Devil (Savage MC--Tennessee 1)

“You can always change your life, Torrent. Just because you made plans in one direction, it doesn’t have to stay on that path.”

“What path would it take? You expect me to give up all of my plans so I can warm your bed?”

“Would that be so bad?”

“Do you really expect me to give everything up to crawl under your sheets a couple of times?”

“I was thinking more than a couple,” I joke, and again it’s clear now is not the time to joke.

“And then what? What happens to me once you got to corrupt the innocent little girl and move on?”

“Maybe we need to take a step back and breathe here, Torrent. We can start by you telling me what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours.”

“I’m not taking a step back. What’s wrong, Logan? A woman starts talking about the future and you get nervous?”

“I didn’t say that,” I growl, getting tired of trying to be patient and logical here. If she wants a fight, then I can fucking give her one.

“That’s what I heard,” she yells back. “I’m out of here.”

I grab her wrist when she goes to turn away from me. She will not dismiss me. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m damn well going to get to the bottom of it.

“We’re going to have this out.”

“We’re done talking…” she argues back. “Forever.”

“No, we’re not. First you’re going to tell me how yesterday you were sweet as pie and today you’re acting like a raging bitch.”

I barely get the words out and she slaps me across the face. I let her, her anger feeding mine, but then I pull her to me and slam my lips onto hers. I kiss her hard and fast. I kiss her like the punishment it’s meant to be. My tongue pushes to get in her mouth and when she doesn’t immediately open for me, I wrap my hands in her hair and yank hard. When she gasps out in pain, I press my advantage, plundering her mouth, conquering it and not letting her say no to me.

Her fingernails bite into my arms, scoring the skin. She tries to pull away, but I tighten my hold. She doesn’t give in to the kiss, but I get the strangest feeling that she’s allowing it—that she’s not fighting it as hard as she could. That’s the last thought I have before hunger takes over and I get drunk on the taste of her. My hand moves up to her breast, squeezing it and playing with her hardened nipple. I break away from her mouth and she moans as I pull up that damn garb she has on, hating it—but happy it gives me such easy access. My hand finally touches the flesh of her thighs and I focus between her legs. She’s wearing silk panties. I didn’t expect that. The heat and wetness of her pussy is against the pads of my fingers, and I press in, immediately feeling the pulsing of her clit.

To hell with this shit. I’ll finger-fuck her into submission and I won’t stop until she’s begging me for more.

“Oh my God!”

Torrent and I break apart at exactly the same time. When I look around I see that damn woman that was with Torrent at K-Mart the day I first met her. Now she’s standing there watching us and my fingers are clearly pressed between Torrent’s legs and I’m sure that’s not lost on her. Hell, even if it is, she can’t miss the way my other hand is possessively owning Torrent’s tit.

I pull away from Torrent, not wanting to cause her problems, but it’s best this shit happened. It’s time Torrent comes to terms with the fact that she wants me—as much as I want her. She’s on fire for me. She can’t deny herself, she can’t deny us—not anymore.

Torrent takes a couple of steps away from me. Her dress falls down, covering her, and when she looks at me, there’s a war going on in her head. I can see it clearly. Her eyes aren’t hiding anything from me.

“I never want to see you again. I don’t have any room for you in my life, Logan. Don’t come back.”

“Tor—”

“I mean it. Stay away from me. If you don’t you will live to regret it,” she says and then she takes off running.

Away from me.

Her friend gives me a strange look and then goes after Torrent.

I’m left standing here wondering what in the fuck just happened.Torrent“Daddy?”

“It’s Wolf.”

My hand tightens on the phone. It’s one in the morning and Sister Victoria came and got me out of bed to tell me my father was on the phone. Dad’s taken great pains not to contact me directly where others were involved, so a phone call—especially at this time of the day—scares me.