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  She licked her lips, not about to show him that Easy had gotten under her skin, and it was all because she’d made the comment about fucking Mayhem. He had his eyes trained right on her, the joint between his lips again. He inhaled, pulled it away, and held it out to her. Butters had her fair share of partying. She didn’t touch the hard shit, but pot always helped her relax.

  She took the joint and brought it to her lips, taking a nice long pull from the roach, holding in the smoke, and trying not to have eye contract with Mayhem. Right now, especially with her being so buzzed, everything seemed ultra sensitive, highly aware. Even his body heat seemed more pronounced, slamming into her until sweat lined between her breasts and down the length of her spine.

  They stood there, neither speaking as they finished off the joint, and Butters trying not to focus too hard on Mayhem. He flicked the butt away, the scent and lingering haze of the smoke still surrounding them. Butters cleared her throat, that familiar burn and dryness, that slight tingle and tightness from getting high, taking root.

  “You don’t seem like the type of person to run when confronted with something or someone.”

  Surprise filled her at his accusation, or more so his observation.

  “I didn’t run.” But she had. No way she’d admit that to Mayhem, though.

  He now had his hands in his pants pockets, and the light was behind him, casting the front of him in deep shadows.

  Why had he come after her? It wasn’t like he cared about her emotions, about how she felt. Butters was nothing to him but a piece of ass—an expensive piece of ass—so the fact he actually came after her made that tightness in her chest ease, but only marginally. She wrung her hands together and looked down, not knowing what else to say. The awkwardness was there, but for her it was the arousal that was most pronounced.

  She certainly couldn’t, and wouldn’t, tell him she had been slightly jealous, that the woman had gotten under her skin … that he had gotten under her skin.

  “No more lying, Butters,” Mayhem stated without any room for negotiation.

  “I’m not.” She wouldn’t budge from this, or how she’d responded. She licked her suddenly dry lips and noticed he watched the act.

  “Some club bitch got under your skin, and you hauled ass out of there.” His voice had dropped an octave, and the normally rough timbre now seemed like a low growl.

  Her heart was beating so fast. Can he hear it? Does he know the effect he causes in me in just this short time? Do I want him to notice how much emotion he’s making me feel?

  Before she could censor herself, she was telling him the truth, and because the alcohol and pot were making fast work through her body, she started talking. “You want to know the truth?” she challenged.

  All he did was cock a dark eyebrow.

  “Yeah, the bitch got under my skin. I don’t like it, don’t like she did it because of you, and that I allowed myself to care one iota.” She felt brave right now, even if that was a foolish move. But when the gaze between them got too intense, she dropped her focus to the ground, trying to breathe easy.

  His finger on her chin brought her head up, and she was looking into his eyes once more. His gaze searched her face, and she felt stupid over the whole situation. No doubt at any moment he would laugh her off, tell her that her sole purpose was to spread her legs, that in just a week’s time she’d be dismissed and he wouldn’t give her a second thought.

  That’s what you want, too. You want your time with him to be over with, want to go back to your life.

  Instead, his response was leaning down and capturing her mouth with his. A gasp left her at the feel of his powerful kiss, of his strong lips on hers, stroking, taking what he wanted.

  His kiss was hard, demanding, and when his hands landed on each side of her face, tilting her head, controlling her so that she was helpless against him, Butters felt herself melt even further. She didn’t care about anything at this moment except letting Mayhem do this to her, and he was the one with the power, with the control.

  Mayhem was every kind of bad for her, but at this moment, at this exact time, all she could think about was how his mouth on hers was doing wicked things to her body, making her feel lost, submissive … making her not care that she should keep her distance emotionally.

  He shoved her back against the wall, the cold, rough surface of the brick greeting her as he pressed his chest against hers, sandwiching her between him and the building. Mayhem cupped her hips, his big hands on her making Butters feel small, petite even. She was never considered small, not now, and certainly not while growing up. With wide set hips, thighs that were thick, but firm, she’d always been considered “plus sized”. But it seemed Mayhem liked it, liked her extra cushioning.

  He slid his hands down her hips, over the base of her spine, and cupped her ass. For a second he just held the globes, but then he let out this low groan against her mouth, curled his fingers into the short skirt she’d worn, and hauled her fully against him. He was forceful with his actions, but she fucking loved it. Mayhem stroked his tongue along hers, took possession of her mouth like no other man had ever done, and had her a weak-kneed mess. She was so wet, the thong she wore soaked clean through from her arousal. It probably didn’t help that she was slightly drunk.

  And then he was moving his hands down only far enough he could grab the edge of her leather skirt and pull it up and over the curve of her ass. He panted hard against her mouth, his long, thick, and huge cock digging into her belly as he ground himself into her. It was like something snapped in him, something making this controlled man she’d seen break and become this animal.

  “You like my hands on you, like that I’m taking what I want.”

  He didn’t phrase it like a question, but she found herself nodding anyway, felt herself grow even wetter. But her strength, her resolve rose.

  “You want this, want me. Tell me. Admit it.”

  She would never admit she wanted this, never actually say the words. That would give Mayhem too much power, and she was too stubborn to let any man have that kind of control, even if her body betrayed whatever she said, however much she tried to deny it.

  “Tell me,” he demanded, his voice hard, unyielding, and serrated. He grabbed onto her ass even harder, made her gasp out from the pain he caused. But the pleasure that followed was surprising, welcome almost.

  “I’m not telling you I want you because that’s what you want,” she breathed out, trying to sound like he wasn’t affecting her as much as he really was. Before she knew what was happening he had one hand curling over the mound of her ass and slipping between her thighs. He grabbed the string of her thong, pulled it taut until it snapped away from her, and brought the tattered remains of the material up so she should see.

  The fabric that had been pressed to her pussy was soaking, and like a lewd bastard, like a man that knew how to turn on a woman without even saying anything, Mayhem brought that material to his nose and inhaled deeply. This low, animal-like sound came from him.

  “You fucking lie to me, Butters, and I’m done with letting you get away with it.”

  Chapter Nine

  Mayhem shoved her panties in the pocket of his jeans, placed his hand between her thighs again, right over her now bared pussy, and added pressure. “You cunt tells me you like what I’m doing. You’re fucking soaking, Butters,” he growled out her name.

  “It’s the alcohol,” she whispered. God, you’re a damn liar.

  He pushed her against the wall again, held up his hand, his fingers glistening from her wetness, and gripped her chin with his other hand.

  “Open,” he demanded.

  She felt her eyes widen, but parted her lips. He slipped his fingers into her mouth, made her taste herself, taste her lies.

  “Lick them clean.”

  She ran her tongue along the digits, sucking the cream off of them, and couldn’t help but make a small noise in the back of her throat.

  “Yeah, you like it,” he said almo
st to himself. Before she knew what was happening he had the fingers removed from her mouth, took a half a step back, and dropped to his haunches in front of her. Mayhem pushed her skirt up even more so it was now resting on top of her hips, her pussy on display, his face right there, seeing it all.

  “Mmm, I like that your cunt is all bare for me.”

  She licked her lips, placed her hands behind her on the rough brick, and tried to steady herself. She got Brazilian waxes, preferred herself smooth, and it was clear Mayhem liked that.

  His warm breath blew across her bare folds, and when he framed her pussy with his big hands, pulled her lips apart, she felt even more exposed. His swallow was audible, and the groan that followed was deep and filled with an arousal that matched her own frantic one.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby. I’m going to mouth-fuck you until you come all over me.”

  Oh, God.

  She did as he ordered and then felt him grip the back of her knee and bring it over his shoulder, having her pussy spread obscenely wide. His mouth was suddenly on her cleft, his tongue parting her folds as he ate her out almost violently. Knowing that there were bikers just around the corner was surprisingly erotic and turned her on even more.

  He had one hand back on her ass, keeping her pressed to his mouth as he did exactly what he said he would … mouth-fuck her. He squeezed the flesh at the same time he dipped his tongue into her body. He fucked her with his tongue and lips, his teeth scraping along her sensitive flesh.

  The rough scrape of the brick on her back added a hint of pain to the unbelievable ecstasy he was bringing her. The hand that had been gripping the back of her knee snaked between her thighs, and as soon as his thumb touched her clit she came, not able to stop herself from going over the edge.

  A low, keening cry left her, and she couldn’t help herself from spearing her hands in his hair and shamelessly grinding her pussy into his face, against his mouth. His deep groan sent vibrations through her clit, and little shockwaves of pleasure slammed into her.

  The grip she had on his hair was hard and she knew it had to hurt him, but his groans spoke differently, told her he liked it. Besides, she didn’t think she could have let go in that moment if she’d really wanted to. He gave her pussy one last long lick, like he was sucking on a lollipop, making sure he got all the flavor, and then stood. He grabbed her ass again and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of his erection press into her belly. He felt huge, monstrous even.

  He pressed his lips against hers again, ran his tongue along the seam before plunging into her mouth. She tasted herself and the hint of the alcohol and pot on his tongue. It was a potent mixture that had her moaning in his mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck, not able to stop this. But before her hands could connect he was taking a step back, breaking the kiss and all contact.

  He stared at her, his face partly hidden by the shadows, but she could feel his gaze on her. “I need you, Butters. I really fucking need you.” He reached down and palmed himself through his jeans, an obscene gesture, but one that had her hotter than fucking hell. “You want me to fuck you? You want my big cock plowing into her, making you mine?”

  His?

  “Yes,” she surprised herself by saying that one word automatically, instantly. The high and drunkenness she felt were almost too much, almost so intense she didn’t even feel like herself.

  Or maybe you really do just want him, want to surrender, submit.

  God, I really am pathetic. When she heard the sound of his zipper going down she opened them, not even realizing she’d closed them in the first place. She looked at his face, but of course there was no expression covering it. There was just deep rooted need.

  He rubbed himself through his jeans for several long seconds, just watching her, not moving or speaking. But then he reached between his fly and pulled his cock out. She lowered her gaze to the monster he unleashed, the massive erection that was long and thick, and the biggest damn cock she’d ever seen.

  The sight of him stroking himself, and running his hand up and down the huge length transfixed her. The tip was bulbous, slightly bigger than his length. The slit was wet with pre-cum, and when he shifted on his feet a swatch of light moved over his shaft, giving her another prime, illuminated shot of it.

  But it was the piercings he had that had her more turned on than anything else. Yes, piercings … plural.

  He had the crown of his cock pierced, an apadravya right through the bulbous head of his dick. But every time he stroked his hand down the length she caught a glimpse of a frenum piercing, a barbell that went right through the underside of his shaft.

  “I want you on your knees, hands behind your back.” His command was rough and left no room for argument.

  Butters swallowed, feeling her pulse increase and her pussy become wet again, despite the fact he’d already gotten her off. Her inner muscles clenched for something substantial, for the thickness of his cock, for something that only Mayhem could give her. She knew he’d stretch her so good, so much that it would hurt, but only in the best kind of way. She looked to her left because she could still hear people just around the corner, not sure why she cared if anyone saw them, because in all honesty she didn’t. Just the thought that they could walk around the side of the building and see what they were during aroused her.

  “Don’t think, just do as I say.”

  She should loathe him for the way he was talking to her, for the situation she was in, but he was saving her and Nate’s lives, and if he wanted her to be his whore, then fucking hell she’d be the best whore he’d ever had. Butters would make him addicted to her.

  She dropped to her knees and felt the gravelly ground dig into the tender flesh of her unprotected knees. The thick jut of his cock was right in her face, the slick tip begging to be sucked, to be cleaned off. She tilted her head back and looked up at him.

  “Hands, baby. Put your hands behind you back and suck my cock like you need it to survive.”

  She brought her hands behind her back and clasped her fingers together, her palms sweaty, her fingers shaking. Her whole body started to tense. The way he looked down at her, how he ran his fingers along the edge of her face, tracing her cheekbones, her chin, and moving lower to open her mouth with the digit and slip it inside, had her pussy clenching down harder. It was like he could see right into her, like he knew what she was feeling, thinking. It was like Mayhem knew what she wanted, and he’d give it all to her until she was suffocating from it.

  He was wrong for her, so very wrong, but even though she knew that, here she was, doing this shit anyway, and not because he paid her, but because she wanted to.

  He took himself in hand again, stroked his cock from root to tip, and then brought the head to her mouth. “You want my dick, don’t you?”

  She nodded, being the whore he wanted, the sultry seductress he craved.

  “You want to suck me off until I fill your mouth with my cum, make you gag on how much spunk there is.”

  Damn, he had a filthy mouth.

  The tip brushed against her lips, and he commanded her to open with that small touch. In this dirty alley behind his club where anyone could see them Butters closed her eyes, breathed out through her nose, and got ready to suck his dick like a pro. She’d make him know with this one act that even if he thought he had power, she held quite a bit of her own.

  She used gentle pressure at first, dragged her teeth along his length on the upstroke, and then used a hard suction on the down stroke. She used her tongue to tease the crowned head, the piercings that adorned him, and ran the muscle back down the thick vein that ran on the underside. He groaned and grunted and gripped her hair as he steadied her and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. His actions spurred her on until she was bobbing her head because she wanted his cum in her mouth, down her throat. He may have her on her knees, submitting before him, but at this moment, with his cock in her mouth, she held the power.

  His hands were tangled in
her hair, keeping her head immobilized as he slowly thrust his hips in and out of her mouth. “That’s it, Butters. God, so fucking good, baby.” She lifted her eyes, her mouth still wrapped around his dick.

  His head was downcast, his eyes half-lidded and completely focused on her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair to the point of pain, but she loved that. Humming around him, she sucked with more enthusiasm.

  “Yes,” he hissed right before he buried his shaft all the way in her mouth, his cockhead hitting the back of her throat and having her gag. He groaned after that happened, her eyes watering, but her pussy wet because she was so turned on. His balls rested against her chin, and with one guttural sound he came. His cum spilled down her throat, and she greedily swallowed it all.

  When he pulled his softening cock from her lips neither of them moved for several long seconds. He gripped her arms and helped her to stand, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her hard. He pulled back only long enough to say against her lips, “I need to have you in my bed, and have my cock buried in your tight little cunt, Butters.”

  Chapter Ten

  Butters was honestly in a hazy cloud, and didn’t even know how they’d made it back to Mayhem’s place as quickly as they did. It was all a haze of blurred colors and shapes, her mind processing everything at a mile a minute, and nothing making sense. She was pretty buzzed still, and in fact felt that last guzzle of whiskey start to climb her intoxication higher. The weed combated it slightly, but now she was in this foggy, pleasure-filled haze.

  Or maybe it’s because Mayhem got you off harder with just his mouth than you’ve ever come before?

  “I want you in my room, lying in the center of the bed, and naked for me, Butters,” Mayhem said with this commanding voice. She was standing by the door, her hands flat on it, and the remembrance of just earlier that day, when he’d been so close she had thought about being the one to kiss him, slammed into her mind.

  Moving on shaky legs down the hallway, she looked over her shoulder and watched as he went into the kitchen. She should have just kept it moving, but she was transfixed when he grabbed a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of chocolate sauce.