushed with arousal; her face was etched with disappointment. I placed that disappointment on her pretty features.
“Babe, look at me.” I gripped her head. I could feel her body tighten with anger as her thighs clenched around me. I knew she would be dripping wet and I wanted nothing more than to sink into her, regretting what my mind was begging my body to do.
“Senna look at me,” I begged her. I needed her to look at me, to watch me as I did what any sane man would never do. Touch the fire of hell and beg the devil to live. Her eyes fluttered open just as I lowered my hands to her jeans pressing my forefinger and thumb to the metal zipper and pulling it down too easily. Playing Russian roulette shouldn't be this easy and arousing.
Finding her heat, pushing her lace panties to the side, I sunk a finger inside her hot, wet pussy and an instant calm washed over me. Home, she fucking felt like home. So tight, so wet, so needy. She clenched around my finger. I felt her so close she was gonna burst, and I wanted to see it on her face when she did. Staring into her stunning green eyes that were painted with lust and desire, I just about blew my load.
Her body started to rock and roll into me, onto my finger as I slipped a second one deep inside her. My body started to roll and move with her meeting her movements, riding this ride with her. My cock throbbing hard against the metal of my zipper. Her back arched as she moaned out into the black sky nothing but the wind, the stars and the moon around us.
“That's it, baby, feel it, feel me. Let go.” I kissed down her neck. Her body shook around me, as I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them as I hit the spot I had been seeking.
“Fuck me,” she moaned loudly around us, her breath hot on my skin.
“Not going to happen here like this, baby girl. This is allyou are getting from me and that's a step past what is rational. Senna, this is sending me on a one-way ticket to hell,” I pushed out through gritted teeth, trying to believe my own words.
“Well I hope hell has you, baby, because I’m coming.” My free hand dug into her hips as I rocked up into her pushing my fingers deeper, pulling them out and pushing them in scooping her wetness out with each thrust of my wrist. I could feel her close, she was so close I was matching her movements as she rode my fingers, slipping a third one in as she clenched then opened up.
“Good girl, baby, that's the one,” I murmured out, my voice laced with sexual desire and then my name escaped her lips in the last ragged lust filled breath as she exploded around my fingers.
I wasn’t hard anymore, fuck no,I was dead stiff hearing her moan my name as she came on my fingers. The fucking enforcer to her father’s club, my prez, I had his daughter sitting deep on my fingers as I finger fucked her. I felt so alive, but so dead all in one hot sinful instant.
Her forehead was sweaty, and she pressed it against mine. Rolling down the coil of an orgasm, I teased her clit with my wet fingers, her breathing still ragged and needy as my cock let go and I blew all over the front of my jeans. My seed hot on my skin, the release fast causing a low moan to roll from me into her skin as I held her down hard into my cock as it pumped out the remainder of my hot salty cum.
“OMG, Luca.” Her sweet words washed over my face. “Thank you,” her voice cracked.
“Don’t have to thank me, Doll.” I kissed her softly. “It was my pleasure and also a sin. I'm fucked now, yeah?” I knew I was never going to forget that look on her face and, in her eyes, when she came. Or the one in her father’s eyes when he guts me.
Chapter Eight
Viper
I had an angel on the back of my bike. A fucking stunning human, way too good for me. She was on my bike, clinging to me. Pulling into the compound it was late, fucking late. I had been up at Devils Peak for hours. I felt her nerves ripple through her and seep into me. I also felt her shiver as the night air whipped around us. I had given her my cut to wear on the way back. Her body is so tiny, so beautiful she didn’t deserve to feel the cold, just warm fucking comfort. I also had to find a way to give her plenty more fucking orgasms.
The club car park was dead quiet. I kicked the standout, leaning it slightly over so she could ease herself off. Taking her hand to help her gain her footing, I knew her legs werelike jelly, I felt it the moment I pulled her up from me. I watched her try and walk before I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bike, the ride back and the vibration of my Harley under her wouldn't have helped her over sensitized pussy. I had her on my bike; a chick, a woman. Senna Austin was on my bike wearing my cut. I'M DEAD.
Getting off my bike, looking around to see if anyone had seen us roll in, I scratched the back of my neck.
She looked up, meeting my eyes, “Well, I better go.” She took a step back, her eyes still on mine.
My hands reached out for hers and pulling her into me I walked us to the side of the building out of view. My lips found hers. Wrapping her arms around my neck my hands found her ass cheeks. I lifted her up as she read my mind wrapping her legs tight around me, anchoring herself to me and fuck me it felt perfect.
We just kissed and kissed and kissed, it wasn't till I heard a door slam and a raised voice that I knew so well that I broke from her lips. Red and raw from my forcefulness to fucking own each part of her. I needed to suck her soul out through her mouth and put it back again mixed with mine, so she knew just who owned her.
“We agreed to help ya and hooked you up with some guns brother, but we didn’t agree to inherit your war that came with them.” Dropping my little lady from my body I pulled her behind me, as I looked around the edge of the building my eyes fall to her father as he took a long drag on his cigarette listening to whomever was on the other end of the phone.
“Oh, you’re dealing with it,are you? Coz last time I checked it got nothing to do with me, yet I am over here hearing that me and my club will be wearing their fucking bullets.” More silence as the prez just paced back and forward sucking more smoke in his lungs as the vein in his neck twitched. He was pissed, fuck I was going to be in the line of firefor this. I haven’t been here, and shit’s hit the fan.
I switched my phone off at the peak after staring at the beauty on my screen and that’s a fucking No when it comes to MC life.
“There is talk that they will shoot up all that is Ace of Spades and all that is close to me. I already have more than one hit on my daughter’s heads, then to hear that there is talk they want my wife that’s the last fucking straw. So, you know what you little Mexican prick, that now fucking makes us a part of it. And if you can’t fucking hear I'm not impressed. You’re as stupid as your sister last night when my boys fucked her tight ass for some info that you so kindly hid from me when this deal was set.” Ace barked back.
It appeared that this phone call was going nowhere fast and Ace was about to have a coronary just from screaming at the dick. I bet it’s that piss bag Pepe that he’s dealing with. I wanted to put a bullet in his piss bag head just for looking at me like he ruled the fucking gun ring. When I met up with him, I knew it, and I had a bad feeling about this fucking favor to the Mexicans.
“Baby go around through the back entrance to the kitchen. You don't need to hear this shit. I will catch up with you. I have to sort this. I knew I should have been back ages ago.”
