I lick over the bite, and he stares down at me with parted lips.
“Please …”
His pupils flare, and one hand moves so quickly, I’m unsure what’s happening until his thick fingers enter me and hook into a come-hither position, and his thumb circles my clit.
“Make me come, Cass. Make me cover us in my cum.” His heavy breaths are labored, and I know he’s close by the way his jaw sharpens and his lips part.
Pure bliss thrashes through me, and for the second time today, I float, especially once his thick hot cum splashes between us. His tattooed hand wraps around mine, and he aims for my panties, coating them in his essence.
“Fuck yeah.” He shifts his hips forward, milking his orgasm, and I use my free hand to spread his cum over his washboard abs, loving the way he hisses through his teeth. “Good, so good,” he growls, his tone laced with need. “Such a good girl, Cass.”
When he withdraws his fingers, I silently beg him for more, and he doesn’t disappoint. He pushes his fingersinto my mouth and holds my tongue down. “You’re gonna suck them when I say, and not before. Do you understand me?”
I nod under his control, with my mouth stretched open and my tongue flat.
When his other hand leaves the back of my neck, he swipes his cum from his abs, then thrusts up inside me so hard I have no choice but to stand on my tiptoes. “Suck,” he demands, and I do. My taste floods me, dragging my mind away from the bite of pain that comes with each thrust of his fingers.
“I like the thought of you full, Cass,” he murmurs, and I’m uncertain of the meaning behind his words.
Does he simply mean full of his cum, or more?
“I like the thought of you full of my baby. I shouldn’t, but I do. I wanna fuck my little demon with my baby rooted deep inside you.”
My pussy clenches.
Does he really mean this, or is it a kink of his?
I don’t have a chance to question him further because a knock on the door causes us to freeze.
“Mama, can we go to the park?”
KILLA
The taste of Cassidy’s bloody cunt is still on my tongue, and the way she clung to me without realizing is still vivid in my mind as I ride toward the old warehouse owned by the club.
After helping her place her pad in her panties, I pulled them up her legs and begrudgingly walked out of the apartment, giving the prospect at the end of her corridor strict instructions to keep me informed of her every movement.
I consider moving her into the clubhouse so I can track her more easily, just in case she has any communication with the sick fucks who had a hand in the numerous murders of women. Then I consider Noah andknow it’s not a good idea. The kid is clearly struggling with some shit, and I need to speak to Cass about this and her association with her brother.
Did he hurt Noah?
Did his men scare the kid?
Would Noah recognize them?
Would he know Alisha?
A truck revs its engine, and I look over my shoulder to see a gun being held out of the passenger window, then move to the opposite side of the road. “Fuck!” I bellow and push the throttle forward. A bullet whizzes past my head. “Motherfucker.” And another. “Goddamn.”
I’ve two choices: continue on to the warehouse or head back to the clubhouse. Knowing my brothers might be in trouble has me heading toward the warehouse.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I weave through the vehicles littering the road. The truck is still moving in my direction, picking up speed, but at least the bullets have stopped, if only temporarily because of witnesses.
I hold the phone to my ear, and Savage answers straight away.
“Speak,” he barks, and I know he’s unaware of any issue; otherwise, he’d never answer like that.
“Being followed into the warehouse, leading ’em in.” Then I end the call. He got a heads-up and will be prepared for them.
