Page 39 of Devil’s Torture

A whole procession of sleepy children makes their way out of the party. They’re carried in the arms of burly bikers who completely soften for their little ones. It’s quite the sight and my ovaries might do a fertility dance in response, but I completely ignore it.

Cherise helps get everyone tucked in and shoos all the bikers out of the room. She grabs my hand and gives a squeeze. “I’ll be hanging out in here tonight with the kids. You don’t need to worry about Dawn at all.”

“Thank you.” I know she’d be safe with a prospect, but knowing Cherise will be the adult in charge does help. A lot.

The moment I step back into the main room, I realize it feels like the last ten years never really happened. Not the distance part of it at least.

Rune finishes off a beer at the bar when our eyes meet. He immediately puts the bottle down and stalks toward me. I already know what is about to happen before he reaches me.

Bracing myself doesn’t help at all and I still let out a squeak of surprise when I’m lifted and cradled against my biker’s chest. I hold onto him tightly and hiss, “What are you doing?”

“I’m carting my woman off to my room,” his words are gruff and my nipples pebble.

I’m practically vibrating by the time the door of his room closes behind us. The moment his mouth crashes down on mine, I’m practically crawling up his body like a tree.

His movements are precise as he puts me down on the bed and strips me slowly. He kisses me hard and I moan into his mouth, “Please, Miller.”

He sucks in a sharp breath before pulling back to stare down at me. When he kisses me again, there’s a hunger in it that wasn’t there just a moment before.

“Again,” he mumbles against my lips.

“Miller,” his name falls from me, the sound of it breathless and needy.

“Fuck, Bex.” The growl that rumbles from deep in his chest has my pussy flooding.

He pulls back and takes me with him, moving my body until I’m on my hands and knees in front of him. His fingers tangle in my hair and he tugs. My back arches just as he glides the head of his cock to my entrance and plunges balls deep inside of me with one thrust.

My walls clench around his length as I keen, “Oh fuck, yes.”

His other hand wraps around my hip and every time he thrusts forward, his grip pulls me back. The force of it is brutal and fucking perfect. Moans fall from my mouth as his fingers tighten.

I can feel the power in every cord of his muscled body. The way he holds me in place and uses my body has me on the edge of bliss quickly.

“That’s it,” he grits out. “You feel so perfect wrapped around me. I’ve missed your tight pussy.”

“Miller,” I gasp, “harder.”

He gives me exactly what I ask for and slams into me hard enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. With a slight tilt of my hips, he hits a spot inside of me that feels like fireworks.

“I can feel how close you are,” he growls. “Come all over my cock, Bex.” His voice takes on the edge of a demand, “Now.”

Everything falls away as my walls clench around him and my muscles tense. The waves of my orgasm are intense and Miller grunts as he buries his shaft inside of me while my body pulls him over with me.

We’re panting and sweaty as he pulls out of me and gently loosens his hold. I look over my shoulder and find him staring at me with awe in his eyes as his chest heaves and his hair sticks to his forehead.

“I hope you’re not tired,” he warns, “because I haven’t had nearly enough of you.”

My laughter rings through the room as I flop down on my back and Miller pounces on me. Not having this man in my life was torture, but he’s back now and I don’t think I want to waste another second pretending I don’t want this.

Even if I’m not sure I can trust it yet.

CHAPTER 11

RUNE

When Bexley steps out of work, she looks at me with surprise written all over her face. One side of my mouth tips up in an almost smile. Her eyebrows pull together and I know what she’s going to ask before it leaves her mouth.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Dawn?”