Rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger, he teases my sensitive skin until it hardens. I cry out when he grabs hold the waist of my pants and practically rips them off me, tugging them down my legs as though they burn him to the touch. “This is going to be hard and fast, but I’ll make it up to you later.”
Shoving my knees apart, he moves between them, sliding my ass to the edge of the table. I wrap my legs around his hips. Leaning back on my elbows using the table to support me I watch him guide his thick cock ins
ide me. The sight is carnal, filthy even, but beautiful.
“Always ready for me,” he mutters. Gripping my hip, he pulls out then slams back in with brutal force. The walls of my pussy contract and stretch around him, greedily. Murder fucks hard. That’s who he is right now. One man but two different identities. James is soft and sweet. His biker side though is a rough and savage killer who takes what he wants. Right now, he wants me. I belong to him. Both sides of him.
“Uh. Uh,” I pant out as he thrusts deeper and harder. My ass slides in the blood on the table. It should turn me off, but when I’m with my man nothing else matters.
“Fuck yeah, Lex. Take it.” His hand slides up my throat and gives me a squeeze, then moves to my chin. His thumb rubs blood over my lips but right now I don’t care. We’re animals fucking in his kill. Stripped bare and raw, covered in blood like demons. I suck his thumb between my lips and moan, giving that bastard forced to watch a show.
Murder fucks me like tomorrow may never come. He leans forward to kiss me, surging further inside me. So deep, I swear he’s rooted there. My stomach drops and my knees shake. My sinister killer sweeps his tongue inside my mouth, and I fall apart at the seams unable to hold on any longer. My body jolts, and I cling to his shoulder for assistance.
“I’m gonna come, Murder.”
“That’s it. Come all over my cock.” He slides in and out at a slow pace, staring down at his dick as he moves in and out.
Body quaking, I cry out his name, “Yes, Murder. Fuck me, baby.”
“Never felt anything better than you, Lex.” He jerks inside me, finding his own release. Murder separates from me, and his essence runs down my thighs. I’m bruised and dirty, but I’ve never felt more alive. “There’s one thing left to do.”
I watch in both horror and fascination when he takes possession of the axe.
“You can go to the other room and wait, or you can watch this piece of shit leave this world. Your choice but you got about ten seconds to make your choice.”
“You said I was part of your world. I see that it can be ugly. Scary even. But it can also be beautiful. You gave me that. You gave me your love too even if you never say it...I can sense it in your actions and your touch.” If I ever want to be his Old Lady, I’ve got to prove to him that I’m strong enough. That fail or fly I’m going to be his ride or die. Even if I’m not sure I have the strength for this, I know how to fake it till I make it. I’ve been doing it to survive my whole life. “I’m staying. I want my face to be the last he sees.”
Murder’s gaze meets mine. Filled with fury but I see resolve there too.
Filthy, naked, and possibly deranged I force myself to keep my eyes on Lion up until the moment his head rolls across the floor.
Chapter Seventeen
“No fair. Why do you get an apartment?” Rochelle pouts, and Colter shoots me a knowing but sympathetic smile as he drops my last box on the kitchen counter. We’ve seen each other in passing at The Devil’s Playground. The clubhouse of the Royal Bastards MC. He knows all about my secrets I’m sure.
Rochelle doesn’t know her grandfather raped me nor that her own father killed him for what he did to me. Ruthie wants her kept as far away from the club as possible. She made me promise not to tell her, but one day she will find out. She’s dating Colter, and I hate keeping this a secret from her. She’s happy with him. I just hope that when the truth does come out that she’ll accept my being with James. That she’ll be happy we found each other.
Ruthie brings in my new bedding. It makes me feel super shit that the wife of the man I’m sleeping with is decorating my apartment. James told me to smile and go on. Said that one day things will change, and we’ll be together for real. I want to believe that with all my heart. I trust him. It’s just sometimes they share these looks I’m not part of. They whisper, and she’ll smile at him the way I do.
I keep wondering what she would have done had I confessed the truth when she asked me if I were fucking her husband. Would she have washed her hands of him? Would she have fought me for him?
“Alexa, James and the guys will be here in about fifteen minutes with the last of your furniture. If you don’t need anything else, I’m going to take Rochelle out for lunch. Some mother daughter time.” Pain flashes behind her eyes, and I realize she must be taking her out to break the news that her grandfather is gone.
“I’m all good. Call me later, Ro?”
“I’ll probably be back over. No way is my bestie getting her own apartment without me.”
“Slow down. Your dad isn’t ready to let you fly from the nest just yet.” Ruthie guides her daughter toward the door.
“You coming with us, Colter?” Rochelle grins at him and my stomach drops. That joy on her face is about to be snuffed out.
“No,” Ruthie answers first. “It’s just you and me today, kiddo.”
“Dad wants me here to help carry the heavy shit.” He flexes his muscles, and I roll my eyes.
“Catch up with me after then?”
“You know it, babe.”