As I ruminated those thoughts, rage filled my body like that bartender pouring liquor in those fancy ass glasses. My dick throbbed as I clenched my teeth. August was not supposed to be here. She was supposed to wait at that hotel so Fury’s people could find her, then when he got there ready to kill her for being the stupid bitch that she was, I would grab his new wife.
I had to admit Fabian Mathias was a smooth bastard. I’d had eyes on him for a long time. I watched how he moved under the title of president of a bike club, which was really just a more digestible title for mafia boss. Fury and his club ran one of the biggest and most powerful, organized crime groups on the East Coast. Then, this muthafucka turned in his bike, jeans, boots and club patch for a vintage Aston Martin, Armani suits, and Audemars Piguet. His company rose to the top in record time, adding more money to his already overflowing pockets. And as ifthat wasn’t enough, he had to go and bag one of the baddest rich bitches in the DMV.
Dakota Donovan was a lot thicker than the women I usually indulged in, but she had the prettiest fuckin’ lips. I wanted to bite them bitches, then make her sit all that ass on my face.
Glaring at her face twisting in anger as August said whatever the fuck she was saying to her had me unzipping my pants and pulling my dick out. When August leaned over that table, I could see her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath that short ass dress and just to the side of her was Dakota’s face and those lips. I squeezed my shit so tight at the base pain shot up to my chest. Pre-cum oozed out of my tip and I gritted my teeth. As pissed off with August as I was right now, seeing the two of them together was gonna make me cum all over that damn booth.
Then, out of nowhere, Dakota had a gun in her hand and brought that shit across August’s face. August fell into some other bitches and Dakota’s security moved in. I cursed as I watched August holding her face and making her way through the crowd trying to get out of there. Stuffing my dick back in my pants, I exited through the crowd too, planning just how I was gonna make August suffer for disobeying me.
“I said I was sorry,” August whimpered.
“Sorry? You’re fuckin’ sorry?” Grabbing her right thigh, I lifted her leg and planted it on the couch. I gripped her cheek, spreading it so I could thrust into her with a stroke so powerful, she screamed.
Continuing to thrust wildly in and out of her, I looped an arm around her neck and pulled the top half of her body back until my mouth was at her ear. “You’re sorry?”
“Yessss,” she gasped. “Yes. I’m … I’m … sorry.”
“Nah.” I groaned as her wet ass pussy gripped my dick. “You ain’t sorry enough.”
I tightened my arm around her neck until her hands began to smack at it in a futile effort to get me to let up. I didn’t. I squeezed her neck and fucked her hard, knowing I was bruising both places. With my free hand I smacked her clit with the same force that I’d been smacking her ass. Despite not being able to breathe freely, her body trembled, thighs shook before her release squirted all over my hand and the couch.
“There she goes,” I crooned, then licked the shell of her ear. “There’s my little Angel. Give me that shit!” I kept fucking her, kept smacking my hand against her drenched pussy lips. “Give it to me!”
Her strangled cries, the wetness that covered my hand, the way her pussy still gripped my dick, were all ecstasy. Better than money or power because they all belonged to me. Every reaction from this whore who’d tormented the boy in me with ice cream and incessant teasing, now belonged to me. They had for seven years now and would be until I decided her usefulness was over.
Everything August did was at my direction. She worked for me, and the only form of payment she really wanted was this right here. The unmitigated pleasure I gave her. I was the object of her darkest desires, and I provided everything her body and her sick little mind needed. If I never did anything else, all I had to do was feed the beast in her.
My dick was so hard. My teeth sank into her earlobe, biting down until I tasted blood. And my dick grew harder. I cupped her pussy, gripping it tight in ownership and kept my arm braced against her neck. When my nut ripped from me, I kept her ass in place, pumping every drop of it into her. She was crying. I could feel her hot tears dripping down onto my arm and I didn’t care. I didn’t release my hold on her, even when my dick stopped jerking inside of her.
“You’re gonna follow my directions next time, Angel.” I heaved, trying to catch my breath. “You’re gonna do exactly whatI tell you.” I licked the blood at her ear again, loving the acidic taste on my tongue. “Or I’m gonna do to you what I did to my bitch of a mother.”
“Yes, baby,” she whispered when I finally dropped my arm from her throat.
I took a step back, letting my dick slip out of her. She turned immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes, baby. Anything,” she said, tears streaming down her face, those alluring ass eyes glued to mine. “Anything you want.”
That’s exactly what she’d said the night I told her to get rid of my mother’s body.
“Anything, Atlas baby.” She kissed me. “You know I love you, baby. I’ll always love only you.”
I let her kiss me again.
Opened my mouth so her tongue could find mine. I fell into that kiss. Drowned in the dark that had cradled me all my life. And just when I thought I would stay there and finally be consumed by the tainted blood running through my veins, I pulled away from her. Sucking in air like I had indeed been close to death, I stared at her. Mascara streamed down her face, making the bruised and swollen side look angrier. A line of blood from her ear rolled down her neck and her swollen lips trembled.
“Make that call, then clean up.” I dragged my thumb over her bottom lip. “I want you chokin’ on this dick again.”
CHAPTER 20
FURY
“There’s a team on the way,” KC said, his voice echoing throughout the truck.
Cade continued driving and I put the call on speaker. Then, I reached behind the seat in the truck and flipped the floormat aside.
“We’re heading to the address now.” Cade was still pissed at what I’d just told him about August and Dakota, so his tone was strained.
“You still with him? Thought you would’ve stomped off with your little attitude again.” KC chuckled.
“Fuck. You,” was Cade’s next terse response.
