Page 19 of Biker's Dark Revenge

I tightened my grip on him as he began to move inside of me, seeming to sense how badly I wanted this. My eyes drifted shut as he fucked me hard, filling me in long, deep strokes that guided me closer and closer to the edge. All the tension and all the excitement of the evening had pushed me to the point of no return, where the pleasure seemed to boil in every inch of me at once, till there was nothing left – nothing left but the way it felt, the way it shimmered through every part of my body.

He kissed me again, his tongue in my mouth, his teeth catching on my bottom lip momentarily. I slid my hand over the nape of his neck, drawing him in even closer. I was panting against his mouth, gazing deep into his eyes, need and want melding together in my body until they bloomed into the beginnings of another orgasm. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back for much longer; I felt as though I was going to finish right then and there – the way he was moving inside of me, grinding into me, I could feel him pressing against my clit, that delicious pleasure moving further and further into me, deeper and deeper...

Until, finally, I felt it, the shock of my orgasm coursing through me once more. I gasped and grasped hold of him, gripping him tight as I came undone, pressing my head into his shoulder to muffle the sounds that wanted to escape my lips as I went over the edge. Oh, God, I couldn’t hold myself back and I didn’t want to. The flood of relief coursed through me as the orgasm rocked through my body was more than the first time, more than when he went down on me. It was more intense, a promise, it seemed, of everything that he wanted to give to me.

He thrust deep into me one last time and held himself there, letting me feel the pressure of his cock as he finally reached his release inside of me – he throbbed, releasing the warmth of his seed deep within me, and letting out a long, low growl against my mouth. Animalistic, like I was drawing out some primal part in him. I grinned against his mouth and bit his lip, still pinned against the wall.

"Fuck," I breathed against his mouth. It didn’t feel like a strong enough word to sum up what just happened between us. After so long lusting after him, crushing on him, finally being with him had been even more intense than I could have imagined.

"I’m going to end this for you, Liana," he murmured, his mouth against my ear, his cock still inside me. "Lombardi. I’m going to destroy him. For you."

I slumped against him. No man had ever promised me something like that in my life – no man had ever made me feel this protected, this valued. But Lee? Lee made me feel as though I was the most important creature in the world.

And that was something I could get used to.

Chapter Twelve– Lee

Pretending like I was fiddling with the engine, I ducked down behind my bike as a couple of men walked by. As they passed, they didn’t even notice me, and I watched as they strolled off down the street.

I double-checked the photos I had been given by a couple of the Dogs who had been doing stake-outs around Lombardi’s men. Yeah, I was certain of it. The photos matched. These two were Lombardi’s personal bodyguards, and wherever they went, Lombardi was sure to follow.

I rose to my feet, keeping my footsteps quiet and low as I followed them at a safe distance. I wasn’t going to try and jump them, drag them off, and get information, I wasn’t stupid. – No, with two of them, I knew it would be too risky, and I didn’t want to get myself hurt.

Or worse.

It had been a few days since the attack on the Kennels, and the Dogs were still reeling from the mess it left behind. None of our men were badly injured, but the destruction of our clubhouse was something more than just physical injury – it was a way to destroy the club at its heart, and Lombardi was relying on that. He wanted to shake us so much that we were unable to fight back against him when he made another attack. What he didn’t realize was there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.

We were trying to locate exactly where Lombardi had gone. We needed to make sure he was under surveillance at all times – that bastard had flown a little too close to the sun for our liking, and hell would freeze over before we let him get away with the shit he was trying to pull.

I didn’t even want to think how far he was going to take this. And I knew, deep down in my heart, that all of this was payback for what I had done. I felt responsible for it – not just that, but I felt responsible for the fact that I had managed to pull Liana into the thick of it after she had been freed, too. When I saw the sadness on her face, the guilt of feeling like she was the reason for all of this, I knew I would do anything I could to make it right.

And if that meant bringing down Lombardi, then so be it. That needed to happen anyway.

I tracked his men towards a compound that we had been staking out on the edge of the city – we didn’t know exactly where Lombardi was because he tried to keep a low profile, but if his bodyguards were there, then there was a good chance this was where he was, too.

One of the men glanced over his shoulder, and I ducked into a doorway, pretending to pull out a packet of cigs to make it look as though I was just smoking - I didn’t need them paying any more attention to me. They had likely been briefed on the Dogs and who to look out for since the strike happened to the Kennels, and one look at me would have been enough to give it all away.

But, at the same time, Lombardi must have been expecting some kind of response. Right? He must have been expecting us to strike back and make him pay for what he had done. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this could be a trap, my gut feeling warning me that there was something more going on here than I Knew.

The guys started walking again, and I followed once more, keeping my head low. I hadn’t brought a gun with me – I didn’t want to risk getting into a scuffle with someone and firing off a shot, attracting the attention of other guards who might come to help out. I didn’t like being out without a weapon, but I knew at least part of the reason Chuck had sent me here without firearms was, so I didn’t throw myself into a mess like I had back at the brothel holding house.

This was just a recon mission. I was confirming Lombardi’s location, and, when I did, we could call the wrath of the Dogs out here to rain down hell on them. I had insisted on handling this mission myself, even though Chuck had tried to tell me that one of the runners could handle it. After the promise I had made to Liana, it was the least I could do.

The two men paused outside the door to the compound, which was set in a large concrete wall surrounding a building inside – one of them pressed a buzzer by the door, and I squinted at it, trying to figure out if there was some kind of code they put in. Whatever it was, I couldn’t make it out from here.

Suddenly, the gate flew open – and all at once, Lombardi stormed out.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded, stabbing his finger in the air, his face blazing with fury. "You have any idea the stakes we’re dealing with right now?"

My heart stopped. There he was, right in front of me. I reached for my phone, moving slowly, as though I might be busted at any second if I made the wrong move.

"You get the fuck in here now," Lombardi told them. The two guys exchanged a glance – it was clear they were used to putting up with this kind of shit from him, but that didn’t mean they liked it. If there was some kind of dissent in the ranks, we could make use of it.

I lifted the phone to my ear – but, as I moved, the lighter that I kept in my pocket to keep my cigarette cover fell to the ground, clattering at my feet. I cursed to myself, diving down to pick it up, hoping I could get out of their line of sight before they spotted me.

"What was that?" One of the men remarked.

"I’ll go check it out," the other replied.

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