SOULLESS (Black Thorns, #2) (23 page)

Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I tug ‘em down slowly. I hear her panting with anticipation as I draw it out on purpose to drive her crazy. Rox hates waiting. She’s got no patience—or self-control, especially when it comes to fucking.

Well, she’s gonna get a lesson right the hell now.

When I finally pull her panties off her ankles, I bunch ‘em in my hand and lean over her, my breath hot on her neck. “You know, I still ain’t got you back for cuffing me in my office.”

She gasps. “I—”

“Open your mouth,” I command, cutting her off.

She does as I tell her and I fill her sweet mouth with her panties. “No more talkin’ now.”

I sit back behind her and gaze at her tight little ass. “Consider this your payback, babe.”

She lifts her head, tryin’ to figure out what I’m gonna do.

I slap her left cheek hard, enough for her to feel the burn. She cries out through the gag.

“Head down.”

She hesitates.

I slap her right cheek. “Now.”

She gets the message and does as she’s told this time.

I press my hand to her pussy. Warm and already so damn wet. “You’re dripping, babe. Mmm…I love how you’re always so desperate for me. My cock. My tongue.” I slide my finger along the length of her pussy real slow. “My fingers.”

I spread her lips apart with my fingers, exposing her sweet pussy, making her nice and vulnerable.

Then I tease her with my index finger, circling over and over again, avoiding her clit.

She moans out and squirms.

“Keep still,” I tell her, giving her ass another slap. “No moving. You’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

I dip my head and blow lightly on her clit, keeping up the tease with my fingers. I do it again and again ‘til she’s screaming into her gag with frustration.

I pull my fingers away and sit back, admiring her sweet pussy dripping for me.

I unbuckle the belt of my jeans and free my aching cock. Grabbing her ass, I rub it through her folds. She moans out. “Yeah, you like me rubbing my cock all over you, babe? You want me to fuck you with it, fuck you so hard and deep you can’t fucking see straight?”

She groans into the gag.

“Yeah, I know you do.”

I press the head to her entrance and slide in an inch. And then I pull out. In again. Out.

She tries to thrust back then, breaking position.

I lean over her and pull out the gag. “You know how bad that was, Rox? Told you to stay still.”

“I…I couldn’t. I tried,” she pants. “Please, Neil.”

“Please what?”

“I need to come. Stop torturing me.”

“Why you think I’m torturing you?”

“Because I cuffed you in your office. I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry. Please, Neil. Let me come. Fuck me.”

Damn. Her words are so fucking hot.

“Ain’t nothing hotter than hearing you beg like this, Rox.
That’s
why I’m doing it, cuz you know how to beg me so fucking well. Such a goddamn turn on.”

I dip my index finger inside her and she almost bucks off the damn bed. This time I drive deep and angle it inside her, hitting that sweet spot that drives her crazy.

“Oh God. Yes!” she screams.

I finger fuck her for a while, letting her get a taste of what she wants.

And then I pull out.

She cries out and curses me.

That’s my girl.

I press my throbbing cock hard to her pussy and grind against her. She bucks against me, desperate for the friction.

I draw my index finger, drenched in her juices, ‘round her asshole.

She gasps.

“Yeah. I know you like it here.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs.

I tease the tight little hole. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Yes! Please!”

“Say it. I wanna hear the dirty words outta your mouth.”

I push in slightly and hold my finger there.

“Fuck, Neil!”

“Say it.”

I slide in a little deeper.

“God! Yes! Please! Please fuck my ass!”

“Good girl.”

I grab my cock with my free hand and plunge inside her, driving balls deep in her tight pussy, right as I slide my finger into her ass, beyond knuckle deep.

The sight of my cock
and
finger buried deep inside her, her hips bucking against me wildly, and her screaming like a wild animal, is all too fucking much.

I lose control and start fucking her hard and fast, my finger and cock working her over in the rough, dirty way I know gets her off more than anything else.

“Ah! Yes, Neil! I’m gonna come!”

I grab hold of her hair with my free hand and jerk her head back. My lips devour hers, taking her in an animalistic kiss—teeth, lips and tongue clashing frantically.

Jesus Christ. Dunno if I can hold it.

And then I feel her clamp down ‘round my cock.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” I grit out, breaking our kiss as she screams through her orgasm.

Her pussy pulses ‘round me, sending jolts of pleasure ripping through me.

And that’s it.

I come inside her, grunting in pure ecstasy as her pussy keeps milking my cock.

“Ah, fuck.”

I collapse onto the bed and pull her on top of me, wrapping my arms ‘round her. “You okay?”

Glazed eyes gaze down at me and she grins. “Mmm…amazing. Let’s never stop doing it like that.”

“Never will, babe.”

She murmurs happily and buries her face in my chest.

This woman is all I’ve ever needed. Lying here with her in my arms, day in and day out, is my idea of heaven on earth. I wish we never had to move from this position. Just stay here for a goddamn eternity.

Yeah, that’s heaven, all right.

Chapter 26

~Roxana~

A loud, aggressive knock at the door startles me awake.

I try to sit up, but Neil’s arms around me, stop me. He’s holding me so tightly with both his arms and his legs that I can’t move at all.

“Neil?”

He groans and opens his eyes. He flashes me a sleepy smile. “You look so cute right now.”

“What? Why?”

“Your bed hair. Your sleepy eyes. And you being stuck in my hold. Sometimes that big mouth of yours has me forgetting how small and cute you actually are.”

“Hey! Shut up!” I struggle to free one of my arms to slap him with, but he holds firm, grinning at me. “Neil! Let go!”

“Like hell. I know that look. You’re gonna punch me, or some shit. Nah, you just stay right here.” He rubs his head softly on my naked right boob. “Besides, these make the best pillows.”

I roll my eyes. “Wow. You’re so romantic.”

“Romance, huh? Never took you for the type, Rox. You want that?”

I shrug.

“That mean
‘yes’
?”

I blow out a breath as another aggressive knock reverberates on the door. “Like we have the time.”

He releases me and shakes his head, not pleased about the interruption either. He sits up and swings his legs over the bed. As he snatches up his boxers from the floor, he tells me, “After this shit’s over with Kent, I’ll
make
the time, if that’s what you want.”

“Really?”

He pulls on his boxers and turns to face me as he starts pulling on his jeans. “Yeah. Gotta keep my
fiancé
happy, right?” he says, winking at me.

I grin back at him. “Right.”

He grabs the bed covers and pulls them up over me, right up to my chin, and tucks them in around me.

“Neil!” I protest, because I can barely move as he’s pulled the duvet around me so tightly.

“Uh uh,” he tells me. “Keep it there. Boys are like a bunch of nosy old bitches sometimes and I don’t want ‘em seeing nothing. You’re
my
girl. For my eyes only.”

I laugh. What else can I do? It’s pretty ridiculous, but also sweet, as I know it’s coming from a protective place with him, rather than a controlling one.

He grabs his shirt off the floor and puts it on as he crosses to the door.

As soon as he opens it, two of the boys stumble in. They’d obviously been leaning against the door before Neil had opened it so suddenly.

It’s Runner and Smiter, with Grit just behind them.

Runner’s eyes widen as he sees me in the bed. “Rox,” he says with a flirtatious grin.

“Get back, dick head!” Neil snarls at him, slamming his hand into his chest and knocking him back through the open door and out of my line of vision.

“Sorry,” Smiter says, his eyes on anything but me. “That asshole pushed me.” He points out the door to Runner who I still can’t see, because Neil is now in full caveman-mode. He grabs Smiter and pushes him back into the corridor, blocking the doorway with his body so they can’t see
his girl
in a compromising position. I’m not really sure how compromising it really is. I’m currently more covered up right now, thanks to Neil’s duvet work, than I’d ever be in any outfit I was wearing.

“This better be good, Grit,” I hear Neil say.

“It’s ‘bout Dealer.”

That has me reacting instantly and calling out, “My dad? What is it?”

Neil turns his head towards me and says, “Nothing, babe. It’s all good. Nothing to worry ‘bout.”

Before I can get another word out, he’s walking out with the boys and shutting the door behind him.

And he just lied to me.

Again.

He lied to me a few hours ago when I asked him about my dad then, too.

Things aren’t okay.

Something is very wrong and he’s keeping it from me.

Shit. What the hell has happened?

***

“You sure you don’t wanna tell her, Ax?” Smiter asks me for the goddamn
second
time. Like, really? Am I gonna change my fucking mind in the space of the ten minutes we’ve been discussing this?

“Do I wanna tell my pregnant girl some shit that’ll have her freaking the fuck out and heading headlong into danger? No, I fucking don’t! You know how she gets.” My anger quickly breaches the surface as memories of her being in danger before and the results of that start hitting me in a rush of hellish flashes. I smash my fist down on my desk and roar, “I ain’t losing her or this kid. Not again. I ain’t doing it. Only way to make sure of it is to keep her in the dark ‘bout shit going on this time. Keep her safe. You fucking feel me on that, Smiter?” I take my eyes off him and glare hard at Runner and Grit in turn. “You two feel me?”

Grit nods. Runner holds up his hands in surrender.

Smiter murmurs, “Yeah. Got it.”

“You better. I know how close you two are. If she finds out, you better believe I’ll rip your fucking head off.”

“Ax,” Grit says, laying a hand on my shoulder. “It’s all good now. You wanna take a moment? I know this shit’s right deep into personal territory for you. Be a lot for anyone to take.”

Experience weren’t the only reason I made Grit VP when I became Prez. It’s cuz his temperament is the direct opposite of mine. The guy’s the calm to my storm. And when shit goes down, he’s the one I need there bringing me back from the edge. He’s the main one outta all the boys who don’t antagonize me further and, instead, helps me to keep my temper in check.

It’s exactly what he’s tryin’ to do now. Problem is, I’m already off the reservation from what the boys have just reported to me.

Kent’s made a major move; a move that has him coming after
everything
important to me. Rox, my boys, the club and…Dealer.

Guess it’s time to stop ignoring the way things really are when it comes to Dealer. Yeah, he pisses me off with his interfering sometimes.
But
the guy’s had my back.

And more than that…he’s become close…like family to me.

Ah, fuck. It’s more than that. The truth is, he’s like a goddamn
father
to me.

And now he’s in deep shit.

Kent has him. He’s calling me and the club out.

“Nah,” I say, scrubbing a hand over my face. “I’m good. Let’s talk this out.”

“All right. What
you
thinking first, Prez?” Grit asks. “War meet’s set up, but gotta figure out which way we wanna go beforehand.”

“We know where he’s holding him, thanks to a couple of our contacts,” Smiter says.

Yeah, we fucking do. That warehouse.

It’s where Kent tortured me a few years back.

He’s holding Dealer in the same building.

We never bothered checking out that location when we were looking for Kent, cuz he abandoned the place ages ago. Never figured he’d go back to it.