“I can’t.” My eyes fill with tears. He gently turns me round, and I close my eyes, a lone tear sliding along my cheek.
“Open your eyes.”
I shake my head and let out a little whimper as emotions wrack my body. He wipes at the tears that now cascade down my face and kisses my head tenderly.
“I’m sorry. It’s just seeing you like that when you’re mine got me all kinds of crazy.”
I open my eyes and look at him, and I see the remorse in his gaze. He places a stray hair behind my ear before continuing. He sighs heavily and looks down to the floor.
“I need to know when this was, Red.”
“It was ages ago. I didn’t even realise he was recording me.”
He exhales loudly as if he had been holding his breath for an eternity.
“Thank fuck for that.” I frown at him, wondering why Darius recording me was a relief to him. He laughs at my lost expression.
“I thought you’d been fucking him behind my back.” Realisation hits me, and I lean up and kiss him affectionately. Who knew this big bad biker would have insecurities over me?
“Never. I’m yours, Rock. Remember, you said there was no going back.”
He smiles. “You’re certainly right there, Red. But this bastard can’t get away with this. No fucker messes with you and walks away,” he spits.
I place my hands on his chest, trying to calm him. “You can’t, Rock. I can’t lose you to him. He can’t get his own way anymore. We have to do this properly. Let’s take it to the Pres,” I rationalise. I can’t have this fucker going all Rambo and lose him forever. It’s the first time in my life I’ve been happy, that I’ve felt secure.
His jaw twitches as he contemplates my suggestion. “Nobody sees that video though. That body right there is for my eyes only. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal clear. It’s not as if I want anyone else to see my tits bouncing around, is it?” I ask sarcastically.
He raises his brow at me and grabs my arse, pulling me closer. “You better fucking not,” he whispers before devouring my mouth. He roughly pushes me up against the wall and his hand roams down my naked frame, causing my body to breakout in goosebumps. He rests his forehead against my own, catching his breath, my lips bruised from our kiss. My tongue darts out, licking my lips in anticipation. I look down to his cock standing proudly, ready for another round, then I slide to my knees. I look up at him before grabbing the base of his shaft. He hisses at my touch, resting one hand against the door frame as his other grabs the back of my head roughly. I lick my lips suggestively, my own wetness seeping between my legs.
I run my tongue over the head of his cock, teasing him before taking him into my mouth. He tugs on my hair and a shiver runs down my spine. I hollow my cheeks eagerly, taking him right to the back of my throat. Knowing I’m bringing him to the edge has me turned-on even more. He looks down at me through hooded eyes as I take him as deep as I can, then he pulls at the roots of my hair. I groan against his cock, and the vibration must add to his ecstasy because I feel him swell before he releases his seed into the back of my throat. I swallow hungrily as I suck him dry. His chest heaves as he pulls me to my feet.
“That was fucking incredible, Red,” he pants before pulling me in and kissing me as if I’m his last meal. The moisture pools between my legs as he reaches down and rubs it into my thighs. Grabbing me by the backside, he lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him as his cock slips between my folds, the friction causing me to throw my head back against the door. His cock glides effortlessly into my hungry pussy, and he pushes me against the door with such velocity, I know there will be a bruise come morning, but right now, I don’t care. I need everything he’s going to give me and more.
He holds me with one arm and reaches the other between us, applying slight pressure to my clit as he rubs circles against it, building that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. My legs begin to shake around him as I chase my release.
“That’s it, my queen, let it all go,” he praises as I come apart around his cock.
ROCK
Watchingthat video on her phone made me a different level of crazy. The thought of her with any other man makes my blood boil. Then discovering that filthy bastard had this recording of her and was using it to get her to come back to him makes me want to kneecap the fucking prick. I storm into Pres’s office, though I would much rather have just jumped on my bike and made my way over to the courthouse where he works. But I made a promise to Red, and I won’t break her trust—it’s been broken enough over the years she spent with that arsehole.
“Don’t fucking knock, will you,” he grumbles from behind his desk as I throw myself on the sofa. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
“Pres, I need your help,” I mumble, running my hands over my worn face.
“Well, what do you need?”
I throw the phone onto his desk. “Press play.”
His jaw ticks as he watches back what Darius sent her. “What the fuck is this?” he snaps, placing the phone back on the desk.
“He sent it this morning, told her if she doesn’t go back, he’ll be releasing it to the world.” I ball my fists in my lap. “I want permission to fuck him over, Pres.”
Drifter shakes his head at me. “Not a fucking chance.”
“Pres, I’m fucking serious. She’s my ol’ lady. This wanker can’t get away with this shit,” I shout as I stand abruptly. “I was only asking outta respect, but if I have to do this shit on my own, I fucking will.”
