Page 1 of Death's Deal

Chapter 1

“Time to go.”

Lifting the covers off the woman beside me, she groans as the cool air hits her naked form. I think her name is Mallory, or Mandy...Mabel?

Fuck. Who cares?

She gave me what I wanted and that’s all that counts.

Reaching out, pawing at my leg, moving up my thigh and brushing the edge of my groin, her whole intention is to prolong the moment I consider over. As far as I am concerned, I’ve had enough of her company, and it is time to eject her from the bed.

I have more important things to do than lounge around after sex. Sex is about sex. Love is about love. The two don’t cross.

As a teenager, I learned love is not real. That it’s bullshit. The woman who took my reason to love created what I would become. I take sex for what it is, a moment of enjoyment. There are no attachments, and I give women no expectations of anything other than sex.

We don’t kiss. That’s off-limits. Only one woman has graced these lips, and none have since. It’s too intimate and there is nothing intimate about sex. They may hope for more, but it’s not going to happen.

I am Death. I am the President of Hades Army MC, and I’m a motherfucker who has been through hell and back. The sweet, soft, and gentle soul I was? That motherfucker, Bennet, he died when I was sixteen. My heart is now a dustless void of care, and no one has even cracked the lock on the steel vault surrounding it.

Teasing the crease at the fold of my leg, brushing her hand up against my cock, she shifts forward onto her knees. Bent at the waist, wrapping her hand along the base of my cock, shifting up to stroke me tightly, in a sultry tone she asks, “How about I stay a bit longer?”

Without a chance to reply, she winds her mouth around the head, pulling in her cheeks and the beautiful pressure from her sucking tightly feels really good. I’m not one to deny a woman with a talented mouth, and as I find myself leaning my head back on the pillow and graciously accepting that which she gives freely, she sets a tempo. Watching her bleach-blond head bob up and down through half-lidded eyes, I realize she’s really a very talented woman. There's no point where I think, find a rhythm, and at no time do I hope it will end quickly.

With tingles settling down my spine, knowing my release will come quickly, the tension in my balls causes me to quiver. I cannot fathom how her mouth has that many muscles in it, to nearly drag my soul through her sucking, but she is starting this morning on a high note.

Dragging her teeth up my length just enough that it’s painful and pleasurable all at once, through gritted teeth I try to stave off my orgasm, blowing out a thick breath. “Why the fuck didn’t you start with that last night?” I deadpan.

With no warning, she releases my cock on a pop, eyeing me. “There has to be a reason for you to want more. If I give up all of my tricks at the first moment of pleasure, how do I get a second date?”

Fuck. Why do women always have to ruin shit?

Pushing her by the shoulders gently, until she lies along the bed beside me, I shift until my feet hit the floor. With my cock still rock-hard, I stand. “Get out, Megan. I need a shower.”

“It’s Marley, Death.”

Walking to the bathroom, I call back, “I don’t give a fuck.” Closing the door, I add, “Be gone when I get out, Marlene.”

Her annoyed high-pitched yell calls back, “It’s Marley!”

“I still don’t give a fuck.”

Turning on the water and stepping in, I stare into the mirror. My blue eyes, caramel skin, and almost-blond hair always surprises me. It’s a face I don’t expect to see when I look for who I feel I am on the inside. I always expect the hardened face of a man who’s seen and done shit that some blond, blue-eyed bastard could only find in his nightmares.

Letting the water drown out her protests, I mutter into the streaming water as I step in. I’ll have to finish myself off or deal with a day full of blue balls.

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