REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC, page 12
“You like to corner weak animals, don’t you? That’s all you know how to do!”
“Stop it!” He shouted making me squeeze my eyes shut as his hands cupped my mouth.
I wrapped my fingers around his wrists and brought them down. “You think you owe me something, you don’t owe me anything, Ryan. I don’t want anything from you!”
“Me!” He banged at his chest, hard.
I paused for a moment, not really understanding what he was trying to say. “What?”
“I owe you me. My life. It’s yours.”
I blinked slowly, trying to capture what he was saying to me. His confession made my heart race once again. He had this way of manipulating this weak heart of mine to be at his beck and call and somehow, I both hated and loved that. But this time it felt like it was going to leap out of my throat.
“You can’t do that,” I breathed.
“What? Is that too much for you to handle. You’ll let me stick my cock in you, take what I want from you and fill me with your sweet moans, but my feelings are too much for you.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want you.”
“Lies!” His head rocked form side to side while pressed against my forehead. His hands on my cheeks tightening. “You’re fucking lying to me,” He whispered, the sadness in his voice tore at me. His dark eyes met mine and I shivered. “Do you know why I know this?”
I slowly shook my head, afraid to voice my own feelings.
He gave a slight smirk and closed his eyes. “Because of the way you feel in my arms,” he squeezed them for reassurance. “That deep shudder that runs through you as you give yourself to me, as if you know that’s where you belong. Perched on my cock and wrapped around me.”
“Ryan,” I warned, a deep blush seeping into my cheeks.
“You wanted me. Don’t deny it.” He held me tight as I let a breath out.
“I never did. I won’t deny I want you, I do. But not like this.” His nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched as I spoke the words.
“I don’t give a shit what you want anymore. I’m fucking done playing games. I left you once, I won’t do it again.”
“You have to let me go. He’s out there! Somehow he survived. You know Wolf’s right. He’ll find me if you don’t.”
“I want him to!” He screamed and slammed a hand on the wall to my right. His other hand roamed down my top, slowly caressing the tops of my breasts as he hung his head. “I want him to find you,” he whispered.
When his eyes finally met mine, I knew he wasn’t going to let me go, and I knew it was pointless to fight him, but that wouldn’t stop me. “You’re crazy.”
He narrowed his gaze on me, reaching into his pocket. “If he dares to come looking for you, I’ll make sure this bullet goes right through his head and stays there, just like I said it would that night.”
I shivered from the dark edge held in his tone. This wasn’t the boy that left me, this wasn’t the man who I let between my thighs last night. This. This was The Reaper, hard edged, cold blooded, calculating murderer.
“More blood? I can’t do this anymore, Ryan.”
“Would you rather I let him live?” He searched my face for a long moment and I knew the answer.
“Maybe he should just go to jail.” I tried, but I knew that wasn’t the answer he was searching for.
He smirked and hung his head. “You’re a fool, Cecilia. I never took you for a fool.”
“I want this death toll to stop.”
“Then it stops with him,” he seethed.
“Either way, you can’t keep me here. You already kidnapped me once, you’re lucky Wolf hasn’t called the cops on you.”
“Yeah, I doubt he’ll do that. Besides he has connections in the FBI and CIA, you think he wouldn’t have called them already. He’s waiting on me. It’s my move and he knows it.” He turned to leave, and I clutched his hand in mine.
“Ryan, please. Please let me go.” I begged him even though I already knew the answer. I was trapped in between two men, the one I loved, and the one I didn’t know.
He turned to me, his jaw clenched tight. “Stop now, Cecilia. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
“You’re hurting me!” I yelled back at him. As soon as the words spilled off my tongue he came at me, his hard body molding to mine as he pressed me up against the wall.
My nipples instinctively reacted, hardening in the light tank top I wore. He looked down and smiled as he dragged his palms up my sides and wrapped his hands around them. I watched, taking shallow breaths, as his thumbs stroked my hardened nipples. My breath caught as he held my gaze, my cheeks flushed, my breathing unsteady. This is how he wanted me, vulnerable and willing to do anything for his touch.
“I’ll never hurt you,” he pinched my nipples and I whimpered. “Unless you want me to.”
“Ryan, I breathed as his knee pressed between my thighs forcing me to straddle him. My pussy grinding involuntarily onto his muscled thigh while his hands dragged the straps of my tank off my shoulders.
“Cause I can make you hurt, sweetheart. So good,” he growled as he yanked the tank down exposing my breasts. “God, these tits are so fucking perfect.”
I cried out as he bit down on the top curve of my breast. Like the wild animal that he was, he was marking me, and my body instinctively reacted to his mouth on me. He held me tight as my hips went wild along his slacked covered thigh. My panties were drenched from the exquisite friction.
His tongue flicked and circled my nipple, sucking on it before he ran it up along my neck, nipping at the soft flesh of my earlobe. “I want you hot, fired up, angry. I want you to fight me, Angel. Fight.”
I cried out as his hands pinched my nipples, my hands grabbing at the lapels of his expensive suit. “When they’re gone, I’m going to tie you up to my bed and lap at your cunt until you’re crying my name. I want you to scream it, do you hear me? I want you to claw at my back as I fuck you into submission.”
“Fuck,” I breathed. And just as quickly as he’d cornered me, he backed away.
I missed him instantly, my body wanting to be connected to his. He watched me for a long moment, my breasts heaving, taught nipples, red marks where he bit me. His hand went down to the crotch of his pants and he gripped his cock, the outline of it making my pussy clench.
“I’ll be back for you, sweet Cecilia. My cock is in need of your body.”
“Ryan, please,” I shuddered as he took a step closer, the heat from his body making me sway into him. Grabbing my arms, he held me slightly away from him.
“You’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to fuck, mine to keep. That’s the last of it. If you go against the rules that the President of the Death Row Shooters has set in place, you’ll get punished Cecilia.”
He let go of me and walked towards the door. With his back turned, he spoke to me. “I won’t lock the door, Firefly. But don’t force me to go to extremes for you.”
I tried to assimilate everything that had just happened. I had a feeling going with the Hellbound Lovers would start a war but staying with Ryan would wreak havoc on my soul. The decision was made to spill more blood, and I could do nothing to stop it. All I could do was pray that it wasn’t Ryan’s blood that would spill in my hands this time around.
17
Ryan
My mind was blurred with thoughts of Cecilia as I finished up with Wolf and Grayson. Well, more like sent them on their way.
“We’ll be back for her, Reaper.” Wolf stated before turning and walking out. I could tell he was livid, but I also knew he understood where I came from. He was giving me a chance not to fuck this up.
Cecilia was my crutch, in every way possible. I wanted to protect her, but in this case, I was going to have to make the right decision. Just not yet. I just needed a little more time. Reaching Ash’s door, I ripped it open and barged in. Ash was standing by the window; his cock being sucked on by one of the club whores. She slowly sucked him out, a stream of her spit clung to the head of his cock.
“What the fuck, man?” Ash yelled out, not giving a shit about standing there butt naked.
“Get the fuck out,” I roared and the whore scrambled to her feet, grabbed her clothes and ran out.
Ash gave me an icy glare as he slipped on his briefs followed by his jeans. “This better be fucking urgent.”
“You fucking traitor!”
I charged at him and slammed him up against the window, my forearm pressed to his neck. “You said you killed him.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, kid?” Ash’s eyes shown in confusion and he grunted as I put pressure on his jugular.
“He’s alive.” I muttered, shaking in fury as a deadly stillness filled the air.
Ash gripped my arm and shook his head. “Impossible. I put a bullet in him.”
“Liar! You fucking betrayed me!” I forced my arm against his throat and the sound of him choking on his own tongue brought me a great deal of satisfaction.
“I swear on my son, Brother. I know I put a bullet through him.”
The words meant something to Ash, his son meant the world to him, he would never swear so easily on his family. Not on the ones he loved beyond life itself. Not if he was telling the truth. Slowly, I removed my arm and stood before him, still angry, the mere idea of being betrayed had me on edge.
“Talk,” I seethed.
He coughed and sputtered, before looking at me. “You would have killed me?”
“I said fucking talk!” I took a step towards him, clenching my fists to keep myself from doing him any more harm.
Holding his hands up he started to speak. “I did what I said I would do that night. I got the call from La Mancha letting me know that Carlos Trejo was back and if I wanted dibs.”
La Mancha was the leader of La Sombra, a gang that was part of the Mexican Mafia. They were notorious for sex trafficking, drug and weapon trafficking, and god knows what the fuck else. Out of the hundreds of gangs that existed in Los Angeles, La Mancha took a liking to us. We helped launder his money, he had our backs. No gang was allowed in Death Row Shooter territory without La Mancha’s permission. Luckily, we were both after the same man. When La Mancha came knocking on our door he was looking for Carlos Trejo. Motherfucker had knocked up his sixteen-year-old daughter and he was out for his head. Son of a bitch ran away before Ash could find him and bring me my justice. Out of respect to us, La Mancha called a few months ago. It was a free for all, whoever got to him first would keep his head. Unfortunately, we got the wrong head.
Ash continued to speak. “I chased the fucker down Folsom, but he was fast. I caught up as he took the highway up to the mountains, finally getting a clear shot. I saw him topple down the mountain, Ryan! I fucking buried him!”
He wasn’t lying, I could see it in his eyes. He was adamant that he’d shot him. “How do you know it was him?”
“It was his bike, Brother. My bike!”
The souped up Harley used to belong to Ash until Mario took it from him and handed it to that piece of shit VP of his. Ash had been devastated, but Simon said he’d get it back sooner or later. Unfortunately, he never got a chance to go through with his word. But the bike had somehow returned as Death Row Shooters property, after La Plaga was supposedly shot, and Ash had taken back what was his. Bringing back the bike was more than enough proof that he had gotten his man.
“I buried him,” he shook his head.
“Are you sure it was him?”
He shook his head. “I can’t tell you that.” He ran his hand across his dark scruff. “It was so fucking dark out there. We buried him deep, if not the coyotes would have ripped him to pieces and scattered him all over the fucking mountains.”
“How the flying fuck did he get away?”
“I don’t know. But I shot and killed somebody that night and he was wearing a Death Row Shooters patch, but he wasn’t one of ours.”
“Find out who’s fucking buried in that hole!”
He nodded and swept past me, grabbing his boots and leathers. I stared out the window, the morning sun highlighted the worn-down sidewalks of Sacramento, California. My whole had come crumbling down in seconds with the fucking news of La Plaga’s survival. I couldn’t keep her here. It was too dangerous.
What the fuck was I going to do?
I turned and walked back to my office, thoughts of Cecilia still running through my head. I could still feel her hesitation, even after all that. But I was going to teach her she can’t live without me. By the end of it, she was going to beg me to stay with her.
Why the fuck was I so damn selfish?
Why the fuck was I such a fuck up?
I walked into the office and there she was, looking through my mess of papers and invoices. I wanted to hear her beg for me again, but this time I wanted to be lodged deep inside of that tight little pussy as she pleaded for me. I loved how she trembled, those tits bouncing on that sweet body of hers as she came for me. She was eager for me last night and as much as she wanted to fight it, she loved every second of it.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Look at this mess. You’re so unorganized.” She held up a stack of bills and I leaned forward and snapped them out of her hand.
“That’s none of your fucking business.”
“Why, cause it’s club business?” She stood and walked around the desk, propping her pretty ass on the edge of it.
“I’m glad you’re here, we need to talk.”
“If it’s about last night you can forget about it. It was a mistake. It won’t ever happen again.”
“A mistake? It didn’t feel like a mistake, especially when you claimed my name as your tight little pussy came for me over and over again.”
“Why do you have to be so crude?”
“You blush like a virgin,” my dark gaze narrowed on her.
“There’s no denying I found pleasure in what we did last night, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Why do you lie to yourself? The fact that you let me in, that you let me touch you, it meant everything to me. Why take that away from me? And as much as you deny it, I know you want me as much as I want you. Maybe even a little more.”
The sexy little vixen smirked at me. “You’re delusional.”
“Am I,” I pulled at the waistband of her shorts and pressed my hard cock against her.
“There’s no need to fight me, Cecilia. All I want is to give you pleasure. Let me give you what I can, sweet girl.”
“Ryan, please,” her moan got lost in my mouth as I swept my lips across hers. My tongue flicked at her top lip and she gasped as it slid its way through and mated with hers. It was a seductive dance, one that showed my devotion to her, my love for her. She gave in easily as I overpowered her senses in every way I could.
“I can’t keep myself from you. I need you.” I rumbled against her lips as I slowly tasted her. Holding her tightly, I ran kisses down the side of her neck drawing out shivers as I played with the strap of her tank top.
“I want to see your needy breasts. Lick and bite them and make you cum from my mouth on them alone.” My murmurs drew out long sexy sighs. I dragged my tongue along the top curve of her breast, biting down on the tip and she cried out her pleasure.
“Is your dirty little pussy drenched for me, Cecilia. Do you need my cock?”
She moaned, and my cock pulsed at the sound. Running my hands down her waist, my fingers stopped at the button of her shorts. “Take them off.”
“No,” she whispered harshly, a defiant look in her eyes. “You want this, take them off your goddamn self.”
“You want to play this game Cecilia? Cause I’ll force my cock so deep inside I will guarantee you will feel it the next day, and the day after.” I growled angrily as I unsnapped the button. My eyes never left her challenging ones as I yanked down those damn shorts that tempted the fuck out of me.
Shoving her back onto the desk, she cried out from the roughness of my actions. She tried to kick at me, but I grabbed her knees and forced them apart. Her glistening swollen lips appeared, and my cock throbbed at the lack of underwear.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Did you come here prepared for me, Angel? Your pussy all juicy and ready for my tongue?”
Before she could breathe a word, my mouth was on her, those sexy little whimpers making my cock swell and grow heavy. I undid the zipper of my pants, pulling myself out as I had her creaminess swirling on my tongue.
“Such a dirty little slut made just for me.”
I lifted my head, her cum on my beard and lips as I slid my cock through her wet folds. I licked at my lips hungrily and she whimpered for me. “I want to fuck you with the taste of your dirty pussy on my tongue.”
“Oh my, God,” her breath caught as I slipped my thick head into heated walls, I had to thrust a little to insert myself into her depths. Throwing her head back as I molded her pussy to my cock.
“That’s right, baby. You will worship no other god but me.” I slid out and thrust deep, fucking her hard as she cried out my name. Her cunt tightened around my dick so good, my groans were hers and hers alone. I utterred her name under my breath while I tilted my hips and drove myself deep inside of her warm pussy.
I enjoyed taking her breath away, the feeling of being consumed by her was like heaven. It made me swell and ache for more. She felt so soft against me, so eager, and she was slowly coming to the conclusion that she was mine whenever I fucking wanted her. On that first stroke, she tensed, but it felt so fucking good penetrating her. I couldn’t help but do it again and again. In the dim lights I watched her face, a frown on her brow, a tremble along her bottom lip. She may not like me right now, but she was going to accept what I wanted to give to her.
“You belong to me now, Angel,” I roared as I began to fuck her hard up against that desk. Her cries were both of pleasure and pain and I knew I was stretching her to her limit. I was a big man, far thicker and longer than any who had had her before. I knew it, because she was so damn tight as her velvet silk clamped onto my dick.
