Devil's Vengeance (Sydney Storm MC 3)

He groaned as he tasted me, pushing his tongue deeper inside while his mouth sucked me. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stopped and growled, “Fuck, Hailee, I want to live between your legs.”

I lifted my head and reached down so I could hook my hand around his neck. I pulled him to me, and he slowly made his way up my body, tasting my skin everywhere as he moved.

I was greedy for him, and as soon as he was close enough, I dragged his mouth to mine, and kissed him. He grabbed one of my boobs and squeezed it hard enough that I cried out in pain. It was the kind of pain that felt good, though, and I begged him for more.

“You like that?” he demanded while squeezing my other breast.

I nodded, desperate for more. “Oh, God, don’t stop,” I pleaded.

Suddenly, he stopped everything and moved off me. Reaching for his button on his jeans, he undid it and yanked his zip down as fast as he could. His eyes never left mine while he did this. Moving back on top of me, he rasped, “Wrap your legs around me, darlin’, and hold on tight. This is gonna be rough and dirty.”

I did as he said while he sucked one of my tits into his mouth. I hardly had my legs secured around him before he slammed his cock as far into me as he could.

“Fuck,” he roared, pulling back out. Pushing back in, he forced himself deeper the second time, groaning as he did that.

“Keep going,” I urged when he stopped, resting inside me.

He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth before looking up at me. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

Running my fingers through his hair, I said, “I want you to let loose. Forget everything in the moment and be an animal. I want it to hurt a little, but the kind of hurt that feels so fucking good.”

“Fuck, woman.” He drew my other nipple into his mouth and bit it harder, eliciting a cry of pain from me. Meeting my gaze again, he said, “You want it to hurt like that?”

I nodded. Oh, God, how I wanted it to hurt like that.

He moved fast then, rearing back so he could flip me onto my stomach. Scooping his hands around my hips, he pulled my ass up so I was bent at the waist with my head down, elbows on the bed holding me up. Gripping my hips tightly, he positioned himself behind me, and pushed his cock inside.

Fuck.

I loved it when he took me from behind. And he knew it. Especially how much I loved him pulling my hair. But this time, he didn’t stop to reach for my hair. He did exactly what I’d asked him to do, and fucked me like a savage while holding my hips, his fingers digging in hard.

After we were finished, I collapsed on the bed where I was. Unable to move, and fighting to catch my breath, I was spent. Devil crashed next to me, his body curling around mine, his arms holding me close. We fell asleep like that, and while I was emotionally wrecked by the events of the last two days, I felt protected by him.

I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

28

Devil

“From what I can work out, and from what Bronze has reported back to me, we got every last one of those motherfuckers last week,” King said during Church the week after we destroyed the Silver Hell clubhouse and everyone in it.

“So that means we’re down at least one enemy,” Hyde continued. “Next on the list is Marx. After that, when the feds are done with him, we take down Gambarro.” He glanced around the packed room. “People need to be reminded that Storm isn’t to be fucked with.”

Cheers erupted at that, but King kept the meeting moving. “Ghost has also been dealt with, so he won’t be an issue going forward. And—”he eyed me—“I’ve sorted Bronze out, too. He’s committed to the club again.”

Once he’d caught everyone up, he discussed other club business that needed taking care of. Twenty minutes later, everyone filed out except for Hyde, Nitro and me.

Looking at King, I asked, “How the fuck did you get Bronze back on side?”

“I pointed out to him that he could walk away from the club all he liked, but it wouldn’t sort his problem out with you dating his sister.”

I was still confused. “How?”

“He’s got no dirt on you, Devil, no evidence of anything you’ve done. So even if he tries to bring the club down, you’re still free. Free to be with his sister.”

“Jesus, he must have been pissed off about that.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t too happy, but it’s sorted out now.”