Slasher smirked at them and saluted with scout fingers as he revved the engine.
“Enjoy your summer wedding,” I yelled, taking another glance at Russell’s fuming face.
Hope it fucking rains.
CHAPTER 6
SLASHER
Riding with an uncomfortable hard-on pissed me the fuck off. The cool wind was doing nothing to calm me down when her tits were on my back. Well, even when they were not. I couldn’t stop the images of all the bad things I wanted to do to her from popping into my head all the way to the garage. And the few minutes it took me before I changed my mind again and returned to pick her up.
I had enough club pussy to last me a lifetime. Forever. But this feisty professor had me hard just from her smart, fucking perfect mouth. The kind of hard that made me wanna do shit like finding her office, bending her over her desk and spanking that very fine ass as I filled it with my cum.
Even crazier shit like tracing her lips, her skin with my tongue.
Like telling her the truth about what I was so I could add a taste to the drugging smell of her blood.
Groaning, I closed my eyes for a second, release calling to me, needing her, only her, for satisfaction. FUCK.
The club sluts would spread their legs at a nod of my head, and I was fucking fine with it until the blonde’s head was bent to my dick. Suddenly, all the club action felt pathetic and unfulfilling. My dick was hooked on a woman who would submit to no one. Strong and smart enough to be on her own.
A human with an off-limit tag and baggage heavy enough to scare any guy away.
From what I understood, that fucker professor at school was her ex, and they were supposed to get married. She was pissed at him, trying to make him jealous. My guess was that he was the one that broke it off, pulling theI’m too much of an asshole to get marriedcard. Then, years later, bam, he was magically preparing for a summer wedding with another bitch.
What a cunt! What kind of a guy who got to fuck this pussy every day, listen to her calling him Mister fuckever, would bail? Yes, she was a handful, a wild cat to be tamed, but…
Marriage sucked. We all did our best to avoid it, but once you made that fucking promise, you kept it.
He’d ruined her with his dick move. I could hear it in the shit she’d said. I hoped it was just to piss him off and she didn’t actually believe or want it. Because if she was mine, I wouldn’t share. I’d make her submit to me and me alone.
She’d never be mine, though.
Not only because she was Dasher’s sister. There was so much she didn’t know that stood between me and her pussy.
Fuck. I didn’t need this shit. A human messing with the club, with my head, with my dick. Fuck you, Damien and fuck your games.
“Pull over,” she shouted.
“What?”
“Pull over!”
What the fuck? “We’re two minutes away from the house.”
“I don’t care. Just stop the bike.” She was screaming with a broken voice. I glanced at her over my shoulder, and she was crying. Oh for fuck’s sake.
I skidded to a halt. She got off the bike, her knee poking my back. “You okay? Gonna puke?”
Her hands fell on her hips as she spun, hiding her face from me, her hair flying wild with the wind.
I could break men in half, rip their throats in their sleep without batting an eye, but watching a chick cry… I wasn’t made for that shit. I didn’t know how to handle it. What was I supposed to do now?
“Professor?”
Her sobs grew louder as she bent her head down.
“C’mon, Vixen, talk to me.”
