I snorted out a heavy breath and grabbed her hips before slamming into her over and over again, taking every ounce of rage inside of me out on her lean body. This was more about anger than it was about sex. More about taking my violence out on someone than reaching the pleasure at the end. She cried as I bit into her shoulder, nipping along her neck and squeezing her nipples so hard that her whole body shuddered around me in an orgasm so loud that she made a dog outside howl. I had never been a vanilla man, and my tastes had always verged on the darker side, but it had been a long time since I had been able to take what I truly needed without the fear of consequences.
“You’re holding back,” she grunted as I thrust harder into her. “Don’t.”
I slapped a hand across her ass so hard that I left a handprint that would be there for days, and she called out, pushing her ass backwards to meet every one of my thrusts. I slapped again before pulling out and scooping up some of her dampness to spread it along her ass. I spread her wide and she grunted and lowered her chest to the bed but left her ass high for me as I pushed myself into her tight hole, seeing stars as her tight ring clamped down on me. I felt myself swelling inside of her as I grabbed her hips and moved in her harder and harder, wanting to hear her cry. Real crying. Not cries of pleasure, but cries of pain. But all she did was grunt and call out for more.
So I gave it to her.
Harder and harder, my strong hands gripping her waist so tightly I’d leave bruise marks on her tiny waist for a week. She looked over her shoulder, and I saw her teeth clamped down on her lower lip so hard that a trickle of blood seeped between her white teeth and trailed down her chin, and then she fucking smiled at me. Her white teeth colored pink with fresh blood. And that was all it took to make me see stars. Hot sprays of cum splashed across her back and ass as I pulled out of her and let out a guttural war cry.
I was panting hard as I stepped back, my knees shaking and my heart beating heavily. I dragged a hand through my short hair and looked away from her as I tried to gain some of my senses back.
One day that would feel good. One day.
I grabbed my jeans from the floor and stepped into them before picking up my white tee and shakily heading back toward the door. I needed a drink, right the fuck then.
“I’ve had worse,” she called back to me, sounding pleased. “That was child’s play compared to what I’ve had, baby.”
Bitch was fucked in the head. I opened the door and walked out of the room, slamming it closed behind me.
I was angry at myself and the world back then. Nothing and nobody could get through to me, and that was how I liked it. I preferred to be lost in my own thoughts, trapped with my own demons.
But the club were to become my brothers, my family. And Bull, a surrogate father, eventually. But I didn’t know that then. Back then I thought that maybe I would be lucky enough to get killed by being around them. I didn’t know their club, but I knew gangs—I’d grown up around them, I’d fought with them, and I knew they were dangerous. I’d thought the Highwaymen were the same thing, but I was wrong. Though the danger was just as real, if not more so, this was nothing at all like a gang. This was a brotherhood, and twenty years later and I’m still alive, and more of a man than I ever thought I would be, thanks to those men.
I pulled my tee over my head, my boots stomping down the hallway and back to the party. Bodies were everywhere—hot, sweaty, bodies, both male and female. Fucking, or dancing, or both. This wasn’t just sin, this was where sin was created.
I headed back outside to where the most people were. I was looking for Bull, or anyone familiar at that point. I needed a drink and some food, but mostly I needed peace. I didn’t realize then that I wouldn’t have peace ever again. At least not the sort of peace I thought I was seeking.
I saw Bull on the other side of the yard and headed toward him with the flickering flames from a small fire in a metal bin lighting my way. He grinned when he saw my flushed expression, and reaching out with one hand, he took mine and shook it.
He let out a deep laugh. “Crystal treat you right?”
I dragged a hand through my overgrown hair and nodded. “She’s fucking crazy.”
Bull laughed again. “As crazy as they come.” He slapped my back and started leading me toward the clubhouse. “Now that you’ve blown off some steam, I want you to meet my brothers properly.”
I nodded and grunted an okay as we headed back inside. I was pretty sure I could hear Crystal screaming and grunting from the same room I’d just been in with her, and I scowled and followed Bull. We went deeper into the building, heading toward a room at the end of a long corridor with a man standing outside. He wasn’t wearing a cut the same as the others, and he wasn’t as large as the other men I’d met, but he had the “don’t fuck with me” look down to a T.
“Patch,” Bull said with a sharp nod as Patch opened the door. His gaze was on me as I passed him. “Patch is a prospect for the Highwaymen. He’s going to be patching in any day now. Hence my need for a new prospect.”
Patch nodded at me and opened the door and I continued to follow Bull through a darkly lit room, a damp smell clinging to the inside of my nose. We reached another door and Bull pulled it open with a grunt. It was heavy and thick—at least four inches, give or take. He jerked his head into the new room and I took a quick glance, seeing stairs going downwards into more darkness.
I stopped and stared at him, a chill running down my arms. “What the fuck is this?”
His expression was serious and dark. “Walk down the steps, Dillon.”
I folded my arms and glared at him, every nerve on fire and twitching for a fight. “And if I don’t?”
Bull reached into his waistband and pulled out a gun. He cocked the trigger and aimed it at me. “That ain’t an option, kid.”
There was no smile in place this time. No joking around. Bull was deadly serious, and I had no doubts that he’d blow my brains out there and then if he wanted to. Funny thing was, I’d been searching for death for the past six months and now it was there in front of me, when I had least expected it.
I swallowed, fear and rage igniting equally in me. But it was okay. I was more than ready for this. Had been for a long time, if the truth be known. And the truth should finally be known. If only it was known by a dead man. There was no denying my path anymore. No denying what was to come, and what had come before. My violent past was just as important as my blood-soaked future. And I embraced it with open arms.
I stepped forward and looked down into the darkness before glancing back at Bull. I gave him a small nod of my head, an acceptance of my fate, and I stepped down into the darkness below, ready to meet my destiny.
Finally.
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