“Why are you like this? Every time I try to get close to you, you have one arm out trying to push me away.”I move her off me and place her on the sofa before I storm out of the room. I just need a moment to get myself together before I fuck it all up. Her footsteps break my concentration, and I flinch at the loud slam of the door. She’s pissed. I can’t understand why I have to tell her about the past. I don’t even want to know about my past.That shit was horrific. She doesn’t need to take on my shit. Telling her would just ruin everything. I don’t want to put that burden on her. I want to barge into the room and fuck her until she can’t see straight. It seems the only way I can make her happy is with my fuckin’ cock. Doesn’t surprise me. It’s one of two ways that people have always used me.My eyes go to the liquor cabinet. I rarely drink, but right now I want to drown in the bottle of Jack and hope that I pass out and don’t have to deal with any of this shit. Soft moans interrupt my
“Who’s are you?”She doesn’t answer.I whip my fingers out of her mouth and wrap my hand around her jaw, holding her immobile, the trace of her saliva on my fingers now transported to her cheek. “I said, who do you belong to, slut?”Her nails dig into my shoulder, branding over the burn marks left there years ago. I welcome the sensation, revel in it. I want her marks on me, marks made from passion and desire. Marks that I want replacing all the burned flesh that has incinerated me.Her teeth tug at my earlobe before she whispers, “I belong to you.”I shove her legs apart with my knee and pierce her sweet pussy with my cock. “Mine.”My thrusts are violent, demanding, and she matches them with the same heat. My fingers pull and tug at her nipples, dousing her pleasure with slight pain.“I’m going to use all your holes until you’re too tired to walk straight. I’m gonna own you, heart, body, and soul.”Her teeth scrape against my shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”“It’s forever. T
Jackson opens the nightstand, and something silver flashes in his hand. I take a minute to register what it is. A Zippo. He holds it in his hand like most people hold a gun.Cole tugs at the chains around his neck, his grin getting wider. “Should have gone for your gun, Jackson. Pussy seems to make your brain go soft.”“What the fuck’s takin’ so long?” Another man appears, one I haven’t seen before. He’s wearing a black suit and has short black hair. He looks like an established financier, not someone you’d think would hang out with someone like Cole.“Vance, what the hell are you doing here? I’m surprised you left Carla,” Jackson says before putting his lighter back on the nightstand.“Cole and Ford called. We’ve got Ferdinand. We thought you’d like the honor, but if you don’t…”“You have my father? Where?”Cole and Jackson pass a look at each other.“Anyone gonna tell me what’s going on?” Vance asks, looking between the other two men.“Jackson here seems to have stuck his pen in Fer
She slaps me hard across the face, and I’m so fuckin’ turned on. I grab the back of her neck, my forehead connecting to hers. “You don’t want to play games with me, sweetheart. I’ll win every fuckin’ time.” I grab her leg, putting it around my hip before my cock invades her warm pussy. My hand never leaves her neck, holding her against the wall. She slaps at me again. I smirk at her, which seems to infuriate her.She slaps at me a third time, but she never once asks me to stop. Stop isn’t what she is thinking as her eyes dilate and she lets out a moan through her perfect pink lips. “You’re so wet and ready for me, baby. Fight it all you want, but you're mine. You want me more than anything else in this world, just like I want you.”She slaps me again, harder than before. I let go of her neck and slap her face gently, hearing her moan. Her cunt clenches on my cock like a damn vise. She’s as crazy as I am. The girl actually gets turned on from the slap. I’ve never hit a woman before. It
I stop just outside the living room. Jackson, Cole, Vance, and Ford have their heads together, their voices low.“You sure you can trust her?” Vance asks.“You sure you can trust Carla?” Jackson spits out.“She’s my wife, motherfucker. Of course I trust her.”“Don’t pull your shit with me, Vance. She was a random girl you saw at the club one night, and that was it. You claimed her as yours and didn’t care how insane you became because of it. I was there when you chopped off a dude’s finger ’cause he touched her elbow. One look at her, and you’d claim her as your ride or die. Ashley is mine. None of you fuckers are to scare or intimidate her. You give her the same level of respect you give me. Got it?”The three of them exchange tense looks. I don’t want Jackson to lose his family because of me.“If you say she’s in, then she’s in,” Cole says. “I’ll always have your back.”The other two nod, which seems to satisfy Jackson.“So who’s watching him at the warehouse?” Jackson asks.“Tony a
“What? You two are pretty fuckin’ disgusting. All this lovey-dovey bullshit. All my boys are dropping one by one like flies.” He points a finger at Ford. “And this one is no barrel of laughs. He barely fuckin’ talks.”“I can’t wait until you find someone, asshole,” I say, my arms around Ashley’s shoulder, moving her body closer to mine.“Fat fuckin’ chance. Once you settle down, you’re fucked for life. Besides, my tastes are a little too much for most women to deal with long-term.”Vance and I stare at each other and both start laughing. “Yes, we said that too.”*****The warehouse is on the outskirts of town. Vance and I bought it years ago, thinking we’d turn it into a club. Maybe we will someday, but in the meantime, we’ve been using it to dispose of people who’d become a liability. It was a discreet place that didn’t bring about questions.As we walk in, our men circling around Vergelio, step aside. When the fucker sees my face, I can see the fear flash in his cold, calculating bl
AshleyTWO YEARS LATERMy cheeks hurt from smiling, from looking at the giant-ass rock on my ring finger. “I can’t believe we’re married.”Jackson drapes his arm around me, placing a kiss on my head. “Better believe it, baby. I signed, sealed, and delivered.”“So when are you two popping out a kid like this fool over here?” Cole asks while pointing to Vance.“Never,” Jackson and I say together.When we got married, I made it clear to him I didn’t want kids. For some, that’s a deal breaker, but I decided early in life that motherhood wasn’t for me. If I have kids, I want to do an older adoption. Kids like Jackson, Cole, and Ford once were. Children who were put into situations they had no control over needed love and guidance as much as a little baby. When I’d told Jackson, he’d lifted me off the ground, kissing me like I’d told him the secret to eternal youth.“What the fuck is taking so long?” Vance asks for the hundredth time as he twirls a blade on the waiting room table. A few of
John London looked at his watch for the seventh time in ten minutes. He hated waiting. Time was money for him, and ten minutes meant he had already lost at least a million dollars. Nobody made him lose money. It annoyed him that this guy thought he could be different. If John didn't need the goods so badly, he would have left already.The only joy in his life came from making money—more than he would ever need. Ever since he was outlawed and forced to leave his pack and never join another, his life has been all about making money.There was no higher purpose for him than making money, especially after losing everything else. Keeping a firm grip on the case beside him, he listened and sniffed for an approaching wolf. He was an alpha wolf, or he would be if he still had his rank. But it was taken from him, along with everything else.He bore the mark of an outlawed wolf. Rubbing his chest, he tried not to think about the pain the silver mark had left. There were nights he woke up scream