“There ain’t no way I’m missing this, baby.”
I took a seat on the abandoned table next to the door and watched as she stalked toward the beaten, bloody and bruised men tied to the chairs in barbed wire. The amount of blood on the cement floor was going to be a shit for the prospects to clean in the morning, but that was just a part of MC life.
They had to get used to it some way or another.
Bryan flinched when she moved behind him. Slowly, she dragged the end of the bat over the cement floor, causing the deepest, dullest sound to echo around them. Roger now flinched as she got down low, whispering in his ear. He burst into tears, unable to hold it in. He’d been the mouthiest since they got here, always showing us what a big boy he was with his threats. But now, he was a blubbering mes,s and whatever my woman was saying was really fucking with him.
Good.
She raised the bat up, and slammed it into Roger’s waist. He let out a choked gasp, before she did it again, and again, and again. He fell back, the chair splintering under him, but he made no move to escape.
He couldn’t.
We’d broken his foot earlier in the night.
Rowan rained down a torrent of blows onto his chest and legs. Soon, he wasn’t even reacting, his body being pounded into the cement like a ragdoll.
Slowly, she stood up, catching her breath, before she moved behind Bryan again. He whimpered like a fool. Once she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed, he cried out and begged for his life.
Rowan chuckled, her eyes catching mine. Could she tell how fucking hard I was for her right now?
Because, damn.
“Bye bye, Bry Bry,” she sing-songed before she cracked the bat over the top of his head. His neck immediately snapped from the pressure, head lolling to the side. “It’s a shame they went so quickly.”
A chuckle loud, and proud, toppled out of me at that. “Fuck you are beautiful when you’re in your element, baby. I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“Are you?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “Well, that’s good to hear.”
She dropped the bat on the ground. I stood up, moving to sweep her into my arms, but she sidestepped me. Moving to sit down on the table, just as I had been, she crossed one leg over another, looking every bit the ol’ lady of my dreams.
“In that case…I think it’s time you paid your penance, Reaper.”
“Penance?”
Slowly, ever so slowly, she uncrossed her legs, widening them, the dress pushing up over her hip to show she was bare underneath.
Fuck. Me.
“Get on your knees,” she demanded. Fuckkkkkk. My cock was so hard right now. Slowly, I fell to the ground on my knees, dragging myself closer to her. “Now, grovel.”
Yes, fucking ma’am.
Rowan
Reaper on his knees before me was a powerful thing indeed. This fearless man who would destroy two human lives just because they hurt me, and then giving me the chance to kill them myself. Not only that, but he didn’t seem turned off by my anger, the darkness I kept buried deep…he seemed to want that to come out to play, and that had felt freeing.
He closed the distance, moving toward me on his knees, that dark look of desire in his eyes, as he locked on my pussy. It had been a choice to go panty-less, but it was proving to be a very good choice right now. His hands moved to my thighs, shifting my weight so he could pull my thighs over his shoulders. He moved me toward the edge of the table, before his mouth descended on my pussy. Reaper groaned as he tasted me. His tongue swept up and down my folds, before circling my clit. I was so amped up that I knew it wouldn’t take long to fall over the edge.
Reaper worked his finger into my core, blending the rhythm of his tongue and fingers, causing a delicious ripple of desire to runthrough me, sending sparks down the nerves of my legs and to my toes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How could he be so good at that?
When he groaned against my clit, I fell over the edge, coming hard. My eyes rolled back into my head as the flutters of my orgasm rocked me. Reaper lapped me up, flicking my clit a few more times with the tip of his tongue.
“Am I forgiven?” he asked, his voice a deep gravel, laden with desire.
