Page 12 of Ruthless

Chapter 5

Rebel

Past

Holy fucking hell, I couldn't get enough of the hot little virgin beneath me. If I hadn't plowed through the proof and seen the blood on my dick I would have sworn that she was a pro. She was a natural in bed, intuitively skilled in the ways of giving and demanding pleasure at the end of my dick. Her resistance was still there, even a little fight, but those emotions only aided in making the whole fucking thing feel out of this world. The more I tasted her and fucked her, the more I craved her, and it became clear that I was growing addicted to her.

That had been after only one damned night. What would a lifetime with her be like? Hell, I wouldn't be able to survive. I wanted to fucking consume her, claim her, own her. I felt possessive as hell over her, and was already thinking of a way to get her away from there to some place safe. I didn't fucking trust Wildman, or any of his fuckers, from going after her once he was satisfied that I was loyal and as sick as he was.

The door was suddenly kicked in and, speaking of the fucking devil, Wildman stood in the threshold with an evil grin across his face. His eyes were bloodshot, as usual, from a combination of booze and drugs. His loud entrance had startled Ginger awake, and she crowded next to me for protection when she looked up to see him leering at her. I resisted the urge to wrap my arm around her in comfort. I didn't want to give Wildman a reason to snatch her away before I was ready to let her go.

Not that I'd be ready any time soon.

He stepped next to the bed and ripped the covers back. I knew what he was looking for, the fucker. There was no denying the dried blood that was on the sheets, but he wasn't satisfied by just seeing that. He walked around the bed closer to Ginger. I felt her trembling and trying to reach for the sheet again, but I slapped her hand to still her nervous fingers. Wildman laughed, grabbed her by the knees, and spread her thighs apart, staring down at her pussy.

I clenched my teeth so hard I was surprised that my jaw didn't snap. I knew what he was seeing against her smooth thighs--a mixture of dried blood and cum. He sniffed loudly, the sick bastard, and then laughed. "You raped her good," he murmured to himself.

"Isn't that what I was ordered to do?" I growled with underlining hate in my voice. It hadn't been rape, though. I'd seduced her. I'd made sure that Ginger had wanted it as much as I had.

"Pretty snatch," he said, before releasing her thighs. He grabbed his crotch. "I'll be sampling that soon."

Over my fucking dead body, I thought. If it was the last thing I did, I was going to kill him. I knew Stone wanted me there because he wanted to annihilate the Red Devils. Wild Marauders and Phantom Riders wanted them gone, too. All I had to do was play along, feign loyalty, and get information to my prez so that they could take action at the appropriate time. Some of the shit that I'd been forced to watch and participate in had gone against my principles, like having to hurt women, and Wildman took it to a malicious and devastating level. He controlled his brother's fuck ups by taking their punishment out on their old ladies.

The fucker got off on hurting women.

One of the first horrors I'd witnessed in the Red Devils' clubhouse was the train his club had pulled on one of the old ladies, right before they put a bullet in her head, all while her old man watched on helplessly before he was killed. I had almost left right then and there, but I was loyal to my own club, and I knew my brothers were counting on me. Six months in this hell hole, and I'd seen and participated in enough horrors to last me a fucking lifetime. It was far worse than any war or missions I'd been assigned when I'd been a Navy SEAL.

"Enjoy her another day, brother, and then she's mine." He laughed as if this had amused him. "She'll never be the same once I get my dick inside her."

I'd heard about how he liked to leave his women torn and bleeding. He stopped at the doorway and looked back at me, a smirk on his face that made me want to beat it off. I felt Ginger shaking next to me, her face turned against my side. I couldn't soothe her fears, not with Wildman's watchful eyes on us. Not that I would have anyway. I couldn't afford to give myself away. For all I knew she was a plant placed specifically to spy on me, and this was just an act to get me to drop my guard. I'd learned early on that Wildman was paranoid and didn't trust anyone. As far as I could tell, his crew was loyal to him out of fear and not out of the respect required to be a successful president.

His fucking days were numbered.

He left. I felt Ginger stir, and I glanced down to see her looking up at me with unshed tears in her expressive eyes. I steeled myself against them, letting my gaze sweep down to her full, luscious tits, which were more than a handful. Her sweet nipples were flattened against large brown areolas, and that just wouldn't do. I leaned in and took the tip of one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on the nipple until it beaded into a tight kernel I could pinch gently between my teeth. Once I was satisfied, I repeated the action on her other tit, tugging on it until she was whimpering.

The bastard in me grinned around her plump flesh. Fuck, it turned me on when she responded, because it seemed so authentic and natural, and revealed that she was enjoying what I was doing to her body. As I continued to lavish her tits with my mouth, I let my hand trail down to her pussy. I had barely brushed against her clit when she bowed sharply and moaned. I played with it for a minute before it dawned on me that she might be a little sore.

"Come on," I said, rolling away from her and getting to my feet. "I think a shower is in order."

She was slower getting to her feet, and I watched as she brought the sheet up to wrap around her body. She glanced down at the bed briefly, taking in the spots of blood, before meeting my eyes. "I guess I'm a whore now."

I smirked at her assessment. "A whore gives it up for free. You didn't exactly have a choice." I couldn't keep my gaze from roaming over her hot curves, ending at the juncture of her shapely thighs where her tight little cunt was. My dick was stiff as a board, and I palmed it, giving it a few tugs.

"You took the only thing I had of value."

My gaze shot up to hers, reminded once again how innocent she was. "Don't underestimate your worth, angel. You'll always have your pussy to get you anything you want." I knew it was a shit thing to say, but I had to keep up the pretense of behaving in the way that would be expected of one of Wildman's brothers. I could see that my comment had angered her, but I didn't give her time to react to it. "Let's go."

I turned, opened the door, and waited for her to precede me. I was fucking glad that the bathroom was located in a short hallway and away from the main room of the club. I could hear the commotion out in the bar, and I hurried Ginger along with a bump of my body, locking us in once the bathroom door was closed.

Once I had the water adjusted, I turned back to her. "Lose the sheet, baby."

I watched her slowly expose her luscious body, and then pushed her into the shower. I'd meant it to be quick, but the instant Ginger raised her hands to lather her long hair my gaze dropped to her quivering tits, and I knew I'd never make it. While she shampooed her hair I washed, never taking my eyes off of her, growing hornier by the minute. My dick ached to be inside her tight cunt, and the second she'd rinsed her hair clear of shampoo I pushed her up against the tile wall and slammed my mouth down on hers.

My hands moved over her, cupping her heavy tits and pinching her nipples. I thrust my dick between her legs, letting it ride back and forth over her slick slit. She opened her mouth beneath mine and our tongues meshed almost violently, thrusting out of control as our mouths ground against each other’s. I groaned, she moaned, and when her hips began to move in sync with my thrusts, I brought my hand down to her sweet, little pussy.

My finger slipped over the top of her clit, finding it plump with blood and hot as a furnace. Slickness coated my dick, and when I slipped a finger inside her I found that she was fucking soaked. Christ, I had to get inside her. I wanted all that cream surrounding my dick. Growling, I flipped her around. "Do exactly as I say," I growled again, taking her hands and bringing them above her head. "Don't move them." I said against her ear, arranging her palms flat against the tile.

I stepped back so that I had a better view of her body. As my gaze raked along her graceful back to where it tapered down to twin mounds of quivering flesh, possessiveness slammed through me and I knew that I wanted her for myself. I clenched my teeth with the need to bite into those enticing globes, using my hands to claim her instead. Her barely audible sigh was my reward when I squeezed and parted her cheeks, my eyes narrowing on the little star nestled between the crack.

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