Page 44 of Tormented By Regret

I hissed as her nails dug into my back, and I gripped the headboard, impaling her even deeper. She screamed my name, and I knew then, anyone that was in our vicinity heard her.

In the deep recesses of my mind, I had the faint thought that I was going to die. Not in a bad way, but in a Macabre type of way. But then the cause of my death gripped my neck and pulled me down in a kiss so deep, I fucking forgot my name. We rolled over and I watched my pretty lunatic ride me.

She glowed at my touch, smiling down on me, and looking every bit as wild as I knew she could be. I'd brought it back…that glow. And I cradled her cheek, sliding my hands over her breasts as she worked herself on my cock. Her tits softly quivering as she came for me, this time the pulse of her pussy coaxed me to explode.

She collapsed over me, keeping me locked within her depths. “What did you do, Lee? What did you do?”

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, pretty sure by the time the sun rose, I was going to need to fight a battle that I may or may not win. But one thing was for certain, no one was tearing me away from Whisper.

No one.

JAMESON

Iwas lying in bed with Sadie strewn naked along my side, and a coffee mug in my hand, when I heard the banging.

We both instantly shot up off the bed as another round of curses and shouts came from upstairs.

“What the hell is going on?!”

I tugged on my jeans, and with Sadie hot on my heels, we rushed up the stairs. We both stopped short when we saw Macabre, with a steel bat in his hands, about to swing it at a door.

“Come out right now, you fucking rat!” Another slam of his fist against the door and that's when the culprit spoke up.

“You need to calm down, brother!” Powertrain’s voice sounded strained from the other side of the door.

“He's not coming out, Ethan. So, fuck off!” Came his sister's voice, and I turned to Sadie who hid her amusement against my shoulder.

“I'm gonna smash your fucking head in!” Macabre swung the bat back and before he could smash my doors in, I stepped up and gripped it. He tugged at it and then looked at me, fury in his eyes as he registered who I was.

“I suggest we stop acting like children,” I stated.

“He has my sister in there. That’s fucking disrespect, Prez!” He tried the bat yet again, but I kept a tight hold on it.

“Put it down, Macabre. That’s an order!” I shouted into his face, and reluctantly, he handed over the bat.

“I want everyone to be at Church in an hour! That means you too, Powertrain!” I called to him from the hallway.

I heard his muffled, yes Prez, through the door and I gave a nod of satisfaction. He was going to get his ass kicked, and I was going to let Macabre have his moment, but only on my terms.

“My sister…” Macabre started, and I held my hand up to stop him.

“Your sister has more issues than having Powertrain between her legs. They've been traveling together for two weeks, what did you expect?”

“She's barely twenty-one! She was off limits.”

“Then you should have declared that. Rules are rules, Macabre. We respect each other's property, but I feel that little girl does whatever the hell she wants.”

Macabre looked furiously at the door, chest heaving, fists ready to attack. I made myself clear to him that I, under no circumstances, was approving his actions.

“I want you down at Church within the hour, Macabre. What I have to say concerns her. Stop fucking around or I swear to Papa Legba, if you fuck up my house, I'm gonna fuck up your pretty boy face!”

I tossed the bat into a corner, the clang echoing through the room, and then grabbed Sadie's hand, leading her back down to our bedroom. She giggled softly against my chest as we walked. When I closed the bedroom door behind us, still buzzing with adrenaline, I pressed her against it and had my way with her. She was more than willing to give me what I wanted, laughing as I grumbled how annoying this all was. Church would have to start a little later than what I’d ordered.

I adjusted my vest as I entered the room. The members were all seated, a heavy silence fell over each of them and the tension in the room was stifling.

Macabre sat across from Powertrain, glaring at him, murmuring something about smashing his head in under his breath.

I looked at Colt who was standing in the corner watching the two idiots, and he just shook his head in exasperation. Apparently, he, like my Sadie, also found it amusing. Scorn, who sat next to Powertrain, looked annoyed.

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