I hang my head and scrub my face before looking up at her pain filled eyes. “Baby, I didn’t know what you knew. I didn’t lie to you. I lost Alex too. I understood your pain and suffered with you.”
She shakes her head as she grabs her purse from the closet. “I trusted you. I respected you. I fucking loved you!” she yells, slamming the closet door.
“Gillian, please don’t walk away,” I plead.
She pulls her keys out of her purse and focuses on the front door. Her back is to me and my heart bleeds into my chest. It’s over.
“I can never forgive you for this, Riley. She was my blood and the Shattered Souls are responsible for her murder,” she says.
“It was life or death,” I say.
“And death was handed to me,” she whispers. “I can’t even look at you.”
She walks out the door and it closes behind her.
“I’m sorry, brother,” Zane says.
I don’t need or want the fucking pity. I’ve got distractions and this club. I never should’ve tried for anything more.
I grab the closest Souls chick’s hand and stand up. “Don’t be.”
I walk toward the back and she happily lets me lead her. When we get to a room, I slam the door closed and lock it. “Take your clothes off and bend over the bed,” I demand.
She doesn’t hesitate and begins to strip out of the tight black dress she has on. Her blonde hair falls down her back when she pulls the dress off and turns her head, grinning at me. I’m rolling on a condom as I step toward her.
I push between her shoulders, forcing her to bend over. “Hard and fast, sweetheart, and then you’ll get the fuck out of here.”
“What the hell? Why?” she asks.
I grab her hair, pulling her head back to look at me. “Don’t fucking question what I say. When we’re done, I’m fucking done with you. You aren’t special, sweetheart,” I hiss.
She licks her lips and presses her ass against me. “Fuck me,” she whispers.
I let go of her hair, grab her hips, and slam into her. She cries out, fisting the comforter in her hands. My dick impales her hard and deep. I fuck out all the frustration I’m feeling. All the memories that make sleep impossible. All the pain I constantly feel. Her pussy takes the punishment willingly.
She tries to lift her upper body, so I reach forward and push her back down. I keep my hand between her shoulders, pressing her hard to the bed. If I wanted to look at her, I’d be fucking her in a different position. Right now this is what I need.
I smack her ass over and over, while her muffled moans surround us. After her ass is bright pink, I reach around and pinch her clit.
“Fuck,” she yells.
I know she’s close, I feel her squeezing me tighter. I pick up my pace as I rub her sensitive bundle. She reaches under herself and pinches her nipples and my balls start to tighten. I pinch her clit hard and she screams as her orgasm rips through her.
I pound into her a few more times until I release my hot load. I smack her ass as I pull out and step away from her. After I toss the condom, I slip my jeans back on.
She stands and looks at me breathing heavily. “That was fucking hot,” she says.
I wink as I slip my shirt on. “I’m good like that, sweetheart.”
“Why end the fun so soon,” she says, pinching her nipples. “Let me ride you this time.” She rubs her hand on my cock over my jeans, smiling at me.
I grab her wrists and grin. “I’m a one and done kinda guy.”
She goes to protest, but I walk out the door, lighting a cigarette.
When I walk out from the back, I notice Porter sitting by himself. Porter is the treasure of the club and one of my best friends.
I grab two shots and two beers, and walk over to hi