Nitro's Torment (Sydney Storm MC 2)

The ice melted while he massaged my boob, right before his mouth latched onto my nipple. I gripped his biceps and moaned as his teeth nipped at me and his fingers worked their magic. The way he started sex all slow and intimate turned me on so damn much. I knew what was coming, and I wanted it, but this, this I could take for fucking hours.

He lifted his head and met my gaze. His eyes were glazed, full of need, the kind that made me want him sooner, faster. Fuck, I was needy for him. Grinding against me, he rasped, “These tight pants you wear get me hot as fuck, but I gotta tell you, it’s a lot fucking easier to get to you when you wear a dress.”

I slid my arms over his shoulder and around his neck so my fingers were in his hair. Gripping him hard, I said, “I’m sure you’ll find a way to get them off fast.”

His eyes darkened and he dropped his head. Sucking in a few harsh breaths, he looked back up at me. Pained. “You test me, Tatum.”

I had no idea what he meant. “How?”

He took hold of my waist, his fingers digging into me. “You make me want things,” he bit out, his voice a dark warning.

My heart banged against my chest. Red flags would be flying all over the place for most women at that moment, but not for me. My whole body lit up at what I’d heard in his voice. I leaned closer to him. “Tell me.”

He hissed and swore. “Fuck.” But I knew I had him when he spun me around, slid his arm around my waist and pushed his erection against my ass. “You sure about that?”

I gripped the kitchen counter, breathless. I hadn’t been more sure of anything in a long time. “Yes.”

He took a moment and then he produced a pocketknife, pressing the tip of it to my chest. Not hard, but with enough pressure to send my pulse racing. “You ever played with knives, Vegas?”

I stared at the blade against my skin. It both excited the hell out of me and scared the ever-loving shit out of me. “No,” I panted out, lightheaded at the thought of what he wanted to do with the knife.

He ran the tip of the blade across my skin, not drawing blood, just lightly pressing against me. His breathing grew ragged and his body dominated me in a way it hadn’t yet. Nitro wanted this bad. Even though I couldn’t see him, I sensed how turned on he was.

Placing the knife on the counter, he turned me so I faced him, and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. My scalp burned from the grip he held me with and my breathing slowed at the fierce energy vibrating off him. “I n

ever fuck a woman in any way she doesn’t want. Let’s just get that out of the way.” He licked a line from the base of my throat up to my mouth. He then consumed me with a kiss that he poured all his need into. When he finally let my mouth go, he said, “I want to cut those pants off you. I want to slice your underwear in half. And I want to run that blade all over your skin, but I won’t do any of that if you don’t want me to.” His eyes bored into mine, waiting for my answer.

My heart stuttered. My whole body tensed. What he asked was too much. The danger thrilled me, but my common sense kicked in and prevented me from saying yes to all of that. He might have saved my life a couple of times, but no way in hell did I trust a man I’d just met with a knife anywhere near me.

“I can’t. No.” I shook my head as the words fell out of my mouth.

His jaw clenched and he nodded his understanding. Reaching around me, he swiped the knife off the counter and shoved it away. He then moved his hands to the button on my pants. Undoing it, he met my gaze. “It would have been faster my way, but we’ll play this your way.”

I exhaled, thankful for that. His signal that he was good with my refusal. Which was a good thing because I wanted sex with Nitro. After he fucked me that morning, I’d gone for an hour-long run and my head had felt so clear afterwards. He’d fucked some of the knots out of my body and some clarity into my mind. And I needed all the help with that.

25

Nitro

“Animals” by Maroon 5

I leant forward in the ute and watched as Dragon loaded case after case into the back of his van. “Fucking hell,” I muttered as I turned to see what Hyde made of this.

His dark expression matched mine. “Yeah, that about covers it.”

“He’s planning something.” Those cases were full of guns, and from our surveillance, we knew he’d had a delivery of guns the week prior also.

Hyde pulled out his phone and dialled King. Leaving it on speaker, he said, “They’ve got something planned.”

I waited for King’s outburst. He’d been on edge for weeks and his moods revealed how tense he was. However, instead of a tirade, we got silence. And then—“Keep on him. I’ll arrange more men so we can put eyes on him 24/7.” We’d been spreading our guys thin watching a few different Silver Hell members, but keeping someone on Dragon full-time hadn’t been necessary because he hadn’t been involved in anything but sitting in their clubhouse issuing orders. Devil had called in his movements earlier that day when he’d left the clubhouse, causing King to send Hyde and me to watch him.

Hyde frowned. “You occupied, King?”

“Yeah.” His voice was tight. Reserved. Before we could ask any more questions, he said, “Call me if you have anything, otherwise I’m busy.”

“What the fuck?” Hyde asked to no one in particular when King abruptly ended the call.

I shrugged. “We’ll find out soon enough.”