Cruel Vows

Rick must have noticed, but he said nothing.

My stomach churns with butterflies as I wonder who that man was and why on earth he even looked in my direction.

All these elegant, beautiful women here and he chases me into a bathroom. I fear he has some kind of ulterior motive, whoever he is.

Grabbing some concealer out of my purse, I quickly try to cover up the hickey and then head out to meet Rick.

“Axel wants to leave. He’s waiting out front.”

I bite my bottom lip and nod. “Okay, let’s go.”

As we move through the crowd of people toward the exit, I can’t help but search for the mystery man.

To my disappointment, he’s nowhere to be seen. I swallow hard and follow my brother out of the party, thankful we at least made it out in one piece.

Axel is leaning against his bike, smirking cockily. “Well, ladies and gents, we secured a meeting with the Morrone family.”

The bikers cheer, while me and Alice remain subdued since neither of us give a fuck.

“Come on, darling,” Axel says, eyes on me. “Get on the back of my bike.” He winks and then pauses a second, eyes lingering on the hickey I covered up. He smirks. “Unless you’d rather ride with Elijah?”

I shake my head. “No, certainly not.” I get on the back with Axel as fast as I can, securing my arms around his waist.

“So it wasn’t Elijah who gave you that badly covered up hickey?” he murmurs just loud enough for me to hear.

“No, I don’t know who the guy was.”

Axel chuckles. “Got to admit, I didn’t think you had it in you, darling.” He kicks the bike into gear and speeds away from the party, back toward the bar.

I hold on tightly, burying my face into his back and trying not to think about the mystery man who kissed me as if his life depended on it.

Once we get back to the bar, I hop off of Axel’s bike and say goodbye to him, assuring him I’ll be in on time tomorrow. Rick glances at me as I walk toward my beaten up Chevy, but he doesn’t say a word. I don’t know if it’s because he did perhaps glimpse what happened with that man or if he noticed the hickey, but I don’t care.

The bedsit I rent is a five-minute drive from the bar. Rick lives in the accommodation above the bar with the rest of the MC, which is even more of a dive than my bedsit.

As I get into my Chevy, I clench my thighs together as the painfully vivid memories of that man’s kiss hits me the moment I’m alone. I turn on the engine and shift into gear, speeding as fast as I can back home.

Once I get back, I sigh heavily and let myself inside, dropping my keys in the bowl on the console.

“Home sweet home,” I say, laughing a little as the place is a dump. It’s an odd contrast to the lavish party I just attended. The man who kissed me would be disgusted if he saw the way I live.

Other than a raggedy old sofa and a beaten up dining table with one chair, it’s empty and unwelcoming. I can’t deny that this isn’t what I expected to come of my life, but it’s all I’ve got. I slump onto the sofa and turn on the TV, knowing I’m too wound up to sleep right now.

The reason I’m so on edge is the mystery man whose face I can’t wipe from my mind. My thighs clench together as I remember the way his body felt against mine, powerful and commanding.

I unbutton my pants and then slide them down, dipping my fingers into my panties and groaning. Relief at last. I’ve never been so wound up before by a kiss. It was electrifying and I picture myself back in that bathroom, pressed against the wall.

If Rick hadn’t walked in, I wonder how far it would have gone. I wonder how far I would have let it go. I dip a finger inside of myself and bite my lip, knowing that I was so far gone I would have let him fuck me. Virginity be damned. I wanted him like I’ve never wanted another human in my life.

The man was utterly devastating and you don’t get a chance like that very often, to be worshipped and wanted by a man like him.

His voice echoes in my mind.

Fuck, princess. You are so damn hot.

How could a man like him find me hot?

I don’t really care right now as I picture him taking out his cock and shoving every inch deep inside of me. My nipples harden against the fabric of my bra as I arch my back, chasing my release.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathe as I send myself over the edge, imagining him having his way with me against the wall. Something tells me he was a dangerous man, the kind of man you should stay far away from.

And yet, it only made me want him more.

I pull my hand out of my panties, feeling a little shameful at getting so turned on by a man I don’t even know.

Standing, I turn off the TV and wash my hands before heading over to my bed and stripping off. I get under the sheets and curl into a ball, shutting my eyes.

And all I can see is his face, staring at me.

I sense I’m going to dream of only one thing tonight, my mystery man.