Broken (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 1) (8 page)

I clench my inner muscles so I’m gripping him tight, and he shouts out loud, and pulls my head back even further as his fingers tangle in my hair. And then I feel it, feel his body stiffen and he’s coming in long, pulsating waves, his animalistic cries filling the room; he’s almost howling!

‘Jesus fucking
Christ!
’ he breathes as he pulls me up, and I lean back against him. ‘I ain’t done with you yet, darlin’.’

I shiver at his words, at the way he speaks them, his voice all low and gravely. I don’t
want
him to be done with me. Not yet. So I close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder as he runs his hands all over my body,
his lips on my neck covering it in hot, sensual kisses.
It’s a quiet interlude. A brief respite. But everything I’ve learned, I’m putting it into practice now. And my teacher, he’d be so proud of me...

Mack

She wants fucked-up sex, I’ll give her fucked-up sex. I can do twisted shit like nobody’s business, but I ain’t gonna push it too far today. I’m kidding myself if I think I ain’t gonna want to fuck this girl again. I already
want to fuck her again. But too much too soon and all that crap. Don’t want her getting bored of me before I’ve had time to show her depravity at its lowest level.

I slowly pull out of her, and my cock’s still rock hard. I need to be back inside her, so I lift her up, and her legs wrap around my hips as I push back into her.

It’s hot in here, in this room, and I can feel sweat on both our bodies, but she’s got the advantage of being naked, she’s lucky. I’m still fully clothed, it’s only my ass that’s exposed. And it’s like I’m working on freakin’ auto-pilot here, I can’t stop thrusting, even though I can’t believe I’ve got anything left inside me. But I must have, because it wants out.

She unwraps her arms from my neck and leans back, right back, disentangling her legs from my hips and spreading them wide. Fucking
Jesus!
This girl is a freakin’ walking wet dream! She’s spread-eagled on the countertop with those tits pointing to heaven and her clit begging me to sky-rocket her to fucking paradise!

I watch my cock as it thrusts in and out of her, and I reach down to rub her clit between my thumb and forefinger. It’s hard, and just touching it causes her to cry out, which makes me come so suddenly I just wasn’t prepared for it. But it’s happening. And once again my head is spinning and I can feel the blood pumping around me so fast I feel dizzy. And she’s coming too, because I’m still rubbing her clit, and I swear to God I’ve never fucked like this before. I’ve never felt so confused or overwhelmed or so freakin’ high!

I take hold of her knees and push her legs as far apart as they can go, which forces a small yelp of pain from her, but I need to witness those final few seconds of my cock buried deep inside her. Not that it’s gonna be the last time it goes there. Whatever happens after we’re done here, because I still have to tell her I can’t do what she’s asked of me; whatever happens after that, she ain’t leaving this town ‘til I’ve fucked her every which way I freakin’ can.

I throw my head back and close my eyes as I slowly pull out of her. I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for as long as we’ve been fucking, and it’s almost a relief to let it out now. My whole body feels like it’s just endured one hell of a work out, and I can only imagine how
she’s
feeling. I mean, she’s had my cock rammed up her for the past twenty minutes or so. If she ain’t sore then I ain’t doing my job properly.

I realize I’m still holding on to her knees and I let go, looking at her as she raises herself to a sitting position. Her eyes are shining, not cold and dead like they appeared to be the night I met her. But there’s still something behind them I can’t read. She’s nowhere near being an open book, but I like that.

She closes her legs slightly, but not by much, and I can’t believe my fucking cock is hard again as I watch her rip off a piece of kitchen paper and slowly wipe herself clean. I raise my gaze, although I have no idea why, I could look at her pussy for hours, and our eyes lock as she throws the paper in the trash.

‘We done?’ she asks, her legs still open, and I reach out to touch her, slowly sliding my fingers inside her, just to begin with, because I fully intend to fist her. We’re gonna finish this thing properly.

‘No. We ain’t done. A few more minutes, OK, baby?’

She groans quietly, her head falling back as I carefully maneuver the rest of my hand inside of her. It slips in effortlessly, and I drop my head for a beat or two, closing my eyes as I push deeper, going in up to my wrist. She’s so fucking warm, and she’s still soaking wet. So I move my hand around a bit, drawing more loud moans from her, and my cock joins the party again as I twist my wrist around.

I look down, because she’s touching herself, her fingers gently stroking her clit while I invade her beautiful, shit-hot body. And the sight of her bringing herself off, combined with my hand buried deep inside her causes my cock to unexpectedly explode; I can actually hear cum hitting the cupboard door. It’s shooting out of me so fast I can’t stop it, and because it took me by surprise my hand reacts inside her, and she’s coming too, her body jerking, her muscles gripping my wrist. Like I said, I’m in crazy-shit territory here. And it’s a place I ain’t ever been before. But, hell, I’m coming back!

She lets out a small cry as I pull my hand out of her, and it’s my turn to reach for a towel. My fucking arm is covered in her, glistening with her juices from the wrist to the tips of my fingers. And I want to see her taste herself; just one, last twisted perversion before we step back into reality. But she’s a fucking mind reader, this one, and I can’t believe she’s doing it, but she grabs my hand and brings it to her lips, her eyes burning into mine as she takes my fingers in her mouth and sucks herself off of me. This must be a dream, but if it is I’m praying to whatever God is out there to never wake me up. I’m happy here.

‘I need to pee,’ she whispers, sliding down from the countertop and I watch as she makes her way down the hallway to the bathroom. I want to watch her take a piss. It’s not something I’ve ever really wanted to do before, but I want to watch
her
do it. Just thinking about it’s making me horny again, but I resist the urge to follow her into the bathroom. I still need to talk to her, to tell her what’s gonna happen now.

The games are over.

Or maybe – and this is my biggest fear – they’re only just beginning…

Chapter Eight

Izzi

I lean back against the bathroom door and breathe in deep. I can’t believe I let that happen so soon. And I can’t believe I enjoyed every second of it, that’s what makes me feel slightly sick. I’m sore and bruised and tired, but I don’t regret it. That needed to happen, and it played out just the way I wanted it to. I wanted sex, with Mack Slayer. A man I’ve known less than two days. I wanted his cock inside me, but I got so much more than I bargained for. There isn’t a part of me he hasn’t seen now. I have nothing left – physically – that is private. But I don’t regret that.

I walk over to the mirror and stare at my reflection. My face is flushed, my eyes bright. I’m so used to seeing myself with an almost dead expression, because that’s how I’ve felt this past year. Dead. Like I said before, I’ve been existing not living, but out there, with Mack Slayer’s impressive cock inside me, his hands roaming all over my body, that felt good. I just hope I’m doing my job properly, because one thing hasn’t changed. I still want the bastards who killed Aiden and my father dead. That’s why I’m doing this, that’s why I need Mack Slayer to be in a position where there isn’t anything he won’t do for me… actually, no. Something
has
changed. I still want them dead. I won’t settle until they’re as cold and lifeless as the two men I loved more than anything. It’s just that, I don’t want Mack to kill them. That’s what I’d wanted, originally; for someone else to kill them, because I wasn’t sure I could do it. I didn’t know how far I’d be able to push myself. But now – now it’s a job I really think I should carry out myself.

I didn’t think I could do this on my own.

I was wrong.

I can do anything.

Mack Slayer isn’t going to kill anyone.

I
am.

Mack

It’s only ten thirty in the morning, but I think I deserve a beer. I’ve cleaned up the mess I made all over the cupboard, I figured that was the least I could do. Ain’t her job to clean that shit up. But as I look at the countertop – yeah. That might need some attention before anyone eats off of it.

My head snaps up as I hear her come back into the room. She’s had a shower, and I can see her skin is still damp. But it’s her eyes – they’re cold again. The ice is back. And I don’t know why I’m reading anything into that, she was stone cold before and it didn’t stop me wanting her; didn’t stop me having her. ‘You OK?’ Hey! I can be a gentleman when I want to be. I got manners.

‘I’m just fine.’

She walks over to me, and I can’t take my eyes off her tits. They’re pushing against her T-shirt, begging me to give them some attention and I could suck on those tits like a baby, all day long. Man, I got it bad!

She don’t miss the fact I’m staring but, shit! Come on! I’ve just had my fist up her pussy. I don’t think me staring at her tits is gonna bother her.

She’s right in front of me now, and I take a second to actually look at her properly. She really is beautiful. And contrary to what I thought before, I don’t think there’s anything fake about her, well, maybe her hair color. Her pussy’s shaved so I can’t say for sure.

‘We really do need to talk now,’ she whispers, and she slides a hand around the back of my neck and pulls my head down, and her mouth’s on mine before I can say anything. She’s got me here; I’m like a cornered rat as she pushes me back against the wall, her tongue sliding into my mouth and I take it, gladly. This is a first for me, I have to tell you. No woman’s ever made a move on me, not like this. Ain’t ever happened before, until now.

I slip a hand up under her T-shirt and touch the small of her back, sliding it lower, cupping her ass, and she ain’t wearing no panties now. I guess Jesus does listen to my prayers.

‘You wanna talk
now
?’ I murmur, keeping my hand on her ass. She ain’t complaining.

She nods and leans in to kiss me again, and her mouth, man, it’s all warm and soft and I suddenly realize how much I like kissing her. It’s not something I’ve ever taken a great deal of pleasure in; kissing. I’ve always thought it too intimate; it brings you too close to someone. Kissing can give out messages I ain’t ever wanted to send, so I’ve never really spent a great deal of time indulging in it. I fuck ‘em and run, that’s the way it’s always been. I never saw a need to change that. But the way Izzi’s kissing me now…

‘You know what I
really
wanna do?’

I’m stalling. I‘m just trying to put off the inevitable, because this shit-crazy situation we’re in here, it’s changed. She needs to know what’s happening now.

‘What do you really want to do?’ She still seems quite happy for my hand to remain firmly on her ass, but I’m wondering if I should move it now. Might be slightly inappropriate to leave it there when I tell her what I need to tell her… Christ! When did I get a freakin’ conscience?

‘I want to take you to bed, fuck you nine ways ‘til Sunday, then fuck you some more. I want to take as much of you as I can, Izzi, because tomorrow, you’re going home.’

She lets go of me like I’m on fire, stepping right away, and I knew that was gonna happen. What else did I think she was gonna do?

‘Home?’

‘You’re going back to the UK, baby.’

Her eyes burn into mine and I sense a fight looming. She’s a stubborn bitch, I can tell. But she ain’t gonna win. ‘I’m not going anywhere, not until I’ve finished the job I came here to do.’

‘It ain’t happening, Izzi.’

‘Are you going back on your promise?’

‘I don’t remember promising you anything, darlin’.’

‘You promised to help me.’

‘I promised to help you find the people who killed your daddy and your fiancé. I did that. But these people, Izzi – you don’t mess with them.’

‘I’m not leaving until someone’s paid for what they did, Mack, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop me.’

‘This is
my
town, darlin’, and you don’t just walk in here and start shit you can’t control. If I do what you want me to do, you have no idea of the repercussions…’

‘You know what, Mack? I don’t give a shit about you. And I don’t need your fucking help anymore, OK? I can do this by myself. Just tell me who they are…’

I laugh, I can’t help it. Is she fucking serious? ‘I ain’t telling you shit, darlin’. For your own safety.’

‘Fuck
you
!’

She spits the words out, and I sense a real danger here. I ain’t sure she’s gonna do as she’s told, and I can’t afford to take that risk. I shouldn’t even
be
here. I should be over at the clubhouse, checking up on how last night went. Although, there’ve been no phone calls so I’m sensing we’re OK. Odi might be a complete dick when it comes to women, but when it comes to getting a job done, he’s smart. He knows what he’s doing, which is why I sent him out there, with Viper’s crew. ‘Am I gonna have to baby-sit you, sweetheart?’

‘Like I said, Mack, fuck
you!
’

I step forward and grab her arm, grasping her wrist tight. I ain’t got time for games. She’s a problem I didn’t ask for, don’t need and don’t want. What I need is to be spending my time keeping Viper and his crew on side, not planning how to gun them down because I let my cock do the thinking. I saw her, I wanted her, I let her talk me into something I had no idea would become this complicated. Yeah, OK, I was weak. I’ll hold my hands up. She got to me. But now I’ve fucked her I can see clearly. It’s out of my system. My head’s back where it needs to be, and this is a lesson I’ve, thankfully, learned before it’s too late – don’t let a woman get to you. Because it could be fucking fatal.

‘You’re going home, Izzi, even if I have to put you on that fucking plane myself. You got that?’

‘You can’t keep me prisoner.’

‘That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
You
ain’t going anywhere,
I
ain’t going anywhere. Not until it’s time to take you to the airport.’

I let go of her arm, which was a mistake, because the second I do that she slaps me so hard I actually stumble backwards.
Jesus!
This bitch has got some strength to go with those balls.

‘You have no idea what I’ve been through to get here. You have no – fucking – idea.’

I place a hand against my cheek, and I can feel the skin hot against my palm. She sure hit me with some force there. And the crazy thing is, it’s making my cock hard, it’s a freakin’ turn-on! ‘So tell me.’

She leans back against the countertop and folds her arms defensively against herself, turning her head to look out of the window. ‘I had to know what I was walking into, Mack.’ She lowers her voice, and the anger seems to be dissipating slightly. ‘I had to become someone I never thought I could be, to do this; to even
think
about doing this. And I’ve always been tough, always been strong, but this…’ She bows her head, and I feel a wave of something I can’t explain wash over me. ‘Coming back to a strange country, on my own, it was hard. But I kept thinking of that night, what they did to Aiden; my father. The look in their eyes as they mercilessly gunned them down… wondering why they didn’t do the same to me…’ I watch as she throws back her head and lets out a long sigh. It’s almost painful to listen to. ‘I had to come back here, and I had to be ready, and the things I’ve had to do to make sure I’m…’ She stops talking, and I don’t want her to do that, I want her to carry on. I want to know what this beautiful, damaged young woman has had to go through to get her to the point where she’s quite calmly talking about ending someone’s life. I do that shit on a regular basis, but I’m a fucked-up bastard who can handle anything. She isn’t. ‘I found someone on the internet…’ She suddenly lets out an almost manic laugh, as though she can’t comprehend what she’s just said. ‘How fucking naïve does that make me sound? I found someone on the internet… well, we kind of found each other…’

I move a little closer to her, finally pulling my hand away from my cheek, and our eyes lock. The connection is so real, so powerful, and it scares the shit outta me. I’m in a situation I ain’t ever been in before, and I have no fucking clue how to handle it.

‘But that’s exactly what happened. I found somebody on the internet. He lives in a town about forty miles from here, and he… Jesus! My dad would fucking freak if he knew some of the shit I’ve done…’

‘What did he do, Izzi? This man. What did you
let
him do?’

She’d broken the stare for a second or two but her eyes are back on mine now, and all I can see in them is a determination I ain’t sure I can fight.

‘He taught me to shoot; how to handle a gun. He taught me to fight, taught me how to deal with the kind of shit I had every chance of coming across. He taught me how to survive; how to become this person I needed to be in order to do that.’

‘Why didn’t you just ask
him
to help you kill Viper’s crew?’ I could’ve bitten my tongue off the second the words were out of my mouth. I’ve just given her the fucking information she needs to cause a whole heap of trouble, and there’s no way I can take it back now.

Her eyes narrow, and her face clouds over with a hardness I’m fast becoming familiar with. ‘Viper’s crew…’ She whispers the words, and that sends a wave of dread shooting through me.

‘This man you went to, Izzi… who was he?’

Her eyes are darting this way and that now, like she’s on edge, anxious; like she’s just snorted something up that pretty nose of hers and now it’s taking effect. ‘I can’t…’ All of a sudden she snaps out of the trance she appeared to have drifted into. ‘He… he’s no one.’

Her voice has suddenly gone all weird, and I’m fucking worried now. ‘Why didn’t you just get him to help you, Izzi?’