Page 86 of The Ecstasy of Sin
Blood Siphon is the kind of club people would sell their soul to get into. It draws in thrill-seeking civilians, hardened criminals, and the worst humanity has to offer from coast to coast.
The main attraction is the thirty-foot tall steel cage that hosts Ryker’s illegal underground fighting ring. That monstrosity is made to spill as much blood as possible, with the majority of it covered in jagged barbed wire.
The matte black floor is studded with drains, designed to siphon blood and gore down into thick glass pipes that snake beneath the cage.
What gave the club its namesake are the channels sealed with bullet proof glass running all over the club floors, where all it takes is a glance down to see the blood spilled during fights. It mixes with some clear oil to keep it moving, coursing through the club all night, and gets cleaned out every morning.
Ryker designed the entire thing himself, and he still has the nerve to pretend he’s the sanest one in our fucked-up brotherhood.
I pull into the massive parking lot, dodging crowds of people gathered at the entrance that are lining up for their taste of blood and chaos.
I round the side and slide into the back lot, reserved for my brothers and Ryker’s men.
Even back here, it’s crowded. Ryker has a loyal crew of stone-cold men that work for him, protecting his investments and his club.
The same crew he sends my way on the rare occasion I need clean up.
Although lately, thanks to the beautiful girl clinging to me on the back of my bike, those occasions are becoming a lot more common.
Pulling into the space next to Ghost’s ride, I kill the engine and climb off.
Wren gasps when I grab her by the waist and lift her off the bike, setting her down on her feet in front of me.
I remove both of our helmets and secure them to the bike, then pull her against my body.
I bring my lips to hers in a kiss that is deep and devouring; a mark of ownership before we enter the pit of vipers.
She melts against me, her mouth opening easily as she submits to my obvious claim over her.
When I finally pull back, her eyes are heavy-lidded and her lips are slightly parted as she tries to catch her breath. The flush creeping up the slender column of her throat makes me fucking hard. I love the way my possessive touch makes her wet and needy.
Wren was always meant to be mine.
“All of the worst criminals in the country are inside this club. No one touches you, and you stay close to Torin and Ghost.Understood?” My thumb brushes across her lip, still swollen from my kiss, as I hold her gaze.
She nods, so sweet and obedient for me.
I cannot wait to be inside of her. To own her body in a way no one else ever has, or will. And inevitably, make her fall in love with me and become as addicted to me as I am to her.
I extend my hand to her, and she immediately places hers in mine—so delicate, so fragile. I place a kiss along her knuckles before leading her to the back door.
Leon, one of Ryker’s bouncers, nods in greeting and opens the door to let us in. I slip my arm around Wren’s waist and draw her closer as we step inside, the heavy pulse of music filling the dark interior.
When we reach the staircase leading up to Ryker’s office, I shuffle her in front of me, both hands on her hips as I guide her up.
At the top, I catch her by the waist and press her back against the wall beside the door. Caging her in with my body, my teeth find her throat as I gently bite the soft skin beneath her ear.
She moans, a breathy sound that makes my entire body tense up.
I pull away just long enough to glance over my shoulder and make sure she’s safe, before I slide my hand into her hair and pull her lips to mine.
I devour her, pouring all of my obsession into our kiss. Willing her to understand the overpowering urge to possess every part of her that rides me hard every minute of every day. An urge that was born the minute she fell into my arms at that clinic.
The way her body softens, relaxing into me and taking everything I give her, makes me feel like I’m one more kiss away from taking her on the floor like the feral son of a bitch that I am.
When I release her, a shiver runs through her body.
“You’re insatiable today,” she whispers, her hands resting on my chest.
