“More,” I begged, and he tightened his fist in my hair, rearing back before plowing into me again. “More!” I demanded, ready to scream. “Stop fucking teasing me and fuck me.”
He yanked my upper body up, and I shrieked from the pain in my scalp. “Don’t tell me how to fuck you. While my cock is buried inside that pussy of yours, I’m in control.”
He gave a few more thrusts, and I couldn’t stop the cries of ecstasy that slipped from my mouth, thankful we were cloaked with darkness.
“You feel that?” His cock twitched inside me while his hand slipped under my shirt, palming my breast. “That’s me. That’s my cock inside you. No one else’s. And you know what?” He buried his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “No other man will come near your pussy again. It’s mine now. You. Are mine.”
A shriek tore from my throat as his teeth sank into my shoulder, the searing pain a sign he had torn through flesh. But the pain was like gasoline on a fire that was already burning me to nothing but ash.
Onyx’s grunts filled my ear as he pounded into me from behind. My thighs were coated with arousal, his cock easily slipping in and out of me. The slapping sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the dark, a filthy melody our moans hummed in tune with.
His palm slid from my breast and cupped me between my legs, his fingers finding that sensitive bud that would finally push me over the edge.
I reached behind me, my back arched as I pushed my hips back even farther, trying to spread my thighs wider.
Harder, faster, Onyx fucked me like it would mean death if he didn’t. And during it all, I realized I had never, ever felt so free, unchained, and unburdened.
Wet lips kissed up the side of my neck, his tongue lapping against my skin. I could feel my climax starting at the top of my spine, slowly rolling down, leaving a trail of pleasure to spread throughout my body.
I tightened my grip around his neck, and I flexed my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust. With my eyes closed and my mind rid of any thought, I surrendered to the euphoria Onyx so expertly fucked into me.
It was beautiful. It was lovemaking.
It was raw. It was primal. It was downright dirty, being fucked against a motorcycle in the dark by a man who was supposed to be nothing…but a target.
Placing my palm over his between my legs, I pushed harder, his finger working me from the front while he pistoned in and out of me from behind, pushing me to the pinnacle of pleasure.
My mouth formed an O when an orgasm rushed over me, a hurricane of euphoria tearing through my body.
“Fuck,” Onyx cursed as I voiced my pleasure with cries. His body tensed behind me, his steady rhythm faltering as he lost control. His lips sucked on the skin of my neck, and I felt his cock jerk inside me, his release pumping deep.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his dick still inside me. “So, here’s the deal,” he started, sounding out of breath while our bodies shuddered against each other. “I don’t know what the fuck is happening between us. All I know is…you belong to me now.”
11
Wraith
After what happenedbetween me and Onyx, I didn’t want to go back.
Home.
Finally experiencing what it felt like to be with a man without pain, without torment, it was bliss. In those moments while Onyx transported me away from all my demons, I felt normal. I felt light. And going home would only bring back all the bad that would poison me again. I wanted to hold on to this feeling of freedom for a little while longer.
So I went back with him, back to the clubhouse of the American Street Kings. It was stupid and reckless of me, risking everything by going with him. But I couldn’t stop myself.
As we walked into the half empty bar, I spotted Granite and the rest of the crew still drinking and laughing, the clock against the wall showing it was past three in the morning. The stench of spilled alcohol was sharp, empty beer bottles and glasses scattered around on the tables.
Manic came stumbling our way, clearly drunk off his ass. “There’s the pretty lady.”
“Ignore him.” Onyx placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me in the other direction. But Manic stepped in front of us.
“Are you two,” he gestured between us, eyes narrowed like he was trying really hard to focus, “like, a thing now?”
“A thing?” Onyx scowled. “What are you, twelve?”
“No.” Manic swallowed. “I am drunk, though. My friend Jack Daniel’s and I had a little heart to heart tonight.”
“Clearly. Just remember your friend Jack when you barf all over your bedroom floor in about an hour.”