Force (The Disciples 5)

Her warm mouth wraps around the tip of my cock and she starts to suck. Closing my eyes, I spread my legs and reach for her head.

“Yeah.” I guide her. “That’s it, baby.” Her hand reaches up to massage my balls; she digs her nails into my chest with her other one.

My nostrils flare. I smell her scent and her arousal, see her nipples standing erect, and I shove my cock as far as she can take me. Closing my eyes, I relish in the pleasure her gagging gives me. It’s like her warm, tight cunt when she pulses and comes.

“That’s my girl. I’m gonna fucking come.” I pull her head off and my hand takes over. Straightening to my full height, I jerk on my cock hard and fast.

“Ryder,” she groans. “I love you.” My eyes lock with hers, and I’m gone, soaring, releasing warm, milky strands all over her tits.

“On the bed,” I demand, watching her obey, my cum dripping down all the way to her stomach and onto the sheet.

She lies down. I walk over and grab my lighter.

“I want you to breathe,” I say, grabbing the Neosporin from the bathroom.

“Yes, I’ll breathe.” She takes a deep breath and I gaze down at her and smile. Flicking the lighter on, I start to heat the brand.

Her chest rises and falls. Sitting next to her, I set the brand down for a moment. Her eyes are closed, but they pop open when my rough hands touch her breasts.

I lower my head to suck on one hard nipple and rub my finger back and forth on the other nipple—it’s wet with my cum.

“Oh my God,” she moans and arches.

I bite and suck, deciding where I’m gonna brand her.

Lifting my head, I smirk, then pick up the brand. This time I don’t stop. I let the lighter turn the tip bright orange, ignoring the burning on my fingers. I lower my hand to her neck to hold her still and brand her on her collarbone. The only sound she makes is a small hiss.

Fucking big-ass bikers need a bottle of tequila and scream like fucking babies, and all she did was gasp.

I lean down and cup her face. “I love you.” My voice is almost hoarse because she has no idea what this means to me. This is the closest I’ll come to marriage.

“You’re mine,” I growl, forcing myself to stand. I need to get downstairs.

She blinks at me as I gently rub Neosporin on the red, swollen brand.

“Stay here.” I walk into the bathroom and get some Advil and a wet washcloth to clean her. I don’t want her taking a shower yet.

“Here.” I hand her the Advil as she sits up.

“I need to see it.”

“Later.” I shake my head, pushing her back and cleaning as much of my cum off her as I can. I eye the mark. Because she stayed still, it actually looks pretty good.

“Can I at least get some water?” she says.

Standing, I toss the towel in the hamper and make my way to the dresser. After pulling on a pair of jeans, I slip on a T-shirt and grab a bottle of water for her. “I have to go out. I’ll be back later.” I hand her the bottle. “I want you to sleep.”

She sits up and takes it. “You’re leaving me?” She sounds shocked.

“Babe, I’ll be downstairs in the conference room if you need me, but I want you to sleep. I have things to take care of.”

Wide-eyed, she nods.

“Hey.” I rub her cheek. “You have nothing to worry about. I’ll be back in no time.” After grabbing Julianna’s Glock from the floor where I left it when we came in, I move to my safe, open it, and place the gun inside, removing my knife in the process. I don’t particularly enjoy using the knife, too dramatic for my taste. But if Pavel doesn’t make things right, the knife is exactly what he’ll get.

Blade and I will take turns.

And it won’t be fast.

RYDER

Present

Disciples’ clubhouse

Burbank, CA

When I tap on the conference room door, Rip greets me, moving aside to let me enter and revealing Pavel tied to a chair in the process. Either he’s already dead or knocked out.

“Wake him up.” Blade paces back and forth in the dimly lit room. Ox walks over and pours a bottle of vodka on Pavel’s beaten face.

Instantly, he moans and awakens. Blade jerks his wet hair, forcing him to look in my direction.

“I want to know everything you know about that day ten years ago.”

Pavel can barely turn his neck, and his right eye is swollen shut, but he spits out blood. “I was a kid. I don’t know shit. I told you this earlier.”

Axel walks in carrying a bag of ice. “Got you some ice. What’s it gonna be, man?” He dumps the bag loudly on the table.