Page 71 of The Savage Outlaw

Eden let out a yell and then covered her mouth. She sat up and started to pull away but Priest wasn’t having a second of that. He reached up with his hand and wrapped it around Eden’s throat. His rough touch sending waves of heat throughout her entire body.

Her head was driven down to the table and she looked up at a warm, bright blue sky. Priest had no issues with stripping Eden from the waist down and letting his tongue dive deep into her sweet, honey-laced cunt. It didn’t matter to him if nobody saw or if a crowd of a thousand gathered. They could all stare at Eden’s perfect cunt—he would be the one eating it.

Then again, now as he thought it, the idea of someone seeing Eden’s body at all made him want to kill someone. He never felt such odd, raw emotion before. The way it festered in his stomach and the way it made his heart race.

He kissed along Eden’s belly, to her right side, making her squeal and squirm from being suddenly tickled. He opened his hand on her throat and slid it to the back of her neck. He pulled and lifted her easily, then picked her up off the table and kissed her.

His tongue explored the depth of Eden’s mouth and she caught herself unable to control her needs as she began to rock her hips. Inside her mind she begged and screamed for Priest to take her inside and fuck her into total submission. She wanted to be left face down on the bed, her inner thighs trembling, a dull pain moving through her body, and a smile on her face.

Eden closed her eyes and continued to kiss Priest. When she opened them, the last thing she expected to see was Priest’s bitch of a wife staring, one eyebrow raised, hips cocked out to one side.

“The bitch is here again,” Eden said.

Priest turned his head fast. His body turned, puffed up, and for a second Eden thought he was going to attack his wife.

“You are not welcome here,” Priest bellowed.

“I want one million dollars and I’ll give you your divorce,” Angelica said.

Priest let out a growlingHA!sound. “Who the fuck do you think we are? I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Then find it,” Angelica said. “Or I’ll be a thorn in your side.”

“Why don’t I just kick the shit out of you and end this?” Eden suddenly yelled.

“Did you just threaten to assault me?” Angelica asked, clutching at her chest.

She stepped back, pretending to be some kind of victim. A motorcycle revved loudly in the near distance. A second later, Darrow appeared, his two-wheeled steel ride moving really fast. So fast that Priest reached out and pushed Eden out of the way, behind him, making her fall from the table. She had to quickly regain her balance.

Priest figured for sure Darrow was being followed. He expected more motorcycles to show up, which if that happened from another crew, it would be instant chaos, violence, and murder.

Darrow rode alone though. He came to a fast stop and jumped off his motorcycle, ripping his helmet off and throwing it over his shoulder.

“It was her!” Darrow yelled.

He pointed at Angelica.

“She fucking did it, Priest! She hired those two backwoods goons to kill Eden!”

“What are you talking about?” Angelica asked. “Who tried to kill who?”

Darrow ran up to Priest. “Brother, I tracked down the driver of the truck. She hired them. Paid them each five grand. She was going to have them kill Eden and then either have you fall for her or just have them kill you. I’ve got the guy chained up in a shitty motel room off of Barone Street.”

Priest curled his lip. He looked at his wife. Behind Priest, Eden felt her heart racing. The racing then turned into heavy stomping inside her chest. A blinding white rage moved through her body like a fast spreading disease.

“He’s lying!” Angelica screeched.

“Yeah, I’m fucking lying,” Darrow said.

“You tied someone up! They would say anything!”

“Priest, I hate to ask this, but does your wife have a ladybug tattooed at her upper right thigh?”

Angelica gasped.

“You fucked the guy you hired to kill the woman I love?” Priest asked.

Everyone suddenly went into a state of shock.

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