He looked down at me with a desire, a fire in his eyes that I’d not seen in a long time. I could tell he was mad at me for not involving him, not trusting him, but he was also torn because he felt the same as I did. He…loved me.
And I had been too stupid to let him know, to let him help me with my problem. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I realised I’d almost lost this.
Lost him.
He pushed me further up the bed, and laid between my legs, kissing my mouth, my jaw, my neck, down to my breasts before he sucked my nipple into his mouth. My back involuntarily arched under his attention. His cock rubbed up and down my wet pussy lips, hitting my clit every few strokes and sending me into a tizzy. I know he had wanted to fuck me hard, to punish me for not trusting him and yet hewas loving on me, showing me affection which was just not what I expected from him. The emotions were overwhelming, and I clutched him closer to me. He held himself up on his arms as he looked into my eyes before he pulled my thigh up higher, and wedged himself between my legs at a different angle. Savage lined himself up to my entrance and pushed in, slowly, and fully. It was a delicious kind of stretching that I hadn’t experienced with him before.
“This is mine,” he growled in my ear, taking my lobe between his teeth and nipping. “Say it.”
My pussy clenched around him, as he stayed still inside me. “It’s yours.” My voice was breathy, almost like a whisper.
“What is?” he asked, licking from my neck to my jaw.
“My p-p-fuck,” I grunted as he moved his cock out of me and pushed back in with aching slowness. “My pussy.”
“Good girl,” he moaned in my ear, bucking his hips a little faster. My pussy clenched around him, his hip grinding near my clit and adding pressure to it that had my head falling back against thepillows, and my body moving with Savage’s. His nipple piercing rubbed against my own nipple and caused a delicious ripple over my skin, my arms pimpled with goosebumps as Savage increased the pressure below, one thumb rubbing over my clit just as he bucked up into me. I screamed out at the delicious torture. “Don’t come until I say.”
I nodded, trying to bite down on my need to come when my orgasm was teetering on the edge. He kissed me hard, and I focused on that so I didn’t. Savage angled his head so he could kiss me harder while he fucked into me. Slowly, he lifted himself up to his knees and grabbed my hips, pulling them up as he slammed back into me. My back arched off the bed, burying my head into the mattress as I cried out, holding onto my blooming orgasm.
Savage fucked me as his name would suggest, and it made me wonder if that was truly why they called him that, until he slipped his thumb over my clit and I cried out, whimpering.
“Come for me, baby. Squeeze my fucking cock.”
His near growl would have sent me over the edge even if he hadn’t given me permission to come. Icried out, clawing at his arms as my pussy pulsed around his cock, sending me near blind as I came hard. He grunted, and I wasn’t sure if it was from holding back on coming himself or from my nails digging into his skin. He fucked me harder once the spasms in me started to ease and I felt a torrent of pleasure flood through me, almost like my clit wanted to send me through another climax immediately. Savage moved his hand up to my throat, squeezing at the sides as he hammered into me, pushing toward his own release. When my pussy walls clamped down on him again, I felt his curse as he came with me, tumbling over the edge into oblivion.
Savage
Shona pulled on one of my shirts, and it hung off her like a dress. I smirked at that, my dick swelling beneath my pants at her in my clothes. I don’t know why but it turned me the fuck on, probably more than it did to see her in her tiny crop top and tight jeans.
“Come here,” I said, holding my hand out for her to join me on the bed. She took it and slid down to lay next to me, both of us pushed up on an elbow each. My hand trailed down her bare thigh. I loved how her skin reacted to me, but now wasn’t the time to love on her body. I needed answers.
“I know what you want to ask.”
“Then tell me why you didn’t trust me.”
She let out a sigh, and it made me hurt to see her holding so much in. “You saw my father. You know what he’s capable of, clearly, but you don’t really know the horrors of that club. I was lucky I got out, and only because Zach ran with me.”
“Tell me everything,” I told her, not only wanting her to tell me and get it off her chest, but needing to know what we had against us. “Everything.”
She sat up, cross legged and drummed her fingers nervously over her shins. I took hold of her hand and ran my finger over the soft skin of her palm.
“Please?”
Her smirk lifted my spirits.
“Savage…saying please. I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Out with it,” I replied, knowing she was holding off.
“I grew up as the daughter of one of the most vicious Destructive Sons’ VP’s in history. When I was five the president was killed, and he took his place after everyone liked what he was saying. He wanted the club to be the one that everyone feared, and to deal in every sort of trade he could get his hands on.
I always knew things were bad, always knew how dangerous he was. I watched him beat the hell out of my mother when she stood up to him in public once. He didn’t even care who saw it, no one stopped it. She was barely breathing when me and Keefe dragged her out of the clubhouse to get help. She didn’t live to see my twelfth birthday. They say it was an accidental overdose but she never used too much, and she never did it when we were around. My father had met my little sister’s mother by then, but no one dared to question him. When I was fourteen, my father pulled me out of school and told me to start working at the clubhouse to earn my keep. I didn’t much like school anyway, so I didn’t care untilI overheard him telling one of his men that if he did something for him, he would reward him with my virginity. That was when I realised all I was, was a bargaining chip to get people to do shit for him.”
“Fuck, Shona,” I hissed, hating how much of this story she’d told me already made me want to ride back to Belfast and put a bullet between the fucker’s eyes. I’d wanted to do it with the way he was leering at her knowing we knew her, but we needed him. If I told Ace this shit, he’d surely allow me to go and do the deed.
“I didn’t want to have it taken from me. I wanted to give it away freely. So I did. I found a prospect that I liked and was closer to my age, and I guess I seduced him. It was my choice. My father found out though, and killed him. I had so much guilt over that, so I knew I couldn’t do anything to anger him again. But…my personality doesn’t mesh with being told what to do.”
I grunted, pushing back the laugh. She rolled her eyes before she continued.
