He stops and tears prick the corner of my eyes, sweat pooling beneath my face and soaking into the mattress before he pushes inside me roughly, forcefully. Controlled. When his pace slows, his mouth comes to the nape of my neck as his sharp teeth sink into my skin.
“Show me how much you’re mine, Duchess…”
With those words spoken through rough baritone and raw animalistic groans, I lose it. My heart rate breaks the scale, my blood turns to lava and everything south quivers as fluid gushes out of me and my body collapses beneath his grip, unable to hold itself up after the torture it’s endured.
He must pull out because hot cum shoots up my back in spurts, as he slowly releases the knot around the back of my head. Running his finger through his warm liquid, he brings the same fingers to my mouth. “Remember this taste next time you find yourself looking at Wicked with those pretty little eyes. What’s it taste like, Duchess?”
I’m still panting, struggling to come to terms with everything my body is trying to deal with. “Cum.”
His dark chuckle is like ice slipping down the curves of my spine. “Wrong. It’s the taste of a man who will kill anyone who crosses his path during his hunt of catching you.” He finally releases me, snatching the bandana off the side of the bed after he has wiped me clean. “Come here.”
With a wince of pain in my arms, legs, and now swollen pussy, I turn toward him, finding peace in the arms of a man who causes so much chaos.
I run the tip of my finger over the indented lines of his abs and the thick lines of his tattoos, or more obviously, the numbers 2000. “I don’t think anyone will walk that path, Roy.”
“Hmmm?” he asks, his voice drunk with sleep. I’ve realized sleepy Royce is my favorite Royce, as the tip of his finger runs circles on my arm.
“No one will take that path.”
“Why’s that?” he asks sleepily, his lips now relaxed against my forehead.
“Because one look at both of us and people know it’s only supposed to be us on that road.”
His finger stops moving before his lips cushion against my forehead, setting a fucking army of butterflies soaring in my belly. “Sleep, Duchess.”
“Because tomorrow’s not guaranteed?” I joke, my eyelids heavy.
“Every single day that I’m breathing means your days are guaranteed. Sleep.”
My eyes close with a smile stretched wide on my face. I won’t let him go without a fight, I know that much. But what if the fight is with him?
She makes me vulnerable. I know that. I was aware of the effect she would have on me since the day I first saw her as a baby, but now, this, the growing fear that I have buried in my gut, it’s all only intensifying.
“Did you get any new information out of her?” Lion asks from under his bike, tinkering with metal. I don’t know why the stubborn fuck is working on his motor when we have a potential war on our hands. Shit between us and the cartel has been rocky since I joined the MC—since that day at Patches. Yet after we killed the three of them, Lion settled with the cartel. I sense there’s shit he keeps up his sleeve where the cartel is concerned, and now that I know about his old lady, I’m guessing it has something to do with her.
I blow out the thick poisonous smoke. “No. I’m going to tonight.”
Lion rolls out from beneath the hanging metal, glaring at me. “Stop thinking with your cock.”
My head jerks back as a snort leaves my mouth. “You’re one to fucking talk.” I want to throw the whole cartel thing in his face, but it is still me they think killed one of their bosses.
Lion stands, swiping his hands with a cloth. “Fuck you.”
I blow him a kiss just as Bonnie waltzes out holding a case of muffins. “I made orange chocolate chip, since they’re Jade’s favorite,” she says to me with a slightly aggressive smile. Jesus fucking Christ, are they talking shit about me already?
“Thanks—”
Pop! Pop! Pop! Bullets spray out everywhere as her smile falls, the color draining from her eyes. Everything seems to move in slow motion as Lion lunges forward, catching Bonnie in his arms. Blood seeps through the front of her white blouse as she collapses in Lion’s arms. arms.
I spin around in a rush, my instincts kicking in as I reach for the gat that’s strapped around my waist. Raising it up, I pull the trigger.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
My feet pick up in a run as I jolt to the front gate. My vision turns bleak. I want blood. I need blood. Nothing else matters to me but catching whoever the fuck was behind that gun.