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Authors: Jenika Snow

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She shrugged but didn’t respond right away.

“He needs to know, Callie, because it’s not right. I
agreed to let you be the one because you asked, but if he isn’t told I’ll do
it.” He sat there, staring at her and seeing that she was growing increasingly
uncomfortable by the way she was fidgeting. He didn’t know how to put her at
ease, though. The truth was he felt awkward as hell over all of
this,
and guilty on top of that.

“I know, Lucien, but right now isn’t the best time.
I’m sure you’d agree.”

He nodded.

She looked at him again, shifted on the couch so she
was facing him fully, and exhaled loudly. “Well, that was all. I just wanted to
say thank you again. But once this is all said and done I’ll tell him.” Lucien
inhaled, turned his head to exhale again, but kept his gaze on Callie. “Do me a
favor.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay.”

He took one more hit, and then turned to snub the
cigarette out in the ashtray sitting on the table beside him. He stared at her
for a prolonged moment and then said, “Don’t ever put yourself in that position
again, Callie.” He leaned forward, so close that he could feel her body heat,
and practically smell the nervousness that poured out of her. “You’re a
beautiful, smart young woman, Callie, and you knew better than to get involved
in shit like that. You could have been raped or killed, do you understand?”

She nodded slowly. “I know. I was having a bad
night, and I know it wasn’t an excuse, but it was how I dealt with it. I’m so
thankful I have someone like you in my life.” She reached out and placed a hand
on his. He tensed at the touch and pulled his hand away quickly. She cleared
her throat and looked nervous again. “I’m sorry.”

He stared into her eyes, ones that were the exact
same shade of blue as Kink’s, and cursed internally. “Just
don’t
fucking do it again.”

She nodded again, her eyes wide, frightened almost.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt, Callie, because
if someone fucked with you…” He held her gaze with his own for several long
seconds. “...I’d kill them.” He said it deadly still. “Because you and I both
know that if someone hurt you, this whole fucking club would draw blood because
of it.” He heard her swallow, but he needed to get away from her, because his
emotions were raw right now. “Be careful from now on.” He got up, headed toward
his room, and grabbed a club girl that passed him in the hallway. Right now he
needed a willing woman to help get this anger, frustration, and self-loathing
out of him. Right now he needed a good, raw, hate fuck, and this club woman
that was already rubbing her big, fake tits on him, was going to help him with
that.

Chapter Eleven

 

Here Cookie was, sprawled out in Kink’s bed,
her legs spread, and his massive shoulders wedged between them. He had his
hands on her thighs, his mouth on her pussy, and was sucking the hell out of
her. She loved the little growly sounds he made, like he couldn’t get enough of
the taste of her. Some might think it was strange that she was so comfortable
with Kink after only just getting involved with him, and after the crap she had
endured during her life, but she grasped onto this feeling of completeness.

“Come on, baby, give me one more while I have
my face buried between your pretty thighs.”

And then she was moaning out in pleasure. When
the second orgasm faded Cookie breathed out. She couldn’t catch her breath,
couldn’t even concentrate as she tried to get her bearings.

“Tell me, Bailey.”

She loved that he interchanged the names he
called her.

“Tell me you want me to take you.” The thing
about Kink was that he was so very dominant, so alpha, that she couldn’t help
but surrender her body to him. He never let her down, always gave her more than
she could handle, and she found herself begging for more. He murmured against
her sensitive flesh again, and she sighed.

“I want you any way you’ll give it to me,
Kink.”

He rested his head on her inner thigh, his
warm breath teasing her folds. She wanted, no,
needed
to feel him inside of her.

He settled his body on top of hers and placed
his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her head closer. Their lips were
inches apart now, so close that it was maddening how much she wanted him to
kiss her. She could see the glistening wetness on his lips, and loved that his
mouth was swollen and glossy because he had been pleasuring her.

“Everything about you makes me so fucking hot
I can’t even breathe, baby.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really
kissing her, but tempting her all the same. He pulled back slightly, and she
ran her tongue along her bottom lip, tasting herself. Cookie wanted so much
more from him.

“All I have to do is think about you and my
dick gets rock-fucking-hard.” He ran his tongue along her top lip. “Nothing
helps ease the ache.”

Although she knew he was leaving tonight for
club business, and although he didn’t go into details with her about it, she
knew he was going to exact revenge on the church that had hurt everyone. She
was scared for him and wanted to spend time with him, because for all she knew
he could die tonight. But she wasn’t going to bring up why she was upset, or
that she was so frightened for him.

She trembled as he spoke softly. He replaced
his lips with his tongue and ran it across her bottom lip now. She closed her
eyes and absorbed the sensations.

“You smell so damn good, taste so fucking
good.” He ran his fingers down her side. “Your hesitation and desire are like a
drug to me, Cookie, like a high I can’t live without.” He pressed his mouth
gently against hers before moving it to the shell of her ear. A moment of
silence passed, and then he whispered, “And your pussy is the sweetest thing
I’ve ever tasted. You’re so soft down there, warm and wet, and so damn pink.”
He groaned out the last word.

Her blood pressure spiked, and a flush spread
throughout her whole body. Her arousal slowly trickled out of her pussy and
made a trail down the crease of her ass. She didn’t have time to feel
embarrassment over the latter, because Kink slipped his fingers between her
legs and stroked her until her legs shook on their own.

He growled in her ear. “If not for my
self-control I’d be fucking you right now, hard and fast, and listening to you
scream
my name because I’m making you feel so damn good.” He
slipped a thick finger into her and slowly pumped it in and out. “But I want to
savor this, bring you as much pleasure as you’re bringing me.” He moved his
mouth to the pulse point at her throat while he continued to fuck her with his
finger. “You’re so wet for me, Cookie, so wet my whole hand is soaked because
of it.”

She gasped out.

“This slick little pussy is the tightest I’ve
ever felt.” He slipped another digit into her body and then another until he
was thrusting three fingers deep inside of her. He twisted his fingers inside
of her and bumped against her G-spot.

“Soon my cock is going to replace these.” He
emphasized his point by scissoring his fingers inside of her. He moved them
faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the
room. “Just the feel of your sweet little pussy sucking at these digits could
make me come, baby.”

She gripped onto his shoulders and dug her
nails into his flesh. She found herself wantonly grinding herself on him,
moving her hips up and down, and biting her lip to try to hold off from coming
a third time. She had never gotten off this many times before, but Kink was
merciless as he drew the orgasms out of her easily. He brought his thumb to her
clit and started rubbing it back and forth with expert precision. All other
thoughts or actions ceased, because in the next second she couldn’t stop herself
from climaxing. Crying out unabashedly, Cookie pumped her pussy faster and
harder on his fingers. He grunted in pleasure against her ear, but never
stopped rubbing her. She felt drained in only the best of ways, and had to push
his hand away when she became too sensitive. She could hear the almost frantic
thump-thump
of his heart, and she took
comfort in knowing that it was just as fast as hers.

There were no coherent thoughts running
through her, just mindless need that had her every cell on fire, even after
everything Kink had just given her. She opened her eyes and glanced down to see
his erection against her thigh. He was so hard for her. She flattened her hands
against his chest and gently pushed. When he was on his back she lifted up and
stared down the length of his body. Tearing her gaze from the hard length of
his cock, she stared into his eyes. Of course, he held an unreadable
expression, one that had nothing to do with the shadows playing in the room.
The man before her was hard in more ways than one, and he was leaving tonight
to do something very dangerous. The thought that this might very well be the
last time she saw him weighed heavily on her.

“Baby, stop thinking about what is not right
here and right now, okay?” he said softly, and lifted a hand to brush a lock of
her hair away.

She nodded, knowing that negative thinking
never helped a situation, and in fact only made it worse. She glanced at his
shaft and reached out to take hold of the root of it. Kink hissed when she
tried to wrap her fingers around the girth, and squeezed. A part of her wanted
to please him as much, if not more, than he had pleased her.

She didn’t wait for him to say anything, but
did notice, even in the darkened room, that he was holding onto the sheets with
a white-knuckled grip. Cookie leaned down and brought her mouth to the tip of
him. She could feel his heat and opened her mouth wider to flick her tongue
over the ridge of the tip. No noise came from him, but he was breathing heavily
enough that his abs were clenching with so much force his six-pack was standing
out in stark contrast. She wanted him to ache for her like she did for him.
Cookie ran her tongue over the flared edge and engulfed him, at least as much
as she could. The taste of him exploded in her mouth. It was salty, sweet, and
had her pussy becoming wetter for him. She groaned around him and tightened her
fingers around the base of his dick. Despite her earlier orgasms, her pussy was
drenched and her clit throbbed. She sucked him hard and deep, and when he
gripped the back of her head and started thrusting into her mouth, she knew she
had power over Kink that most didn’t. It was empowering, and she reveled in it.
His whole body was strung taut, and she knew he was going to come very soon. He
tightened his fingers in her hair, but before she could taste him fully he
pushed her back. His breathing was haggard, and the look he gave her heated her
entire body.

“On your back with your legs spread, baby.”
When she did what he said she watched his expression waver for a moment. His
gaze dipped between her spread thighs, and he let out a gruff sound. “Jesus,
baby.” He ran a hand over his mouth. “I want to be inside of you so fucking
bad.” He slid his gaze to her, and a mask of composure covered his expression
instantly. “Tell me you want my cock in you. Tell me how much you want me to be
with you.”

She had come to learn in this short time that
he liked hearing her say these things, and she realized she loved saying them
to him.

“Fucking
tell
me,
Cookie, tell me to own it because you freely give yourself to me.
Because you’re mine.”

Oh, God.
His words were like gasoline on a fire. It was like he knew exactly
what to say to have her on the precipice of climax. “Be inside of me, Kink.
Make me yours, and own me because I am freely giving myself to you.”

In the next instant his hard body was
blanketing hers. He took her mouth in a searing kiss, and she wrapped her hands
around his neck, pulling him closer. Cookie’s pussy convulsed on its own as the
weight of him pushed her into the mattress. He was so much bigger than she was,
and his strength was immense. It was hard not to take that into account every
time she was with him. But for her there was only Kink, this MC member that
didn’t take shit from anyone, who was coarse and crude, hard and unforgiving
with others, but with her showed a gentler side. He made her feel like she
didn’t need to have fear when she was with him, and that she was a stronger
person than she gave herself credit for her. How strange that she could feel
this powerfully for a man that was still so new in her life.
. She
had been the one that decided to
take this to the next level, and she wasn’t going to sit around and worry about
all of the bad things that could happen.

“Make me yours, Kink,” she said between
kisses, and he groaned out.

He clasped her wrists in one of his hands and
brought them above her head. He had told her all the kinky things he liked to
do, which was why he was given the nickname by the club. And although one day
she wanted to be able to experience everything he had to give in that respect,
right now this was enough. She gripped the cold, hard bars of his headboard. A
ghost of a smile flittered across his face, as if her act of submission pleased
him. When he moved his hands over her collarbones and down to her breasts she
closed her eyes and arched her back. Yes, that was what she needed, what she
wanted and craved. She yearned to feel his callused hands scrape over her
flesh, for him to truly show her what it meant to be cared for in the most
primal of ways. He tweaked her nipples, massaged the mounds, and brought a
flush of heat to her chest. But the actions he delivered to her were soft,
gentle, and didn’t have this frantic need pulsing inside of her. It was a slow
and steady thump in her body, filing her, claiming her, and bringing her to
heights she had never even thought were possible. A wave of lust slammed into
her so hard it took her breath away. This wasn’t just about having sex, but
about giving Kink a part of herself that she had never given to anyone before.

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