Force (The Disciples 5)

She lifts herself up and down on me, impaling herself on my cock. Wild, feral, she arches her back, her tits bouncing against my face. I grab her ass and jerk her down hard on my cock, holding her still, my stomach muscles clenching as her cunt contracts and pulses on my dick. And that’s all I can take. I unleash, letting her cunt milk the cum out of me.

I’m beyond thinking, soaring with her.

Her fingers claw at my chest, and I relish in the pain as I come undone. She’s fearless. Her trust, her love is all I will ever need. For this moment, I am whole and at peace.

I wrap my arms around her waist, keeping me inside her, feeling her heart race.

Mine.

She’s the one.

My soul. My mate.

My downfall.

JULIANNA

Present

Disciples’ clubhouse

Burbank, CA

I’ve done my hair, put on makeup, and now I’m stalling—Ryder is ready to take me to the baby shower, and I know Gia will be late. She’s always late.

“Ready, babe?” He leans against the bathroom door, his eyes traveling the length of my body.

After taking a breath, I try choking down a sip of coffee. I nod at him as he crosses his arms. “I told you yesterday, if you don’t want to go, don’t.”

I want to bury my face in his chest, but that would mess up my makeup that took me ten times longer than usual to apply.

“No, I have to go. It’s going to be fun. It’s for Dolly and Charlie, and I got presents.” He takes my hand and drags me out of the bathroom.

“Why don’t you stay here and rest.” He pulls me onto his lap and sits on the bed. “I’ll try to get back early.” As he strokes my hair, I let out a little sigh. I love when he touches me like this. Maybe I should stay home. I mean, my stomach does feel crappy, probably because of the gimlets, but it’s more a nervous stomach, like something’s off.

“No, Gia will kill me, and I’m not about to have Cindy think she scared me off.” I look up at him as his eyes caress my face.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He leans down to kiss me. “Don’t engage with Cindy, okay?”

The hair on my arms and neck stand up.

“What do you mean?”

“Just what I said. She’s gonna try to mind fuck you. Shut her down, and don’t engage.”

He moves me off his lap, and it’s like someone has tossed cold water on us. After last night, he’s been loving and so tender, and now he’s walking away.

Standing up, I still don’t feel that great. “I’m done with the coffee. We can go.” I grab my new bag, which I bought along with an entirely new wardrobe. I spent a fortune, which means my dad and Matthew will likely be calling Diana. But it’s my money, so they can both jump in a lake.

God, how am I gonna get Matthew to sign? He’s being vindictive now. I smirk at my outfit. He’d completely disapprove, but I love the black leather leggings and white ribbed halter tee.

I also bought two pairs of Jimmy Choo pumps, one in black, the other pink. But the way I’m feeling today, I think I’ll wear my white Converse tennis shoes.

He looks at his phone, then over at me again. “Get my leather jacket on. We’re taking the bike.” And my stomach flutters. I love wearing his leather jacket with the Disciples patches.

“’Kay.” Smiling, I grab his jacket. It dwarfs me but smells like him.

“Do I look badass?” I pose for him.

His eyes darken. God, with just one look, I get wet and achy for him.

“You want to wear it to the baby shower?” He pockets his phone and walks over to me.

“I do.”

As I gaze at his beautiful face, he reaches to rub my lips with his thumb.

“You know what that means, right?”

“Kind of.” Because this whole jacket thing doesn’t seem as monumental as an I love you, but I’ll take what I can right now.

“That’s your grand announcement, other than branding you.” He reaches for my chin and our eyes lock. It’s all there, everything besides the actual words. Why can’t I let it go?

Because I want all of it, same as he wants all of me. Wait, did he say branding? I’m about to question him, but either he can read my mind, or he’s late—his impatience is clear.

“Let’s go.”

Grabbing the bags with the presents, I walk downstairs with him. As usual, the clubhouse is filled with guys drinking, playing pool, or fucking. I tune it out, though, and follow him outside, stopping at his bike. He plants his helmet on me.

“What do I do with these?” I hold up the large bags.

“Christ, what did you get them?” He whistles at some guy. I think his name is Floppy, but with so many club members, it’s hard to remember all the names.