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  He gripped his shaft and stroked the massive length several times while watching her. It seemed vulgar and obscene, but God she loved it, and loved watching him do it. But it was when he took off his cut, placed it on the dresser, and then removed his shirt that she had to clench her hands into fists by her sides to stop herself from reaching out and touching him. She wanted him, wanted to run her tongue along all of the hard muscle on his body, and over the tattoos that covered it. Seeing Malice with no clothes on and clearly wanting her was an aphrodisiac all in itself. He had a very light sprinkling of hair on his upper chest, and a dark line of hair that started at his belly button and went right down to his cock. And when he had turned she had seen the tattoo on his back. It was the same patch design of the one he wore on his cut: a motorcycle silhouetted behind a rising phoenix. With his arms and chest covered in ink, he looked so good, so dangerous, and so very masculine. In his presence she felt like a woman. He moved back toward her, slid his hands down her collarbones, across her breasts, and continued his path until he got to her pants. He didn’t remove them right away like she would have thought, but instead rested his head in the crook of her neck. Seconds passed that felt more like minutes, and all she wanted was to do this, to finally feel him do the things to her that she envisioned. They may have only known each other for such a short time, but when something felt this good it seemed almost wrong to go against it.

  “Why are you stopping?” She could hear her pulse racing in her ears, and feel it in her throat.

  “Are you sure about this, baby, because once we do this it can’t be undone.” His voice was so very deep, and she felt it vibrate along her neck. “When I take you it will be for good, I will not let you go. I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re my old lady, and that if they fuck with you, they fuck with me.” He breathed in and out heavily, and his warm, humid breath was making another part of her even moister. “And believe me when I say they don’t want to fuck with me and what’s mine.”

  She had no doubts that he could deliver on that promise. Hell, she had seen his fierceness already. She shook her head and lifted her hands so she could rest them on his narrow waist. “I’m sure. I don’t think I have ever been surer of anything in my life before.” And she meant that, every single word. She heard him swallow, and then when she moved her hands up his sides and rested them on his pecs he groaned. When he moved closer and the hot, hard length of his cock pressed against her belly, a half sigh half moan left her. A spark of iciness touched her skin, and she looked down and stared at the piercing at the tip of his erection. She knew enough that that type of piercing was called a Prince Albert. Of course she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel inside of her.

  “I want you so fucking badly.” He breathed against her, groaned and thrust his hips forward so she felt his cock and piercing once again. “I could come without even being inside of you, baby.” He ran his tongue up the length of her throat. “I could lick every part of you, suck at your nipples, your clit…”

  A tremble moved through her, and she tightened her hands on his shoulders

  “I could suck on you all night long until you came all over my face.” He scraped his teeth over the area he had just run his tongue along. “I want to memorize you, Adrianna, so that there isn’t one inch of you that isn’t ingrained in my head.”

  She felt dizzy, high, and drunk from the sensation overload that was swarming her. “Please, Malice.”

  He groaned against her neck, but he didn’t kiss her or touch her anymore. Instead he pulled back so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Hold on, baby.” He pulled away from her, and she braced a hand on the wall beside her for support.

  Her knees shook, her head spun, and she was so uncomfortably wet that she wanted out of her panties and pants. Everything felt hazy, but soon her mind and vision cleared and she was able to focus on what Malice was doing: grabbing a condom. She clenched her thighs together once more because the sight of his wide shoulders and muscular back covered in ink had her clit tingling. He turned back around, and of course her gaze went right to the massive cock that jutted from him. But Adrianna couldn’t help it.

  He stalked forward, and really there was no other word that effectively described what he was doing. He stopped mere inches from here, and she stared at the small cut on his bottom lip. Without thinking, just acting, she lifted her hand and ran the pad of her finger right beside it. He didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. He just stared right into her eyes.

  “Do I frighten you?” he said low and then glanced down at her mouth.

  “A little.” There was no need to lie, but even if she said no Adrianna knew he would have known she was lying.

  He lifted his hand and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “Your instincts are telling you I am not a good man.” He was focused on what he was doing with his thumb on her lip. “You’re smart to be afraid of me, but you,” he lifted his gaze to hers, “shouldn’t be. Ever.” He slipped his hand behind her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and leaned down to kiss her. With his lips still on hers he moved forward, which caused her to move backward. The edge of the bed stopped her from moving any further.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Adrianna.” He started touching her all over now, and it was like an animal was unleashed. He covered her chest with his big hands and rubbed his thumbs along the aching peaks. He did this for long, agonizing minutes, and just when she opened her mouth to tell him she couldn’t handle anymore, he slipped his hands down and in a matter of seconds had her pants and panties off.

  There she stood, completely bared for him, and never before feeling this kind of heat and chill move through her body at the same time. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Malice made this low sound in his throat, and in the next second he was gripping her ass and lifting her up. On instinct she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her breasts were pressed snugly against his muscular chest, and the solid, hot length of his cock slid through her slick folds. He rubbed his beard covered cheek along her smooth one, and the scruff abraded her flesh in the most delicious ways. And then she was on her back on the bed with Malice over her. He used his narrow hips to push her thighs apart, and the stretch of unused muscles protested from the action.

  “Malice.” She hadn’t meant to say his name, but it had come from her on its own, as if she were pleading for him to give her what she really needed.

  “I know, baby. I fucking know what you need, because it’s what I need, too.” His cock was steel against her pussy, and the thick length slid along her folds and parted them. The cold and hard ridge from his piercing teased her overheated skin. A groan spilled from her, and she was surprised by how needy sounding it was.

  “I want you, Malice.” She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she didn’t want to stop. He leaned down and nuzzled her at the same time he ground his cock into her. The base of his shaft pressed into her clit, sending sparks of electricity through her. “Christ, baby, you have no idea how good that feels.” He pressed more firmly against her, and her mouth opened on a silent cry. He kept hold of her with one strong hand, and used the other to reach between their bodies and align the tip of his dick with the opening of her body. Adrianna wasn’t a virgin, but she also hadn’t been with a man that was so well endowed. His gaze was trained between them, and the fact that he was watching himself as he pushed his dick into her body was so damn erotic. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and said, “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He moved the tip up and down her slit, and then pushed just the tip into her. “And so tight.” He said the last word on a groan. “If you knew how hard I want to fuck you, how much I want you to feel that you’re mine, I’d frighten you, baby.”

  Adrianna closed her eyes close at the delicious way he stretched her and at the feeling of his piercing hidden only by a thin layer of latex moving against her sensitive flesh. “God, Malice, I want that.” She felt delirious for him and loved his filthy words. The
burning pain and ecstasy slammed into her as he continued to push all of those long, thick inches inside of her. The pain left her as the pleasure increased. He moved his hands behind her and gripped her ass in a bruising hold. She liked that added spark of pain, loved that it told her he was barely controlling himself.

  “You’re so fucking tight and hot.” His voice was guttural, and his eyes were closed. With every inch he pushed into her, she finally realized what it was to be claimed. She had never felt this way about anyone, had never even thought feeling these emotions and sensations was possible. “Does it feel good, baby?” he asked in a harsh voice.

  “Yes. God, it feels so good.”

  With one more thrust he buried the last inch of his cock into her and groaned out deeply. They both let out a hard grunt of pleasure, and Adrianna curled her nails into his back, loving how he filled and stretched every single part of her. He pulled out of her, and then pushed back in just as slowly. His breath became quicker when he started thrusting in and out of her, and the heavy sack beneath his dick slapped against her ass.

  “Oh my God, Malice.” She felt her eyes widen, knew her orgasm was imminent, and tightened her hold on him.

  “That’s it.” He groaned out. “Dig your nails into me. Make it fucking hurt, baby.”

  It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. With every thrust of his hips she moved up on the bed, but he placed a hand on her shoulder and kept her stationary for his erotic punishment. A high pitched gasped left her. “More, Malice. God, more.” Here she was, begging him for it harder and faster. He never stopped his steady thrusting. In and out, and more ferociously. He lowered his head, and his mouth was right by her ear. She tightened her hold on him, wanting him closer, because for this one moment Malice didn’t want anyone but her.

  “God, I’ve never felt anything like this, Adrianna.” His voice was a rough whisper. The root of his cock rubbed along her clit, back and forth, again and again until that burst of pleasure escalated.

  Her entire body tightened, signaling her climax. The pleasure rushed to the surface and stole all of her sanity. “I’m close, Malice.” His name came out of her on a gasp.

  “Come all over my cock, baby.” He thrust hard and severely into her, hitting something deep that had her inner muscles clenching around him violently. “Yeah, that’s fucking it. Tighten around me, make me come right along with you, Adrianna.”

  Adrianna arched her neck and opened her mouth on a silent cry. Her climax took everything out of her, stole her energy, her strength, and replaced it with this euphoric sensation. He slammed into her, pressing his body fully against hers now as he continued to pump his hips back and forth. Her thighs ached from how wide they were spread, and her skin was slick with perspiration. He bottomed out in her, almost slipped free from her body, but then just as quickly slammed back into her. He was an animal as he made these guttural noises and nipped at her neck. When her orgasm started to wane he reached between their bodies and found her clit with his thumb.

  “Come on, baby. Don’t make me work for a second one,” he grunted out. “Make my dick good and wet.” It was like he knew the pleasure was ebbing and wasn’t about to have any of that.

  “I want to fuck you so hard, make you scream out my name.” He pounded into her harder now, and a cry of pain and pleasure left her. “I want to do filthy fucking things to you, lick every part of your body, and then slide my dick into your tight ass.”

  His word were so coarse and hard, but they matched the way he was fucking her, and that was exactly what he was doing. Another orgasm slammed into her so fast that stars danced in front of her vision. She was about to cry out again, but Malice anticipated it and slammed his mouth on hers so hard their teeth clashed together. Her lips would be sore, but she didn’t care. Spearing her hands in his hair, she tugged on the strands and moaned.

  “But all of that can wait, because right now this is all I want, Adrianna. You are all I want.” With one more brutal push into her Malice buried his entire length in her pussy and groaned out as he came. She swore she could feel him swell even further, and feel the heavy pulse as he emptied himself. When he sagged against her, his chest rising and falling, compressing hers and causing it to be difficult for her to breathe, she closed her eyes and sighed. He clenched the hand still holding onto her ass cheek and groaned once more. “Shit, Adrianna. That was…”

  When he didn’t respond she opened her eyes and turned her head so she could look at him. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

  He braced his elbow on the bed by her head and pushed up slightly. He used his other hand to brush away her bangs. For several seconds neither said anything, but it was a very comfortable silence. The sounds of music and laughter came from the main room, but it seemed so distant, and as if they were in a different world.

  “Everything is going okay here?”

  She curled into him more and closed her eyes, just absorbing his scent and body heat. “It is. Honestly, these women are very strong, and are already talking about the things they want out of life.”

  He ran his fingers up and down her arm. “It takes a strong woman to survive things like they have … like you have.” He leaned down and kissed the crown of her head.

  “I overheard some of them talking about working with Lucien and the club once they are ready.”

  He hummed in agreement in a very sleepy way. “It’s their choice what they want to do. If they want to go back to selling themselves, that’s their choice. We can hire them to work for the club doing that. They will be safe and protected. But if they want to do other things, cleaning, cooking, shit like that, we can help find them something as well.”

  She closed her eyes, thinking over everything he had said, and all the things she had experienced while in River Run.

  “How do you honestly feel about me being in the MC and how we make a living?”

  She leaned back and looked at him in the face. How did she feel? “Honestly?” She stared at him, and then he nodded. Before she answered she lifted her hand and ran her finger between his eyes. His entire body shook as if he couldn’t control himself, and she realized a man of this size and power was just as breakable as she was. “Honestly, it doesn’t bother me.” She smiled and pushed his hair away from his face. She ran her fingers over his beard, loved that the short coarse strands tickled her skin, and sighed. “I have been around illegal and immoral things my entire life, and none of them had been anywhere near this kind of set-up.” She glanced at the ceiling and let her gaze travel over the natural pine structure and beams. “You actually care, as does your club. These women are going to sell themselves no matter what.” When she looked at Malice she could see he still had this hard look on his face.

  “We do bad shit, too, Adrianna.”

  His body was strung so tight that she could feel the clench and unclenching of his muscles under her hands. “We all have done bad shit in our lives.” Did she want to know every little thing that made up Malice? One day, yes, but right now she was content with the man he had showed her. “You know, when I first started dating Phillip he was nice and sweet, a real gentleman.” The low sound that came from Malice was very hostile, but she felt no fear from it. “But even though he showed me this really great guy on the outside, I knew deep down he was no different from the men my mother always hung around.”

  “Why did you stay with him?”

  She shrugged, still feeling shame and self-disgust that she hadn’t been stronger and that she allowed herself to be subjected to that. “I don’t know. Maybe I thought I didn’t deserve better.”

  “I don’t ever want to fucking hear you say that again.” His tone was hard and brooked no argument, and she was seeing that strong biker that didn’t take shit from anyone break through.

  “You’re right, Malice. I shouldn’t allow myself to think like that.” This was a long road for her, but she knew she didn’t want to do it alone. “But even though I fell for Phillip’s façade I also believe that I have gr
own stronger from everything that has happened.” He hadn’t asked her about a detailed report of her past, and for that she was thankful for. Some things were meant to stay behind them.

  “I’m not like that motherfucker.”

  Would she ever get used to his growly attitude? She didn’t think so, but she liked it. It made her actually feel alive, and that was the first time she had ever said that or felt that way. “Believe me, I know that, knew that instantly.”

  He pulled her closer to him again, and she rested her head on his chest. The sun had already set, and although there was laughing downstairs, and it broke up the silence that surrounded them, there was this tranquility in her. If this was a bad mistake, then it was the best one she had ever made.

  ****

  Adrianna stared out her bedroom window and watched some of the girls work on the garden outside.

  “Do you want to talk about anything?”

  Adrianna looked at Molly and shook her head. “Not really. Things have been going well, actually.” Adrianna turned back around and stared at Kendra, who was laughing at something Cecilia said. The windows in the cabin were pretty thick, and so she didn’t hear a car approaching until she saw the dark van with a massive cross making its way toward the cabin. But the Brothers that were there watching over them that day were already on it. There were no fences or gates around the property, because honestly unless someone knew about this place it was pretty much off the map.