Page 26 of Hellraiser

“God, yes,” I breathed out, barely able to finish speaking before the next heatwave rolled through me. “Don’t stop, Dre. I’m—I’m so fucking close to?—”

He captured my lips in a searing kiss. “Good. I want you to cream all over this dick, baby girl. I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you until my balls are dripping wet.”

I stifled a gasp while burying my face into his shoulder, biting gently on his skin to keep from crying out loud. I was lost in a sea of sensation. The shed, the night, the stars—everything faded into insignificance. There was only Dre, him and the delicious friction of his erection sliding in and out of me.

He tugged my earlobe with his teeth, sending shivers down my spine that lit up every nerve ending on my body. “You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled against my skin, making me shudder with pleasure.

“Dre,” I gasped, writhing against him, “I can’t… I…”

I didn’t have the words, but it didn’t matter because Dre knew precisely what I needed.

His pace quickened, and his thrusts turned into forced jerks as he verged on the edge of his climax. His lips found mine again, swallowing my cries of ecstasy as another orgasm washed over me and pulled me out to sea.How couldI ever give this up?Dre fucked me better than anyone had my entire life.

He put me down and spun me around. “Put your fuckin’ hands on the wall and bend over.”

I smirked, following his orders. I placed both hands above my head and arched my back so that he could reenter me from behind with ease.

“Goddamn, baby girl. Mmm,” he growled against my nape while slamming into me.

All we heard were the sounds of crickets chirping and Dre’s thighs smacking against my ass. He slapped my ass as my body stiffened, and his grip around my waist tightened with intensity.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, slamming into me one final time before I felt the pulsating warmth of his release filling me up.

I looked over my shoulder to see him toss his head back, throwing his long locs back in ecstasy as every muscle in his body strained.

“Fuck… fuck…” His words were lost as his breath became ragged, matching the rhythm of my own heaving chest.

“Dre.” I sighed, my fingers tracing patterns on his sweat-glistened skin.

His response was a low groan, exhausted and sated. Still buried deep inside me, he collapsed onto me, pulling our bodies tightly together and curling his arms around my waist. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply, as a sound of pure contentment escaped his lips. Slowly, our heartbeats began to slow, our bodies still glistening with sweat.

It wasn’t just another late-night romp between us. Hell, I wouldn’t even call it making love. All I knew was that Dre had devoured me, and I wanted him to keep devouring me for as long as he could.

Four weeks later.

Everything in my life seemed to change drastically in a short amount of time. I had a strong-willed woman I loved and planned to make my queen officially. I never expected Mercy to stand by me through my father’s funeral or be the lifeline I didn’t know I needed while my body healed completely. Her solid support and loyalty brought a sense of stability and purpose to my chaotic world of asphalt and leather.

But despite the changes in my personal life, I still had club business to attend to. As the VP of theHell’s Savages, I understood the importance of leadership and what it meant to have a strong leader at the helm. The club was about to vote on their new leader. Out of respect for my father’s legacy, noone chose to run against me, but I still felt the pressure of the moment weighing on me as I stood before my brothers.

I took a deep breath as my eyes moved about the room. My heart was in a frenzy, not just from the weight of the moment but from wondering if Mercy would be here. Her journalism work had kept her on the go ever since her article was published, and I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it. I craved her presence more than ever. Then it happened. I spotted Mercy near the back, looking like a radiant angel.

There she is.

She wore a royal blue skater dress that cinched at her small waist and flared into a skirt. Her sleek, high bun and chandelier earrings perfectly framed her face. A dainty diamond heart-shaped pendant sat gracefully against her exposed, bronzed collarbone. She completed her look with strappy, nude sandals and a small clutch.

The proud smile across her face was bright enough to light up any room. Her aura was everything I never knew I needed, and it filled me with the final shot of confidence I needed. My chest inflated with a deep breath before I began my speech.

“Savages, today we stand at a crossroads. We all know my father was an outstanding president. We also know he was more than that. He was a father, a mentor, a brother, a son, a coach, a teacher, and most importantly, he was a leader. My father proudly led us with strength and taught us the value of loyalty, respect, and brotherhood. It’s now up to us to honor his legacy and our code and continue down the golden path he laid for us, brick by brick, as we move forward. Let’s make my father proud.”

I paused, my eyes slowly observing the room, making eye contact with every member to ensure they felt exactly where I was coming from.

“I stand before you today, not as your VP, but as your brother—someone committed to theSavagesand everything we stand for. I’ve learned a lot from my father’s example, and I only wish I had the time to learn more. I know I have some big shoes to fill, but with your support, I promise to lead with the same allegiance and honor he instilled in me since day one.”

The room was dead silent as the weight of my words sank in. I saw the respect and admiration in the eyes of my brothers. They began to all nod in agreement, clapping in a booming round of applause before they stood to cast their votes.

It didn’t take long for the results to come in. The vote was unanimous—I was the new president of theHell’s Savages.A wave of emotions washed over me as soon as the decision was announced. It was a moment I’d both dreaded and foreseen, stepping into my father’s shoes to lead the club that I loved—the club that turned me into a man. I was grateful for the trust of my brothers and a deep-rooted obligation to live up to my father’s legacy. I looked up at the sky and felt a smile spread across my face.

This one's for you, Dad. I hope I make you proud.

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