Sting, page 9
When I lowered my head farther, swiping my tongue through her folds, two things happened. First, Iris came unglued. She screamed and bucked, unable to decide if she liked it or not judging by the way she moved. She’d try to get away from me, then grip my hair and pull me back to her. She was a fucking wild thing under me! Second, I lost my Goddamned mind. Her sweet taste, the musky scent of her arousal combined with her uninhibited reactions set off every Alpha instinct in me. I wanted her writhing just like she was, but I had a primal need to hold her still for whatever I wanted to give her.
With a growl, I covered her pussy with my mouth, plunging my tongue inside her. If I’d thought she was confused before, this time she fought me like the hellcat I’d called her. I had to really pay attention to her to determine how much was overstimulation versus any real objection. She thrashed beneath my touch, digging her heels into the mattress and pushing away. I looped my arms around her thighs to hold her still, but I needed to make sure she was OK.
“Talk to me, Iris. You scared?”
She looked at me with wild eyes, like she wasn’t sure where she was or what she was doing. “I -- what? Why’d you stop?” There was a bite to her question and a flash in her eyes. Making her talk to me seemed to ground her and let her body catch up with her mind. Or maybe it was the other way around. Her body responded wonderfully. I thought maybe her mind got scrambled, and her instinct was to get away. It made sense when she was trying to take on adult responsibilities at such a young age. Which made me all the more determined to make sure she enjoyed herself.
Then it hit me. “Uh, Iris.” I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about this. She clawed at me, pushing my head away, then pulling me closer. “Iris!” Her eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated. She was a woman lost in her own pleasure, and I felt like a fucking idiot.
“What’s wrong? What’d I do?”
“Nothin’, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. This is all on me. I need to ask you a question. I need your full attention, and you have to be completely honest with me.” She stared at me blankly. Her eyes started to glisten with tears, and I felt doubly like shit. “Don’t do that, baby.” I brushed a finger at the corner of her eye and a tear slipped free. “I need to ask you a question, and I need you to be completely honest with me.” She nodded slightly. “You good? You back with me?”
“I was always with you.”
“No, baby. You were lost in pleasure. Right where I wanted you to be. But I can’t continue until I know when your birthday is.”
She blinked up at me. “What? You need to know this now?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face, still retaining my hold on her thighs. I could smell her arousal. Could still taste her sweet pussy. Could I really give this up after being so close to making her mine?
“Honey, tell me when your birthday is. It’s important.”
I could see the exact moment when she realized what I was talking about. Her eyes got wide and her lips parted. Florida’s consent laws said eighteen was legal. They also allowed for someone who was sixteen or seventeen to engage in sexual activities with someone no older than twenty-three. A so-called Romeo and Juliet law. At twenty-nine, I was way outside that law, which meant I’d already gone too far if she hadn’t turned eighteen.
“What’s today?” When I just looked at her, she got an impatient expression on her face and huffed out a breath. “I’ve been so worried about my sister I didn’t keep up with it!”
“It’s March seventeenth, honey.”
She sighed and smiled. “I turned eighteen three days ago. I’d offer my ID, but I’m naked, and it’s in my room.”
“Fuck.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I was so light-headed with relief I saw spots for several seconds as I rested my head on her belly.
“What? I’m legal!”
“You are, baby. You totally are.” I chuckled at my own relief. “Damned good thing too because I’m not entirely sure I could have stopped myself if you weren’t.”
“I’m not entirely sure I could have stopped myself from killing you if you did stop. Like you’ve already done.” Her tone was snippy. Her red cheeks told me she was embarrassed. Not sure if it was because of how much she wanted this -- and I knew she did -- or because she’d forgotten her own birthday. That I’d make up to her. Later.
“Well, I have no intention of fallin’ into an early grave.” I kissed her lower belly again before taking another swipe through her folds. She gasped but kept her gaze fixed on me. Yeah. I got it. I’d spooked her. Pulled her out of the moment one too many times.
“Fuck.” I kissed her belly again before crawling up her body and settling my weight between her thighs. I found her mouth with mine and kissed her for long moments. My cock was hard as fucking steel and weeping with the need to come. But I wasn’t coming anywhere but deep inside her.
This wasn’t going the way I intended this to go. It was my own fault for not securing all the information I needed before I fucking started. But, by God, I wasn’t stopping now. My dick found her entrance, and I eased the tip inside her before stopping. I didn’t push inside, just let the sensations wash over me.
“This is it, hellcat. You ready?”
Wonder spread across her face. Eyes wide, her breathing rapid, she nodded. “I feel like I’ve been ready for this my entire life, Aiden. I’ve been ready for you.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. Nodding once, I held her gaze as I slid inside her. There was no look of discomfort on her face, only that beautiful look of amazement. She reminded me of a child in that moment. I suppose she was in many respects. She’d been working for the better part of her life to be an adult. One capable of taking care of her sister when neither of them had anyone else. In doing that, she’d missed out on the joys of becoming an adult. All she knew was the labor. It was up to me to show her the fun of it.
With great care, I withdrew before moving forward again. In and out. In. Out. The longer I moved, the wider her eyes got. That overwhelming pleasure she’d been feeling before was returning to her. Doing everything in my power to coax her back to the brink, I kissed Iris as I moved inside her. Every stroke seemed to pull her deeper under my spell. Right where I wanted her.
It wasn’t long before she was panting and sweating. Just like she had been before. She clawed at my back, digging her nails into my skin like little kitten claws. Her heels dug into my ass, pulling me to her more and more aggressively until I had little choice but to bend to her wishes.
“Aiden!” She gasped my name, her body tensing and moving erratically. She thrashed her head from side to side before finally arching her back and screaming at the top of her lungs. Her pussy spasmed around me. Until that moment I’d been concentrating on her so much I hadn’t realized how close I was to coming. Her cunt milking me was all I could take. I let go, gritting my teeth and grunting as I shuddered above her. Just like I intended to, I pumped her full of my cum. We hadn’t talked about it, but I didn’t regret it even a little bit.
Iris… was mine.
Chapter Seven
Sting
I left Iris sound asleep in my bed. The sight filled me with more satisfaction than I could ever remember. I’d cleaned us both up before crawling back into bed with her and pulling her tightly against me. She asked if I’d come in her but had only nodded when I told her I had, and that I intended to come in her every fucking time I made love to her. She’d tried to hide her grin, but I’d seen it. She might have some reservations, but I was pretty sure they were mostly instinct. Rather, the way she thought she should feel about our relationship and the sex we’d shared. After that, she’d kind of passed out. One second she was smiling up at me, the next she slept like the dead.
I wanted to be back there with her now so I could wake her up in another couple of hours to do it again. Also, I was acutely aware I still owed her a spanking. Just the thought of that got me hard as a motherfucker. Now wasn’t the time for those thoughts. In a chair in the middle of the room, four men sat tied soundly. They were beaten and bloodied, but not bad off. Yet.
“Ah, Sting. So glad you could join us.” El Diablo gave me a cocky, knowing grin. Hell, the whole of the compound had probably heard us. It wasn’t exactly like we were quiet. I didn’t want her to be quiet, because if I could make her scream, I knew I was doing my job. Lord knew with her being eleven years younger than me I had to keep her satisfied. At least, that’s how I looked at it. That meant keeping her uninhibited during sex.
“I’d say I wouldn’t miss this for the world, but I won’t lie. I’d much rather be up there with my woman.”
“You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be. Your vice president can handle your end.” That was a genuine suggestion with no malice intended.
“Much as I want to, no. I need to be here for this. At least for a while.”
Then the old El Diablo was back, smug as ever. “Have you at least, how do they say it? Locked her down?” Smug bastard knew exactly “how they said it.” He was being a bastard.
If he thought he was going to get a rise out of me, he’d be wrong. “Damned straight I locked her down. That woman’s mine. Wrath and Shotgun are working on the proper paperwork. By the time we’re ready to leave, she’ll be my wife, and those girls will be our daughters.”
“So she agreed to take them on? Jezebel says they’re insisting on going with Iris wherever she goes from here.”
“She more than agreed to it. Besides, even if she didn’t think she could handle it, we’d still take them with us and find a home for them in Iron Tzars. Got plenty of men willin’ to take take on the role of father to those girls. And I mean that in the most respectable sense.” I looked at the men getting ready to spill all they knew before they died. One of them looked like he was ready to kill us. One looked resigned to his fate. The other two looked scared shitless. Did my heart good. “You know. On second thought, I’m right where I want to be.”
“That’s the spirit.” El Diablo rubbed his hands together like he was eager to get started. Given the maniacal gleam in his eye, I believed it.
The interrogation didn’t take long. The two pussies sang like canaries, giving names and locations the second we took the tape off their mouths. The pissed-off one thrashed and yelled behind the tape, probably threatening the two with death or some shit.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Chief said in his lightly accented English. I had no idea what nation of natives he belonged to, but Chief was the real deal in all respects. “It’s not a matter of if any of you are going to die. You are. Your threats to hurt them are empty because you’re going to die too.” The big man drew his knife and casually made a slow cut down the guy’s face. He cried out, but the tape held. Wonderful stuff, Duct Tape. “It’s a matter of how soon you die.” He nodded at the two men giving us the information we wanted. “They will die soon, but it will be a quick, clean death. You?” He shook his head solemnly. “Not so much. There is much evil you’re responsible for, and you must pay your due.”
Chief made another slow, deliberate cut, this time down the center of the guy’s chest. Again, the guy screamed in pain. Blood flowed from the open wound in a bright crimson streak. Chief laid down his knife and picked up another blade. This one lay in the coals of a brick oven. Again, with slow deliberate movements, so the guy knew what was going to happen. He positioned himself so the knife hovered over the cut Chief had just made.
Chief grinned up at the man. “This may sting. Just a little.”
He pressed the flat of the blade to the cut. Again, the guy screamed. This time it was higher pitched as the wound cauterized. The scent of searing flesh filled the room in all its gruesome glory. The two men cooperating whimpered and watched in horrified fascination, unable to look away.
When he was done, Chief turned his black gaze to them. “You’re doing well. Please continue to do so.” The eeriest part about the whole exchange was the casualness with which Chief delivered his torture. There was no expression on his face whatsoever.
After El Diablo and Chief were convinced the two had given all the information they had, Chief gave them the quick end he’d promised by slitting their throats. We watched as they bled out. It took about thirty seconds or so. Not an instant death, but quicker than the other two were going to get.
Brick took over from there. Just as he’d promised Jerrica, he made them suffer. Together, he and Chief skinned both men alive. They weren’t any more guilty than the other two, but follow-through was everything. It caused both of them to give us a few more pieces to our puzzle, including how Mr. Brown had traded girls at the home where Iris and Jerrica lived for silence on the embezzling he was doing from the fund Black Reign had set up for kids leaving the home to get an education in college or trade school, or to have something to start out life on their own with. That man would get more of what was happening here very soon. May he rot in hell alongside these scum.
“I think that will do,” El Diablo said in his clipped accent. “I have what I need. I’ll get the information to Giovanni and let him take it from there.”
Rycks raised an eyebrow. “Not Shotgun?”
“Not this time. This is above his pay grade, so to speak. The men I’m looking for are better left to the Shadow Demons. They can take care of the bigger problem. All I want is for these scum to be out of my region. I think that problem is currently solved. Shotgun will ensure it stays solved.”
“Good. With this business all done but the cryin’, I’m goin’ back to my woman. I don’t want her to wake up without me.” I was done with this shit. “Besides, these motherfuckers aren’t worth another second of my time. Brick, I need your help with an internal matter.” Brick would know exactly what I was talking about. “El Diablo, I’ll need to ask for a favor when Brick and I are through.”
The other man raised an eyebrow. “A favor?”
“Of the disappearing variety.” It was all I was giving him for now. The affairs of Iron Tzars were our business. But I needed this done now. Before we headed back to Indiana with my woman and our children.
“I see. You can bring your problem back here if you like. We can dispose of it along with these.”
I glanced at Brick, needing his opinion on this. When he nodded, I knew I was doing the right thing. “I’d appreciate that.” I stepped over to El Diablo and stuck out my hand. “Allies?”
The man grinned. “Always. I’ll look forward to collaborating with Iron Tzars in the future. I also appreciate the help on such short notice.”
“Well worth any inconvenience, El Diablo. It got me my woman.”
“She’ll be a good ol’ lady for you, Sting. Take good care of her.”
Normally I’d snap that it wasn’t any of his fucking business how I treated my woman. In this case, however, it was said as a reminder that what I’d been given by the universe was very precious. I couldn’t fault the man for that. “I intend to. You keep your woman happy. She was instrumental in making all the girls feel safe. She’s a remarkable woman. Besides, I have the feeling she’ll cut you in your sleep if you don’t.”
El Diablo chuckled. “Yes. She would. But I keep her happy because it pleases me to see her smile. I’d be shitty at my job if I couldn’t fend off one small woman.”
“Ain’t sure I’d lump your woman in the same category as any small woman. She has a vicious streak anyone can see. If I were you, I’d rather not test it.”
“Never worry on that account. I never intend to give her a reason to want to kill me in my sleep.”
I grinned. “Good to know.”
Brick and I went outside. I took a much-needed deep breath. It was good not to smell the metallic tang of blood in the air for a few minutes.
“I’ll bring him here.” Brick knew what to do. I could see in his gaze he approved of my decision. He looked away before saying, “Proud to be your VP, Prez. Your daddy was a good president. Until he wasn’t. You’re gonna be better.” With that, he left for the compound.
Ten minutes later, he returned with Snake. Both men rode their bikes. Snake looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. The man obviously didn’t see any reason to fear me. I’d have thought he would have more respect for Brick though.
“Sting. Glad you’re back from your foray.”
I ignored his attempt at conversation. “We have a matter to clean up. Come with me.”
Snake shrugged and followed me down the steps leading to the basement interrogation room with Brick following him. I opened the door and stepped inside where the bodies of the men we’d tortured were still in the chairs we’d secured them to. Chief stood in one corner, Black Reign’s witness to the events going on inside their compound.
“I see you’ve been busy. Found the traffickers?”
“This isn’t your concern, Snake.”
He spread out his arms, giving me an impatient, amused look. “Then why am I here?”
“It’s not going to work out with you in Iron Tzars. There can be only one president and you’re not ever going to be it.” I had no desire to drag this out.
“Well, I ain’t leavin’, pup. Iron Tzars is my life. I’ve been there for the better part of thirty years. I’ve put in my time. I’ll be happy to stay out of club business if you want, but I’m not leaving my home.”
“No.” I said softly. “You’re not leaving. No one leaves Iron Tzars.”
Snake’s eyes narrowed before he snorted and hiked a thumb back at Brick. “That why you brought your VP? To do me in?” He gave me an evil grin. “Got news for you, pup. Brick and I go back a long fuckin’ way. He’s not gonna take me out. No. You wanna do this, you’ll have to do it yourself. And best of luck getting through Brick to do it.”
I gave him a long, hard look before holding my hand out to Brick. The big man pulled out a wicked-looking serrated knife and laid it hilt-first in my hand. He put one hand on Snake’s shoulder, squeezing tightly.
