She gave the manager a wave. Seconds later the elevator closed, and Knife pressed her against the corner, cupping her face. “What the fuck do you do to me?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” She moaned as he pressed his rock hard cock against her. “Wow, I do that?”
“You do that and more. I can’t get you out of my head.”
The doors opened, and he grabbed her hand. Her cheeks were on fire as they passed another couple. Keeping her head bent, she stumbled into his back where he’d stopped to insert a key.
He flicked the light on and closed the door behind her. Sarah stared at the apartment, and she just knew it was the one. The walls were plain magnolia, the ceiling a pristine white, but it just felt like home. There was no furniture, but she could easily see herself staying there.
“The front desk offers an added layer of security as well. Bill knew we were coming, but they usually have a guard stationed at the door who will approve all visitors. He stops general sales and all that bullshit.”
Sarah was speechless. The apartment was more than she could have ever hoped. Going from the sitting room toward the dining room, she went through a doorway to a luxury kitchen. Everything was just perfect. From there she went to the first bedroom, then through to a second. The bathroom was large as well.
“I can’t afford this,” she said.
Knife moved up behind her, placing a hand on her waist. “We can afford this place. I’ll still stick to our one night a week deal.”
She shook her head. “There’s two rooms.” She laughed. “I couldn’t throw you out of an apartment that you’re paying for.”
“So is that a yes?”
Staring at the bathtub there was just no way she could turn it down.
“Yes. We’re going to move in together.” She spun in his arms, and Knife pressed her against the wall.
“Good, because I already put a three month deposit down.”
“Knife—”
“Shut up. The only way I want to hear you say my name is crying out. I’m going to fuck you.” He opened the button of her jeans, sliding them down her thighs. At the same time she tried to tear open his jeans. Knife moved her hands away and grabbed a condom from his pocket. His cock sprang free, and he quickly rolled the condom over his length. Lifting her legs up, he found her entrance, and slid home.
They both moaned together, and Knife pressed his head against hers.
“This is how it’s going to be between us, Sarah. This explosion, this passion, it’s never going to end.”
Sarah held onto him, believing it. She had never expected to feel this way. Knife, he crashed through her walls of protection and shattered her world. When she was at her lowest point, he didn’t try to take advantage. He was there to hold her hand, and be a friend.
He was her friend, her lover, and so much more.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby, so hot and so tight.”
She cried out, screaming his name.
Knife pounded inside her, and he went deeper than ever before. “All mine, baby. You’re all mine.”
He spent the rest of the night showing her exactly how she belonged to him.
****
Saint sat in his club with his men. Pea looked ready to kill, Rage was pissed, and just about every single one of his men wanted to slaughter the man that they were waiting for. They were bikers. They killed with ease, and laughed while they did. They worked hard, fucked harder, and they never said sorry. However, no matter how bad they were, they never hurt a woman.
The whole club knew about Pea and Melissa’s marriage. They had a fucked up relationship, but it worked for them. Saint didn’t know how Pea did it. If a guy looked at his woman, he’d have killed the bastard. From what he knew, Pea had even walked in on Melissa while she’d been fucking another man.
There hadn’t been any jealousy, and they had been married a long time now.
Saint took a sip of the whiskey and watched the door. The club whores had been told to leave the main bar, and were waiting for the men in the back.
“What’s the plan?” Zeus asked.