I stayed the fuck away. I thought maybe, she’d miss me enough to reach out. A text, a call—something. But there was fuck all. Not a damn thing.
And with each silent day that passed, my frustration turned to hatred. Because I knew. I fucking knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, but there was one massive difference—I was willing to burn the world down for her, and she wasn’t.
Ebony is darkness wrapped in white silk. Perfect, polished, obedient on the outside to the man who pulls her strings,but beneath it all, there’s a shadow inside her—a shadow that belongs only to me. It drives me fucking insane how she lets him control her, how she always does as she’s told, even when it breaks her inside.
Ryker gave me a choice that night: leave the city and disappear wherever the fuck he wanted or take a bullet between the eyes. I’m not fucking scared of that motherfucker, or fucking death for that matter, but when I spoke to Ebony and she gave me nothing to fight for, I knew it was time to go. I was too wrecked. I was spiraling out of control.
Now, I lead one of Ryker’s new biker clubs just outside of the city. Drugs, alliances, weapons, murder—it’s a regular thing. He turned me into a monster, the plague, twisted the knife until there was nothing left but violence. But I’ll never fucking forget what he’s done to me—to us. His time is coming, I have plans, and when it does, I’ll burn everything he’s built to the fucking ground and laugh while doing it.
Ebony glances at me now and then with those pretty blue eyes. Alluring, always. Icier than the fucking Antarctica, yet hotter than the scorching boarders of hell. She knows I’m watching her, showing how I still want her and that I'm still sickly fucking obsessed with her. She knows me too well, the flame hasn’t died, it’s still there, burning bright and searing my dark soul.
We’ve got unfinished business. Unspoken words and before I leave here again, she’s going to fucking hear them. She’s going to feel them. Fuck, I need her out of my system so fucking bad.
I lean over, dropping my cigarette in her champagne to annoy her and as it hisses, she gradually stands. She finally makes eye contact; a glare and I have to fight a grin. She drags her stare away from mine and passes me. My eyes follow herlegs, gliding upward until they land on her round ass in that short dress. My jaw tightens, my teeth grinding as I think about eating that ass and pussy.
“Fuck,” I hiss with anger, dropping my head as soon as she’s out of sight, clearly going to use the restroom.
Don’t fucking do it, Rook.Do not fucking do it.
But I can’t. I can’t fucking stop myself; I’m fucking weak for this little bitch. I sit back slightly, pulling my phone out. I swipe through it, finding my ringtones. As soon as I press play, the sound rings out and I stand. Then I pause it, pressing it to my ear. As I pretend to be on a call because I don’t want us to be interrupted, I walk out, eyes briefly following me.
In the dimly lit corridor, I spot a single Christmas tree, decorated with warm lights, similar to the ones I used to tie her up with when I fucked her into oblivion. I lean against the wall next to it, taking in the different shaped ornaments until my eyes settle on one specific. It’s black, shiny and drops down with a spiral design, almost like a unicorn horn. I raise an eyebrow until I hear the toilet flush from behind the door beside me and my attention sharpens.
As soon as the door unlocks and opens, I rest my head back. She passes me, her long hair swaying over her ass, but she doesn’t get very far. I lunge forward, grabbing her wrist and whirl her around. My hand grabs her face swiftly, catching her off guard, my fingers digging into her jaw with a bruising force as I pin her against the wall.
Her breath hitches, shallow and uneven as Ouija, sleek and black as night, scales glinting like obsidian against the Christmas lights, coils herself around my tattooed wrist with a lazy elegance before slithering upward. She glides to the backof Ebony’s neck, disappearing beneath her dark hair like a whispered threat.
Her body stiffens instantly, her fear lighting up those icy blue eyes, a spark I latch onto. I hold her gaze, watching as my small pet snake claims and violates her inch by inch, as if she belongs to us both.
“Stay very fucking still, little sister,” I murmur, the words dripping with control.
Ouija emerges again, winding down her chest toward the heavy curve of her cleavage, disappearing beneath her sparkly dress. Creeping beneath her big tit, I watch her curl herself around it, her movements are unhurried and agonizingly slow. Ebony holds her breath, and the silence of dread pulls my attention back to her wide eyes.
“Now,” I say lowly, “lift that slutty dress and take off your panties.”
Her eyes expand further, and she shakes her head slightly. “Are you fucking insane? Dad is right there. Are you trying to get us both killed?”
I lean closer, my breath brushing against her cheek. “Yeah, I fucking am,” I mutter, my tone quiet but rich with danger. “Maybe I’m done hiding, Bunny. Maybe I don’t give a fuck if we both burn for this. At least then, I’ll have you. In life, in death—it doesn’t fucking matter. Beyond these walls, beyond these chains, even in hell itself, you’re mine.”
Her eyes search mine as I draw back, the realization of my words settling between us. This isn’t over, not even fucking close. “I’m not fucking doing it, Rook. You need to—”
My fingers clench on her jaw, yanking her forward before slamming her head back against the wall with a sharp thud.
“Do it,” I growl, my voice quiet but razor-sharp, my eyes blazing into hers.
“But Blaise—”
“Fuck. Blaise.” The name rolls off my tongue like a death knell, dark and final, the possessiveness poisoning my veins. “You either do it, Eb, or I’ll walk out there and tell Daddy I just fucked his daughter hard. Again. Get us both killed.”
Her lips tremble, unshed tears glittering in her eyes, but I don’t back off, keeping my mouth close to hers. She hesitates, then reaches down and lifts her tight dress over her hips. I tilt my chin upward in approval of her obedience. She hooks her thumbs beneath the strings and slides them down her thighs, never breaking eye contact.
The fabric hits her ankles, and my eyes flick to her lips—parted and glistening as she licks them. Leaning forward, I let my mouth brush hers, barely a kiss, just a spark to light the fire between us.
“Good girl,” I bite out forcefully causing her body to jerk.
Ouija slithers higher, winding herself firmly around my wrist. When she settles where she belongs, my gaze drops to Ebony’s panties—lacy and useless—bunched against her tall heels. A flicker of heat surges through my dick as I lower myself into a crouch, but her hand moves instinctively, tugging at her dress to cover herself.
I swat her it away with a low growl, my warning clear, and her fingers curl into fists at her sides. My gaze roams over to her exposed perfect pussy, then I side-eye the living room door.
