Snapped: Satan's Fools MC (2 page)

It was doubtful anyone would miss Raven anyway.

Morgana checked the prime rib and made sure there was Yorkshire pudding, baked potatoes, a salad, and his favorite homemade cherry pie for dessert. He would gobble it all up like the pig he was lately and she might get a grunted thanks. He’d expect a blowjob and would want to go to bed early, all of which suited her just fine. The one time she had thought she was pregnant, he had screamed at her to get rid of it and that he wasn’t in love with her anymore. He was only with her because she worked at the prison, which helped his club, and because he was scared Whistler and True would kill him. In reality, she was worth more to Satan’s Fools MC than Raven was. She’d tried to leave that night, but he’d beaten her up badly.

Why had she been such a fool for all these years, she wondered again for the millionth time.

Raven roared into the driveway and saw Morgana had opened the garage door for him as she always did when she heard his bike. He had just had it checked for his trip and everything was fine. He knew she would have a good meal on the table and licked his lips. He wasn’t sure what was going on in her head lately—wearing those baggy-ass clothes and jumping like a scared mouse whenever he was around. Getting away from her was going to be good for the both of them. At one time, he had loved the beautiful auburn-haired woman with her cute pixie haircut. How things had changed over the years, though. He cheated on her and never hid it. He wasn’t sure if she knew or not and didn’t much care either.

He wished she would leave him, but no matter how mean he was, she just took it in stride. Her brother was always there watching this past year and, as his vice president, he couldn’t dump his sister without there being ramifications. He’d probably end up buried alive in some hole after being stomped almost to death. Whistler would love to do it, too; he knew it in his gut. He’d whistle as he stomped him and might even cut off his cock and shove it down his throat for good measure. He’d been warned by both True and Whistler not to hurt their baby sister, but Raven had been in love then. He’d calm his antics down now that True was getting outta jail. He wouldn’t think twice about killing him if Morgana complained about the way Raven treated her. True was a mean son of a bitch and the president of Satan’s Fools MC. His baby sister did no wrong in his eyes, either. Granted, Morgana did a lot for the club and that gave him cred in the MC, but something was sorely lacking in their relationship over the past few years. He knew she wanted a baby, but he wasn’t fool enough to get even more tied to her. She was the perfect ol’ lady too—never caused a problem, never asked questions, and did as she was told. Why he didn’t want her anymore, he didn’t even know.

Cursing his lot in life, he got off his bike and headed into the kitchen. “Morgana, you got my dinner ready? I’m fucking starving and I gotta leave early tomorrow.” He opened the oven door and saw the prime rib. They looked perfect and he saw that she had made that pudding he liked too.
She’s taking this well
, he thought, noticing the cherry pie cooling on the counter.

“Raven, if you let me check the meat, I can have it ready after you shower.” She looked at him and wrinkled her nose.

He walked over and grabbed her, ruffling her short hair and pushing her face into his arm pit. “I stink to you, Mor? That didn’t used to bother you.” She gagged and, for some reason, he got angry and held her there. “What the fuck is it with you? I’ll shower and you make sure the food is on the table when I get out.” He pushed her away from him and looked at her disgustedly. She stared after him with sad eyes.

“Not even a kiss for me?” She sounded hurt and began to walk away dejectedly.

Raven suddenly felt bad and caught her shirt, pulling her back to him. She turned and faced him, the glint of tears in her eyes. His lips crashed down on hers as his tongue pushed past her pouting lips. She melted into his arms and kissed him back hungrily. He patted her ass as he ended the kiss. “I do stink, and thanks for making me a special dinner.”

He strode off toward the bedroom and Morgana watched him. For a moment there, he had almost been the man she had married. She pushed the thought out of her head and went into the kitchen to check on the meat. She took the prime rib out and thrust a meat thermometer into the roast. Rare, perfect as he liked it. She left them as she chopped some chives for the sour cream he would want with his potato. The puddings were done and the salad was ready, so she set the dining room table quickly. God forbid everything not be ready when he wanted to eat. This was the last good meal Raven would enjoy for months to come. She had the syringes hidden under a woman’s magazine.
Fuck Raven
.
He can stink until even he can’t stand his own stench. Then, I’ll allow him a shower,
she decided.

* * *

Raven was finally done with the cherry pie and put his fork down. He looked at Morgana. She still looked so young and sweet, but he didn’t know why they had drifted apart. He wanted to love her as he did in the beginning. Other times, he just wanted to be free to do as he pleased. The money she made as a prison nurse was great, he knew that. He didn’t make as much money fixing bikes as she did working at the prison unless it was a designer bike for some hot shot, but she never rubbed that in his face. She used to be so much fun in the beginning, but this life took its toll on couples. She didn’t party as much, and he felt the constant changing of her shifts had started the downfall of their relationship.

“You wanna get laid before I leave? I’m not sure why your fucking brother has me going nomad, but I don’t ask Whistler questions. Unless you already know?” He looked at her, feeling something was off.

Morgana shot him an odd look. “I don’t ask my brother questions. If you want me to ask him to send someone else, I can try…”

Raven looked at her like she was fool. “Fuck no. And give him an excuse to call me a pussy? He’d know right away you were asking for me. I know how his brain works. I’m going to lie down. If you wanna get some of me, leave the dishes and get in the bedroom.” He stood up, his boots heavy on the wood floor as he strode to the bedroom.

Morgana slowly followed and watched him undress. He ripped the club t-shirt off and stared at her expectantly. He sighed loudly, then said, “Get undressed and stop looking at me like you’re a doe caught in headlights, for Christ’s sake.” He laid down on the bed staring at the ceiling, not looking at her.

She thought of all the memories she had of him undressing her and tickling her before making love to her, the hours in bed Raven spent licking whipped cream off of her, and the times she’d go down on him when he had whiskey-dick and took forever to come. Never once—no matter if she was sick, had her period, or was dead tired—did she say no to his demands.

She turned the light off and slipped out of her clothes. She knew she had to please him and hoped he didn’t notice her slight belly or enlarged breasts. His body was hard and hot and she knew every tattoo on him.

He reached over and pulled her to him. “There’s something different about you. You didn’t used to hide your body from me. What the fuck is going on?”

His fingers circled her nipple and she started to get wet. She quickly scooted down the bed and crawled between his legs and grabbed his cock at the base. She began to tongue the head with slow circles as she traced a nail down the shaft. She knew exactly want turned her ol’ man on and planned to make it a night he’d be remembering for the rest of his life. Her other hand cupped his balls as she took his cock deep into her mouth, sucking harder and harder as she deep-throated him.

Raven moaned and he ran his fingers through her hair.
Holy fuck, Morgana knew how to suck cock.
Has it been so long since I’ve come down her throat?
he wondered as he shot his load. She moved off of him into the bathroom. He heard her gagging and wondered what the fuck was up with that. He heard her brush her teeth and saw her in the bathroom light. Damn, her tits looked huge. When had that happened? He wondered if it was an illusion. She’d been losing weight, so maybe that made her tits looked bigger. He saw the raven with his name scrolled under it and thought how perfect it looked on her lower back as she turned.

“Morgana, I wanna fuck you. I didn’t get you off.” His voice was gruff. “Get your ass back on the bed.”

“Raven, I don’t mind. I know you have to leave early. I was going to make sure all your clothes were dry.”

“Nah, I wanna sink my cock into you.” His hand stroked his cock and she could see he was hard again and waiting. “You get on top so I can play with your tits. I swear they’re bigger.”

She took a deep breath and tried to get out of having sex with him. “I’m not wet enough, Rav, it will hurt.”

“Get that sweet ass over here and I’ll make ya wet enough.” He was simply not going to take no for an answer.

She slipped into the bed next to him and he moved between her legs. Fuck, he was going to eat her out. She felt the juices start. Raven had a magical tongue and just the thought of him licking her and getting her off made her wetter.

His tongue circled her clit and he thrust his middle finger into her. She heard him whisper, “Still can get you wet just by telling you I’m gonna lick ya, huh?”

She had to answer him. Her voice came out strangled, “Yeah, you sure do make me wet.”

He sucked hard on her clit, his finger pumping in and out of her so fast that she was pulsing against it. Just as she was ready to blast, he withdrew and laid back next to her. He took her chin into his hand and turned her to face him. “I want you to ride me and take my cock deep and hard inside of you. Got me?”

She didn’t answer because he was kissing her and she was too turned-on. As soon as the kiss ended, she climbed on top of him. He held his cock as she positioned herself over it. He removed his hand and she sunk down on it, taking it all the way into her. She knew he would want her to sit like that for a moment so he could feel her all around his shaft. His hands went to her breasts and began to massage them until he got to her nipples. She had very sensitive ones and he began to pull and twist them. That was the cue to move and she began to ride him. Her head was tossed back as she went up and down, using his cock for all it was worth. She had missed his cock buried deep inside of her. She was lost in the heat of the moment and she was like a wild animal trying to get as much of him as she could.

Raven lay there enjoying the sight of Morgana riding him. It hadn’t been this good in so long. This was what he had missed. He watched her mouth form an O as she got closer to squirting. His fingers felt a bit wet, which made him curious, but his cock was ready to burst and he didn’t want to come just yet.

Suddenly, he pulled out and Morgana moaned. “You aren’t getting off so easy. I want doggie style.”

He pushed her off of him and waited for her to get on her hands and knees. He got off the bed and pulled her hips toward his waiting cock. He thrust into her and she cried out as he fucked her standing up. She laid her head down on the bed and pushed her ass up higher. She knew exactly what Raven expected. He moved inside of her, going deeper each time until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her muscles clenched and grabbed his cock.

“Raven, I can’t wait. I’m gonna get off.” She was moaning his name as he blasted into her. Her moans were so sexy and he stayed still as he felt her squirt all over him. Finally, she was done and he pulled out, leaving her dripping wet. He moved aside to let her get up. She ran into the bathroom and he lay back down.

He knew something was off. She wasn’t bitching about him leaving. It had been perfect and they hadn’t had anything perfect in years. He watched as she came back into the bedroom and pulled her robe on.

“I’m going to make sure your clothes are dry. I’ll try not to wake you when I come back up to bed.”

She hurried out of the room and grabbed the two syringes and put them into her robe pocket. Raven might come down to the basement and, if he did, she’d be ready for him. She missed the old Raven so much and the sex had been so good. Why couldn’t they just be a normal couple and enjoy life? She was starting to wonder if she could really lock him in a cell, let alone drug him. If he was violent, it would be easier to jam a needle into him. The dryer was still on and she leaned against the washer, wondering what Raven was thinking.

* * *

Raven lay there too lazy yet to get up and shower Morgana off of him. There was something so different about the way her body felt. He got up, flipped the light on, and noticed there were wet spots on the sheets. He ripped them off the bed. He didn’t sleep in a soiled bed and she knew that. He showered and dried off, tossing his towel on the floor and pulling on boxers. He decided to take the sheets downstairs for Morgana to wash. He grabbed them and walked down the stairs. He found her just standing there staring at the false wall.