Reign (The Henchmen MC 1)

“Fucker has to pay,” he said simply, repeating his vengeance mantra.

“Hey Reign?” I asked after a silence fell.

“Yeah babe?”

“When you catch Martin...”

“Yeah?” he asked when I trailed off, biting my lip, feeling all kinds of twisted inside.

I took a deep breath and just... said it. “Knives.”

His arm tightened painfully. “Done,” he said, his tone a promise.

And then his hand was gone from my belly, both of his hands grabbing my waist as he slipped out from behind me, then slammed me back against the wall. Hard. Hard enough to see stars for a second. But I didn't care. Because then his lips were on mine. Hot. Searing. The kind of kiss I was sure no one else on earth was capable of. It burned. It burned in through my skin and into my soul.

His hands went to the side of my face hard, feeling like he was crushing my bones underneath them as his tongue slipped into my mouth.

“Reign...” I moaned against his lips.

But then his hand slipped from my face, making no show at flirtation as they slid right down under the waistband of my pants and into my panties, stroking over my clit.

“Oh my god,” I rapsed out, my head tilting up to look at the sky as his mouth went to my neck, biting hard enough for me to yelp, then sucking.

His finger slipped down my cleft, pressing inside me fast and thrusting hard, making my legs feel weak underneath me.

Nothing had ever been like that before.

I thought I understood the different kinds of sex.

The slow, sweet lovemaking.

The fun and mostly satisfying quickies.

The angry sex.

But this was a whole other league I didn't even know about.

This was hard and fast and raunchy and so hot that I thought my panties were going to catch fire.

His finger slid out of me and my fist slammed down hard on his shoulder. “No,” I whined, feeling the need like a clawing sensation inside.

Reign said nothing, just grabbed me, turned me, and pushed me against the wall. His hands went to my waistband again, but this time they grabbed and pulled my pants and panties down. Fast. His fingers scratching down the backs of my thighs as he did.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded in my ear, his mouth sounding like it was clamped tight.

My legs widened.

I put my arms on the wall of the building, pushing slightly off of it. Only to have Reign reach out and push the side of my face flush against it again, holding me there by the back of my neck. His other hand went down behind me, slapping my ass hard once.

His feet went between mine, kicking them wider.

Then his cock slammed inside me.

Unexpected.

Hard.

Hard enough to make my hips jerk forward and slam against the wall.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pushing my hips backward, arching my ass up to give him better access.

His face tilted toward mine, his mouth by my ear. “I'm gonna...”

I felt my head jerk a head shake. “Shut up and fuck me,” I said, cutting him off.

His chuckle made my stomach flutter.

Then he was fucking me. Hard. Deep. Deeper than I thought was possible. His hand stayed on the back of my neck, the other going to my hipbone and curling into it, hard enough for me to bite my lip to keep from complaining.

“I want to hear you,” he said near my ear as he thrust deep.

“Cash and Wolf...” I started to object, knowing they were just a couple yards away.

“Fuck Cash and Wolf. I don't care if the whole fucking compound hears you scream while I fuck you.”

His thrusts came faster, his hand slipping off my hipbone and snaking around my waist, holding me still as he slammed into me.

“Fuck... oh fuck...” I found myself groaning, no longer caring about Cash or Wolf hearing. Not even aware that such people even existed anymore. All there was was me and Reign. All there was was his hand pressing into my neck, his cock slamming deep inside me, his breath hissing into my ear.

My body was jerking upward with each thrust. “You like it hard, don't you? That's my good little slut.” he said, his cock fast, unrelenting, not giving my budding orgasm a second to play peekaboo. “You want it harder?”

It could get harder?

“Yes,” I gasped, pressing back toward him.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard that anytime you move tomorrow, you're going to remember my cock in your tight little pussy,” he warned.

And then he did.

My moans became a string of curses, of pleads, of cries of his name.

Then my sounds got caught and his hand went from the back of my neck to the front, pressing down on my throat hard, cutting off my air supply as the orgasm wracked it's way through my body, the pulsations so strong they were almost painful. His hand loosened slightly and I screamed out his name.

Yes. Screamed.

I was too far gone to care.

His cock slammed forward hard. Burying deep as his body jerked. “Fuck,” he growled, crushing his arm around my belly.

I came down slowly, all my senses seeming dulled.

Holy shit.

Holy. Shit.

I thought I knew a thing or two about orgasms. I'd had my fair share over the years. By the select few men I dated. By my own hand. By vibrators. But nothing had ever felt like that. Like it tore me apart. Like it put me back together.

I heard the crickets chirp. The wind blew. And I was suddenly acutely aware that I was standing in the middle of a biker compound with my pants down around my ankles. I felt myself tense and Reign chuckled, leaning forward and biting into my earlobe before pulling out of me. He went down on his knees, grabbing my pants and panties and pulling them back upward, kissing my ass cheek before it disappeared under the material.

“Turn around,” he said when I didn't immediately go to do so.

I took a shaky breath and turned, not entirely trusting my legs to keep me upright. I sank my hips back against the wall, wincing a bit at the already tender sensation between my thighs.