Havoc (Storm MC 7)

“Fuck!” I roared as it hit, and I thrust into her one last time. I stilled and let the pleasure take over. I’d been right; she’d given me one motherfucking good orgasm. My senses drowned in it, and my mind and body exploded from the pleasure. I was lost to the world in that moment, nothing and no-one could have dragged me from its grip.

As I came to, I realised Carla was moaning and grinding herself into me. I released her ankles from my hold and let them rest against my shoulders as I leant down to her. Grasping her neck, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. My lips were demanding and she responded with her own exacting kiss. Her hands came up around my neck and she clung to me as she continued grinding into me.

“Havoc…need your fingers in me…fuck me,” she panted between kisses.

I knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to give it to her. Moving my hand down her body, I worked her clit to bring her to orgasm. My dick was still inside her and I felt her pulse around me as she frantically fought for what she wanted. When she came, she didn’t scream out like most of the women I fucked. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth bit down on her lip as her face fell to the side. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like she stopped breathing for a moment before finally expelling a long, satisfied breath. When she turned her head back to face me, she opened her eyes and gave me a slow, sexy smile. And then she simply said, “Fuck.”

Shit, she was beautiful, but in that moment, she was fucking glorious.

I pulled out and lowered her legs. She stood and curled her hand around my neck, pulling me close for a kiss. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom to clean up your cum because you fucked me without a condom,” she murmured in my ear.

Fuck.

I’d been so distracted that I’d forgotten the fucking condom. “Shit,” I muttered, eyeing her. “I’m clean, but fuck, I’m sorry.”

“I’m clean too, and on the pill so no worries there. Guess we got a little carried away,” she said before leaving me to sort herself out.

I took a minute and watched her go before sitting on the bed and dropping my head into my hands. Christ, I hadn’t had sex that good in fuck knows how long. But it had gone way too fast. I hadn’t been able to stop myself from having her straight away, and already I wanted to take her again. Running my fingers through my hair, I stood. The night was young, and she hadn’t taken my cock in her mouth yet. She’d promised me submission, and I intended to have it. I intended to fuck my need for her out of my system.

2

Havoc

Two Weeks Later

“Get the fuck up, motherfucker,” I demanded, keeping my eyes trained on the asshole on the floor in front of me, vigilant of his sidekick standing to my right. Any lapse in concentration on my behalf, and his friend would take me down and fuck my agenda to buggery.

The guy on the floor slowly began to move. He clutched his ribs where he’d taken a good beating from me. But he was taking his sweet-ass time—time I didn’t have to waste.

Reaching down, I yanked him up hard by his shirt collar and yelled at him, “For fuck’s sake, what are you? A fuckin’ pussy who can’t cop a punch?” Once he was standing, I shoved him back against the brick wall, and pulled my phone out. Looking at the guy to my right, I said, “Move the fuck next to your friend while I make a call.”

He scowled at me but did what I said, and I put my phone to my ear while it rang.

“You got them?” Griff snapped into the phone.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Be there in a minute,” Griff said before hanging up on me.

I slid the phone back into my pocket and eyed the two idiots in front of me. Dickhead Number One had ripped off King, the President of the Sydney Storm chapter for more than $20,000. A clear example of a man without a brain. Dickhead Number Two was in for a lot less, but had pledged allegiance to Dickhead Number One, which made him just as much of a fuckwit.

“Why the hell are you doing King’s dirty work?” Dickhead Number One piped up.

I wondered at the intelligence of the human race sometimes. Were we really as stupid as we sometimes appeared? And then as I thought back on my life, I was reminded that, yes, sometimes we were. Sometimes we were blind to what was right in front of us. I met his gaze and replied, “You’d be surprised at the dirty work I do for King. But this time, I’m doing it for my president, Marcus. And he’s told me to do whatever it takes to get that twenty grand out of you.”

He opened his mouth and uttered another string of stupidity, “I’ll pay you off to let me go. How much do you want?”

I cracked my knuckles and then shrugged. “I’d rather take my frustrations out on your face, asshole. In fact, I kinda hope you don’t come up with the money today. That way I can do what I do best.”

Dickhead Number Two’s eyes widened a touch. He had more brains than I gave him credit for. “What the fuck?”

I stepped closer to them, and said, “Yeah, that’s what I was gonna ask you. What the actual fuck were you thinking ripping a club president off?”

“We were going to pay him back.” Number One was almost pleading; well, his eyes were and I knew from experience his mouth would be soon, too.

I was just about to reply when Griff entered the alley. We were behind the bar where I’d found these two, and I was keen to get this over with because it fucking stunk from all the rubbish littering it.

Griff jerked his chin at me. “Which one owes the most?” he asked, his voice clear that he intended to carry out King’s wishes. Griff was the Vice President of the Brisbane Storm chapter and not a man to ever fuck with. In fact, he’d only just assumed this role after pushing out the prior VP. And that VP was the son of the president and I thought, a friend of Griff’s, so the ruthlessness of Griff’s actions was pretty fucking evident. Personally, I didn’t bother with friends and allies anymore, so it didn’t concern me either way. I simply trusted no-one. It seemed to be the best way to live.