(Trigger warning: This story contains drug use and explicit adult content.)
**MARLOWE**
A light flush of sweat coated my skin for I needed a fix, and I needed it badly, so when Auriella held out the pills in her hand, I took them from her without question, quickly swallowing them with a drink from my bottled water.
"Your dad wants you in the room tonight, he said you have a request," she told me, watching me recap the bottle.
I grimaced. "Do I have to? You know what happened the last time."
She gave a small snort. "Of course you do," she quipped, her tone that of disbelief I was even asking.
At fifty-two, Auriella was my dad's ol' lady, as well our House Mother, and it was her job to make sure everything ran smooth within the compound, as well the clubhouse, and just like my dad, she ruled it all with an iron hand.
I'd seen her beat the shit out of some of the girls for a simple eye roll when they didn't like what they had been told to do.
I didn't like Auriella much, and she didn't like me, but out of all the ol' ladies Dad had had, I guess I liked her the most. However, she was still just another in a line of many. Dad was a viral man, and women had always seemed to flock to him.
I suppose it had something to do with who he was. Stye Mills—my dad—was the president of our Charter; The Sons of Morning Star, and as such, I'd seen some pretty damn bloody fights between the biker mamas over him.
I'd never known my mom, as she had died giving birth to me, and life hadn't been easy because of it. Many of Dad's ol' ladies had tried playing Mom, or my best friend to me, but I had seen through their bullshit. I wasn't stupid.
That's the only good thing I could say about Auriella, she didn't pretend to be anyone but who she was, and though I was respected by the members as the club's president's daughter, I was still nonetheless part of the stable—dancers, prostitutes and topless waitresses—and she treated me as such.
Most times I served the bar, but tonight it appeared I'd be working in the back, so ten minutes later with the drugs cruising through my system, I found myself standing before the door of my private room.
I'd been assigned this one, and though I didn't know why I was the only one who worked in this particular room, I'd never voiced the question. I learned long ago you didn't question anything Dad said or did.
In fact, this was the only room I did work in. I didn't dance on stage, nor entertain in the other private rooms as most of the girls did. Yet, again, I hadn't questioned it, I was just thankful I didn't. Nevertheless, that didn't take away the nerves I was now working with.
After drawing several deep breaths, I readied myself for dealing with the man inside. Well, not actually me, but rather my stage persona, Mystique, was preparing, and she—well, fuck—I, was scared shitless about it.
I hated finding myself in this position again. The last time I entertained, barely three weeks ago, I'd sworn I'd never do it again after I'd endured a beating; the guy had damn near killed me. Thinking about it now, I realized I hadn't seen the prospect around since then.
As I tried to stop the slight tremors that raced through my frame, I smoothed the boy style shorts that bared my lower ass cheeks, then reaching up, I plumped my boobs in the matching bra-styled top. With a resigned sigh, I pushed a small button on the wall next to the door and started my introduction music. Afterward, hand on the doorknob, I twisted it and stepped into the room.
The low throb of music greeted me, its low pulse echoing within my body, and placing my butt against the door, I pushed it shut. As I did so, my eyes landed on the man in the chair. He sat low in the seat, his legs stretched out before him, ankles crossed. But at my entrance, he raised his head, then, with slow movements, sat the tumbler in his hand onto the tabletop beside the chair.
Afterward, uncrossing his ankles, he straightened, peering in my direction. The dim lighting in that section of the room kept me from making out his features, but I could feel his eyes on me as his scent surrounded me, enveloping me within its allure—a mixture of spice and something...something musky and intoxicating: essentially male. A scent I knew well. I gave a small groan, a sudden flood of desire washing through me.
Torin Montero had been gone for the last three days making a run, and I was happy to know he was back and safe. The runs were always dangerous and some of the guys didn't always make it back. Rivalry between our MC and some of the other clubs always made for nasty business situations.
There were a shitload of good looking men in this club, but Torin was the only one I'd ever wanted so badly, that as a teenager, I'd spent many nights having erotic dreams about him. He was, as well, the only man outside of my dad and my brother, Dillon, that had ever held my heart.
Suddenly, I wanted nothing to do with this. I didn't want Torin seeing me like this: strung out and dancing in a sex room for whatever man paid my dad enough money. I wasn't a whore, but taking off my clothes for total strangers made me feel as though I were. Yet, I knew I couldn't refuse if Torin did request that I undress for him, because Auriella would beat my ass if I didn't.
As the first dance song on my soundtrack began to echo about the room, I heard the low, thick cadence of Torin's voice. "Dance for me, princess."
The time for escape had passed, and I drew in a deep breath. The throb of the music kept time with the pulse beating between my legs. As I stepped forward, I made my way over to Torin, then I began sliding my fingertips across his left collarbone and onto his shoulder.
With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder, afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone.Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again.As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest. Then, without so much as a pause in my actions, I lowered myself toward the floor. In a slight squat, I maintained the position for several seconds, moving my hips to the beat before easing my way back up. Once again standing and with slow deliberateness, I let my knees brush his crotch, my breasts hovering near his face. Seconds later and with a seductive move, I pl
At our appearance in the hallway, Darius Moss, one of the prospects, came charging toward us. Torin continued plowing forward, shoving him out of the way as he snarled, "Get the fuck out of the way Darius before I knock your ass out!"As we passed by Darius when he hastily stepped out of the way, Darius exclaimed, "What the fuck, Tor? What the hell are you doing? Stye ain't gonna be happy, man!""Fuck Stye," Torin snarled as he slammed his way through the exit door.~TORIN~It had been hard as fuck not to burn the club down after I'd gotten Marlowe out and brought her to my room. It wasn't as if I hadn't known what she did. Fuck, I'd been trying to convince myself for the last few weeks not to go into that fucking room. To stay the hell away from it. However, when I had gotten back from the run, I'd given in to that weakness and requested she dance for me. And God, how she'd made me want her—not like I hadn't forever it seemed anyway. I'd told myself just this once I'd enjoy her danc
The following thirty-six hours were pure hell. Torin tried to make me feel better, as I shook, cried, cramped, screamed, cursed, as well suffered through horrible bouts of diarrhea and vomiting. But I did nothing but snarl, bitch, whine, and complain. Three days after the worst year of my life, I was finally beginning to feel half-human again, when the smell of food cooking hit me square in the face. My stomach churned once again, and turning, my hand covering my mouth, I bolted toward the bathroom.Despite my vain effort, halfway down the hall, the contents of my stomach gave up its struggle. Falling to my knees, I vomited, then completely collapsed to the floor. As I lay in my own puke, I was unable even to find the will to pick myself up out of it. Once again feeling disgusted with myself for having fallen so far from the dreams I'd once held. Tears of shame began to trickle down my cheeks as I curled into a ball, but at the thud of Torin's boot heels on the floor coming toward
At the sensation, shrill whimpers of pleasure escaped me, the sound causing him to feast upon me until I was almost mad with the need for release. Once again rising, he molded us, belly to back. Then, reaching around me, he penetrated my slick opening with a finger, slowly beginning to pump it in and out as he groaned, "Fuck, baby, you're soaked." After a few seconds of pleasuring with one finger, he slipped in a second. The feelings he was creating within me were too much, and I pushed down on his fingers burying him deeper within me. The tingles of my orgasm rippled up and out from my core, causing me to utter a scream of pure ecstasy. Afterward, calming, I found myself thankful for the wall and the strong body holding me up. Breathless and still tingling from the mind-shattering orgasm, I could feel the quivering in my legs and knew they wouldn't have supported me. The thrumming inside the feminine heart of me continued as I rested the side of my face against the cool wetness o
The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. Confusion swamped through me as I climbed off the mattress, then made my way out of Torin's room and toward my own.After softly closing the door behind me, I made my way over to my dresser and pulled out clean panties, a tank top, and a pair of shorts. Once dressed, I hurried from my room and toward the kitchen. As I entered the room's large expanse, I was happy to see the only one occupying it was Crystal. Over the rim of her coffee cup, she eyed me, amusement and a knowing look written on her features. Smiling at me, she greeted me with a chuckle in her voice. "Good Morning, Marlowe. Did you have an enjoyable night's sleep?""Morning, Chrys," I returned, giving her a curious look at seeing her lips twitch with held back laughter. What's with her? I mused, giving my head a small shake.The sound of bike's revving their engines filtered into the kitchen as I moved about, preparing myself a cup of coffee. There was always some kind of noise a
Brows drawn in a slight frown, I flicked the ring in my lip with my tongue. After a few seconds, I gave a slight shrug, and turned away from the mirror. Making my way toward the door.As I stepped outside, the deep-throated rumble of a bike reached my ears as it headed down the street in my direction. As the driver slowed the bike, he pulled it into a small, vacant space before me, coming to a standstill. The fit was tight, as it wasn't really a parking spot at all, rather, space between two parked vehicles.With a shake of my head, a grin slid across my lips and I allowed my eyes to roam over the helmetless man sitting before me. The fact he was without the head covering didn't surprise me. Dangerous as hell—yes—but not surprising.James Anderson, AKA, Rook, was one fine looking son of a bitch. His features were rugged, his hair, a deep, rich black, was cropped close to his head. His skin held a natural olive tint, not unusual for someone with his hair coloring and his eyes were a s
As I shook myself from my thoughts, I glanced around at my surroundings, realizing we were way the hell out in the middle of bum-fuck Egypt! Nonetheless, we kept moving forward in between Eucalyptus trees that smelled like cat piss, on a path that looked no more than a freaking cow trail, until finally we'd reached an opening.Abruptly my jaw dropped. "Oh, hell no!" escaped my mouth as I peered at what had to be the largest orgy known to man, and I wanted nothing to do with it!Rook slowed his bike, then came to a stop, parking within a mass of other bikes, and I found myself growling, "No! NO WAY! Just turn this bike around— right the fuck now—and take me the hell away from here!"Climbing off, Rook looked at me as I continued to sit, my ass glued to the seat. A grin stole across his lips and he gave a small shake of his head. "Relax, Cookie, will ya? Ain't a soul here gonna touch you without your say so."Glancing around again, my eyes took in both male and female in all states of d
Quickly realizing I was ogling the man, my eyes jerked up from where they'd been taking a leisurely stroll over the bulge beneath his jeans. However, I suddenly found myself sucking in a harsh breath, and taking a small step back when the man under my perusal murmured sarcastically, "So… This is your bitch, Rook?"Twin flags of anger stained my cheeks red, and my eyes lit with the fire of death. The hell-fire his words lit within me roared into an inferno, and stiffening, my hands balled into fist at my side and I lunged forward. From behind me, Rook groaned, "Oh, shit!" then hastily swooping down, he grabbed me around my thighs, before lifting me off my feet, he regained a standing position.Twisting me within his arms, he planted me firmly across his broad shoulder, before grabbing the doorknob, he jerked the door open, but not before the words, "What did you just call me, Beast?" spewed from my lips.Following us inside the clubhouse, the man I had nicknamed Beast, laughed. "Oh, ho
I stared at Rook, with a mix of fear, confusion, and a strange, inexplicable excitement."So, what does it all mean?" I asked , my voice hushed.Rook's expression grew tight, his jaw clenching as he took a step closer to me. "It means," he began, his voice low and intense, "that I have to be careful. I can't risk losing control, especially around you.""But what if you do?" I couldn't help whispering, my eyes locked with his because of my own darkness. "What if the creature inside of you takes over?"Rook's eyes searched mine, the depth of his pain reflected in the depths of his own. "Then you'll have to save me," he murmured. "As I've always tried to save you."Drawn like a magnet, I stepped closer to him. "And what if I can't? What if the darkness is where you truly belong, though?"He took a deep, unsteady breath, his gaze never leaving mine. "Then I'll have to be the one to save us both," he said, his voice a mere breath.The room around me faded away with his nearness, the warmt
Chills skittered down my spine at the woman’s words, but as she continued, dread filled my every pore. "You see, I intend to test Rook's blood lust. And who better to do that with than someone he holds so dear?"I stood frozen in the dimly lit room, my heart pounding against my chest as the realization of my dire situation sank in. Sharella, with her flowing jet-black hair and porcelain skin, seemed to embody a haunting beauty that belied the darkness within her.“Rook would never harm me,” I breathed.Sharella's face was a twisted canvas of emotions, her lips pulled into a sinister smile. Her voice carried a malevolent lilt as she spoke, sending icy tendrils down my spine. "Oh, my dear," she sneered, "harm is but a pale word to describe what he will do to you."Her eyes glimmered with an unsettling confidence, casting an ethereal glow upon her features. "You see, Rook," she said, her voice laced with an otherworldly charm, "is not quite what you believe him to be."I leaned in, my cur
~ROOK~Three Hours LaterWhen I’d entered Catriana's room, I'd had no intention of doing what I'd done. Hell no I hadn't, I'd actually come to apologize for my actions earlier, but I hadn't been expecting what I'd found when I'd pushed through the doorway, either. Fuck, I mean, Jesus Christ, what red-blooded male wouldn't have reacted the same way I had!The vision that had been before me had nearly brought me to my knees with need, the hunger I'd carried for Catriana beat strongly within my groin, causing the usual swelling behind my zipper as I'd moved toward her masturbating figure like an automated puppet before slipping into bed beside her. I was no more able to deter my next action than I could have willingly stopped breathing as I laid my hand over hers, husking for her to keep going. However, I'd quickly came undone, as shifting our hands, she pushed me backward until my back rested against the bed, then climbing on top of me, she'd began grinding against my hard-on. Sweet me
The rest of the day was a blur, the weight of Grandma's death and the looming threat of the unknown attacker pressing down on everyone at the academy. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, waiting for the next explosion of emotion or accusation.At dinner, I sat next to Keeley, my eyes darting to Rook at the head of the table. He was deep in conversation with the coven leaders, his expression serious. I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, mixed with anger and fear.The food was barely touched on my plate as I pushed it away. Keeley gave me a concerned look. "Everything okay?""No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But it will be."The evening brought a moment of reprieve as Keeley and I snuck out to the conservatory. The air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of the fountain was soothing. We sat in silence for a long time, just listening to the water and the crickets outside.Finally, Keeley broke the silence. "What are we going to do?" she as
~Cat~I awoke as the sun began poking its golden mane above the horizon and spread sleepy tendrils of orange and yellow ribbons across the sky. Rolling over I watched through tired eyes as the ribbons journeyed their way across the hard-wood floor, creeping towards where I lay, washing the room within their announcement of the new day.Within the sun's kiss, the room lightened and brightened, as a particularly persistent ribbon of light climbed up and onto the bed. It continued to methodically inch its way towards where I lay until it bathed my face in its warm golden touch, forcing me to hide beneath the spare pillow again in an effort to blot out its radiant smile. However, only a few seconds later, I found myself suffocating within the insulated heat of my own breath as the confined space around my head became overbearingly warm and stifling.Letting out a low, frustrated groan, I gave up and threw off the pillow as I pushed back the sheet and sat up. Afterward, rising, I began wip
~ROOK~Cat's words of, 'I was raped, Rook. Tied up and gagged while the bastard raped me,' were stuck in my head. My fists clenched at the memory of her tears, the fear and pain in her voice when she'd told me. I didn't believe that she didn't know who it was. Cat had been a little hellion growing up, but I knew her better than she thought. She was staying mum about her rapist for my sake, not theirs.The thought made me sick.I took a deep breath, trying to push aside the rage that was burning a hole through my chest. I had to stay focused. The coven was in mourning, and Grandmother's killer was still out there. Now was not the time for personal vendetta.Tannin had called me to see how I was doing, and the phone call had jarred the fact within me that I hadn't been to the bar in days. As such, I now found myself in my office, the music from the bar and the patrons' voices rattling through the walls.The office was a mess, a stark contrast to the well-managed chaos of the rest of the
Daniel’s words hung in the air, filled with implications that sent a shiver down my spine. Special was not a word I was used to hearing, not in a positive way at least. In the world of Anderson Academy, special usually meant something was wrong with you.I took another bite of the sandwich, buying myself time to think. "What does that even mean?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.Daniel leaned back in his chair, his eyes searching my face. "It means that you're not just a witch. You're something much more powerful. And much more feared.""And what are you?" I whispered.He smiled faintly. "I'm a guide. Someone who's been around long enough to recognize the signs. Someone who knows how to navigate the world of the supernatural without getting burned."I swallowed hard, the food sticking in my throat. "And what's the catch?" I asked, my voice barely audible.He leaned forward, his eyes intense. "The catch is that you need to trust me. You need to let me help you. Becau
Daniel reached over and gently took my hand in his. His skin was cool and smooth. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he murmured. "It's just... you have abilities, things you don't even know about. Things that make you a target. And I can help you."I couldn't help but feel a little calmer when he held my hand, even though his words only served to confuse me further. I squeezed his hand back, wanting to believe him, wanting to trust him. But the more he spoke, the more I realized that trusting him would mean giving up a part of myself, accepting a reality that I wasn't sure I could handle.The car pulled up in front of a small, unassuming apartment building in the middle of a residential neighborhood. Daniel turned off the engine and turned to look at me, his expression serious. "This is where we'll be staying for now. It's not much, but it's safe." He leaned over and pressed a button on his keychain, unlocking the doors.I hesitated before getting out of the car, still trying t
I’d been gone for two days, when I found myself sitting in a diner just off the highway, nursing a cup of bitter coffee. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and I had no idea where to go or what to do. The only thing I knew for sure was that I couldn't go back to Raleigh Academy.Shane's words echoed in my mind, his taunts and threats refusing to leave me in peace. I tried to push them away, to focus on something else, but they were always there, lurking in the shadows. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread deep in my gut.I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was nearly noon. I'd been sitting here for hours, my thoughts spinning in circles. I needed to make a decision, to figure out what to do. My options were few and far between.As I debated with myself, a figure caught my eye from the corner of my vision. A man, sitting alone in a booth across the diner. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. Something about him seemed...off. Lik