He moved between her thighs, his large cock taking the place of his hand.
“Do you want me, Broni?”
She remained silent.
“Do you want to be conquered or seduced?” he whispered in her ear. “I can fuck you hard or gentle like a young virgin giving herself for the first time.”
Damn, his words ignited a passion she never dreamed herself capable of as his cock plunged inside of her slickened pussy.
Broni’s mouth went to his shoulder, tasting his sweat slickened flesh, hiding her smile in his neck. “Seduced works for me.”
Instantly, his strokes slowed, his hand releasing hers, going between her thighs to stroke her clit. Her thighs gripped his hips, trying to hold back her orgasm, wanting it to last. Memories of him turning away from her each time they had sex poured through her mind.
“Look at me, Broni.” Reluctantly, she looked into his face, not wanting him to see her vulnerability. “See me.”
His face and body might have been the same, but the man was different, opening his soul to her if she was just brave enough to reach out one more time. Her love for him yielded, giving him another chance to prove he could be the man she had come to love through the centuries. Her warrior at last. Hers to touch, taste, and feel all that he was for this precious moment in time.
He rolled to his back and Broni gasped as she straightened, his cock buried deep inside of her. “Take me.”
Broni’s hands grasped his as her hips lifted then lowered on him. He arched underneath her, his face a mask of need for her. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she moved on him, taking him and his power into her.
Broni screamed as she came, grinding her pussy down on him as she wrung out her orgasm, feeling him jerk inside of her at his own climax. She tried to climb off him, but he held her in place, a hand on her neck pressing her down for a kiss.
“You are so beautiful. When you come, it’s like you’re handing me your soul. This time, I’m going to take it and never give it back. Do you hear me?”
She nodded her head against his chest.
“Good.” He flipped her onto her back, remaining inside of her. “Before I’m done with you tonight, you’re going to forgive every time I’ve hurt you.” The egotistical conqueror was back, staring down at her. Broni blamed herself for loving a vain man. On the other hand, he did deserve adulation for the way he had just fucked her.
“Every time? I don’t think even you can accomplish that in one night.”
“That’s okay. There’s always tomorrow night.”
Broni gave him a mischievous smile. “I’m certainly willing for you to try.”
Chapter 26
Broni refilled Mason and Harlow’s drinks before turning back to the sink to finish washing the dishes. It was well after dark, but Broni didn’t worry about going to the bedroom. Anyone that dared to touch her met with her warrior’s fist. Even Tank had become afraid of him, only challenging Adam’s authority when Rhys wasn’t around. He had become Adam’s enforcer, able to do what the other bikers had not, preventing anyone that dared to go against Adam. The clubhouse strangely had fallen into a routine while the rest of the world fell apart around them.
Nikki, Dee, and Becca were dancing on the stage. When Broni had told the women they didn’t have to any longer, they had looked at her as if she was crazy. After that, she didn’t try to interfere with the women, the choice had been given to them. They enjoyed being the club’s property, and it wasn’t up to her to judge except when one would approach Rhys.
The new blonde woman, Jessie, that had been brought back a couple of weeks ago was making her way through every biker in the club. She had finally managed to fuck Adam last night, which she had bragged about all morning to the other women who had learned to ignore her. There remained only one left, Rhys.
Broni wiped her hands on the sides of her jeans when she saw the slut edge her way closer to the table he and Adam were sitting at. Rhys, to his credit, didn’t notice her until she sidled up to him, brushing her bikini-clad breasts against his shoulder. The club was hot and most of the women wore as little as possible, so it wasn’t all that odd for Jessie to be strutting around in a bikini top. Only Abby and Broni had continued to wear their normal t-shirts and jeans.
Broni watched to see his reaction, a stabbing pain plunging into her heart when he smiled up at her. The last two weeks had been perfect, she should have prepared herself. The man couldn’t be faithful.
When he stood, picking Jessie up easily, she wrapped her legs around his waist, giggling as she ground her pussy in tiny shorts against his stomach. Broni gripped the counter, her worst nightmare coming true.
Confusion filled her when instead of carrying her to the bedrooms, he walked to the stage. Once there, he roughly jerked her legs from him then stepped away.
“Shake those tits for the ones who want to see them, I don’t.” With that, he turned, walking away without looking back, returning to his table and continuing his conversation as if he hadn’t been interrupted.
Jessie sat for several seconds before she got to her feet and started dancing with the other women. Broni didn’t think anything could faze the woman.
“Broni, come here.” Her attention was drawn from the stage. She walked to Rhys’s table where he took her hand and then pulled her down onto his lap. “Did I not tell you that I can be faithful?”
Broni looked into his eyes, realizing he had seen her hurt feelings and wanted to soothe her. The old Rhys would never have cared whether she had been hurt or was jealous when Jessie had pressed against him.
His hand reached up, pulling her face down, and her mouth met his, giving him what he wanted and she needed. His hand slid between her thighs and Broni tore her mouth away, about to jump from his lap, but his arms refused to let her go.
“I never said I was a gentleman.”
Just as she glared back at him, a loud squeal came from the stage. Jessie’s scream turned to laughter as Tank plucked her from the stage, tossing her over his shoulder before carrying her back toward the bedrooms.
“She’s going to get more than she bargained for. Tank’s been pissed all day,” Adam commented.
Broni felt sorry for the woman. All the other women were aware of Tank’s violent tendencies and stayed away from him. Adam had threatened him that if he beat another woman he had to leave. So far, he had behaved himself, however Broni was sure it wouldn’t last. He wasn’t capable of changing the ugliness in his soul.
Broni was relieved an hour later when they returned and Jessie wasn’t hurt, which surprised Broni. She didn’t like the woman, but no one deserved the treatment Tank liked to dish out. Adam’s threat must have kept him under control.
Tank’s mood hadn’t improved, though. After he stormed back into the clubroom, he shoved Skid out of his chair, taking it for himself.
For a while afterward, Broni sat at the table listening to Rhys and Adam as they discussed where the best places were to search for more food. She noticed Jessie sitting with two bikers, their table bursting into laughter as they stared at Tank. One stood up, picking Jessie up and laying her across the table. He then pulled off her shorts, whipping out his cock before plunging it into Jessie.
“Fuck me harder.” Her loud voice had everyone watching, which Broni was sure was what she’d wanted to accomplish.
“How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Tank yelled, standing up.
The young biker made the mistake of laughing in Tank’s face. “You want to watch, Tank? That Jell-O you call a dick might actually get hard.”
That was all it took; Tank attacked him, and with his cock buried in Jessie, the kid didn’t stand a chance.
Tank stepped behind him, putting his arm around his neck and then twisting his head in one movement. The biker was dead in less than a second.
Broni screamed, rising to her feet while Adam and Rhys ran toward Tank who pulled his handgun from behind h
is back, pointing it at Rhys.
“No.” Broni tried to push him out of the way, but Rhys took them both to the floor, upending a table to block the shots that Tank was firing into the room.
Pandemonium erupted. Bikers and women ran from the room in all directions.
“Broni!” Broni turned, hearing her name. Abby was in the doorway, almost knocked over from the others fleeing. Abby ran toward her and the gunfire suddenly stopped.
Broni started to rise up, but Rhys pushed her back down. “Stay put!”
He got to his feet, but before he could reach Abby, Tank put a hand around her neck, holding her still.
“No!” Broni screamed.
“Shut the fuck up. Take another step, Rhys, and I will blow her fucking brains out.”
Rhys and Adam immediately stopped. Jace tried to move closer, however one of Tank’s friends hit him with the barrel of his gun. Balder tried from another direction, only coming to a stop when Tank cocked the gun against Abby’s temple.
“Tank, stop. Let’s all cool down.” Adam tried to gain control of the situation. Tank was too far gone, though. He started edging toward the door with his four friends following him, their guns keeping everyone in place.
“If you come out this door after her, you’ll be burying her,” Tank threatened, going out the door with his friends following closely.
“Shit!” Adam yelled, running for the door without going outside.
Broni tried to run after them, but Rhys held her back with his arm around her waist. “Broni, calm down. We’ll get her back, but charging after him will only get her hurt.”
“He’s going to hurt her anyway, Rhys. If we don’t stop him—”
The loud sound of the motorcycles leaving had them gazing outside. They were leaving the compound, and Tank had tied Abby’s wrists around his waist. Her terrified face stared back at Broni.
“Harlow, get Balder. Jace, follow them.”