Deceptive (Diamondback MC Second Generation 5)
PROLOGUE
COLLINS
FOUR MONTHS EARLIER
I shouldn’t be here.The man in front of me shouldn’t either. We’re practically committing the number-one cardinal sin within our family; my father will never forgive him, and I’m not stupid enough to think that he won’t look at his little girl as the good child. That’s who I’ve been forever—my image, my identity of the child that went to school and got great grades no matter how hard I struggled, how many energy drinks I consumed to stay up all hours, cramming in order to pass my tests with the lowest grade I could in order to maintain my A/B average. It’s been utterly exhausting. The only time my mind rests is when I’m with this man.
“Just like that, Collins. Take me deep.” I’m on my knees. We are away from the club and the prying eyes of the surveillance cameras. How do I know that? Well, that’s easy really. My dad is the president of the Louisiana Diamondback Chapter. The man I’m with is one of his, and he’d never let anyone see what I’m currently doing to him, least of all the members of the club or my father. Call it protectiveness when what we’re really being is deceptive.
I do as he says, working his length all the way to the back of my throat, only backing off when I’m about to gag, repeating the process without my eyes looking up. The wetness between my legs saturates my panties. It doesn’t take long for me to trail a path with my fingers from my knee up the inside of my thigh until I meet wet lace, and when I do, he groans, “Fuck, baby, you takin’ care of yourself while tendin’ to your man?” That’s exactly what he is—my man. For a month now, we’ve been hiding in broad daylight and looking for some place to cover by night. I’ve been lying when I’m supposed to be in class. My parents have zero idea that I switched to online, not only for the man in front of me but also for myself. Just like I am for him, he’s for me. I’m not the older sister who’s supposed to be the leader, an example for my younger brother, who is destined to do his own thing outside of the club, which is what it is, but I see the look in dad’s eyes, betraying every word he says about only wanting his kids to be happy. The pressure is too much; add in the fact that I feel so freaking stupid when it comes to college and the dreams of becoming a lawyer, helping our family out like Sedona does with her becoming a doctor. All I want is this moment, where my mind can shut down, the two of us taking from each other because I know I’ll get more than my fingers that are currently slipping the fabric to the side as I strum across my clit.
“Hmm,” I moan against his cock, feeling his body ripple beneath my hand that’s clutching his thigh, moving it until I’m cupping his ass, attempting to pull him closer, knowing that I’m going to swallow the second I feel him come down my throat.
“Fuck, yeah. Get there, Collins, take my cum while you come with me.” His head drops back, muscles convulsing as he holds himself together. I slide two fingers inside my center, knowing what this does to not only him but to myself as well. Anytime I give or receive pleasure, it sends my body into sensation overload. His hands tighten in my hair, my body locks up, and when I feel the first spurt splash the back of my throat, I dig deeper and somehow overcome the gagging sensation that usually occurs, holding him in the back of my throat as I convulse around him. I didn’t get to my orgasm like he demanded; I was too worried about making sure he came. I already know he’ll take care of me. One would look at us and think that’s what our relationship is all about. He’s five years older than me, way more worldly than I’ve ever been, but that’s not what this is about at all.
In fact, I’m pretty sure the ‘L’ word is involved when it comes to both of us; we just haven’t said that word yet. The reason why, well, that’d be because the man in front of me, spurting his cum down my throat, the greedy woman that I am swallowing it all, well, it’s Ice, and if my daddy ever found out the things we’ve done and continue doing, let’s just say a shallow grave would be dug for Ice, and I’m bound and determined for that not to happen.