Page 27 of Dragon Strife
My fingers snake into her hair and I grip the soft strands, forcing the loose bun on top of her head to come undone as I kiss her with fervor. Her hair cascades over her shoulders in thick waves of floral-scented tresses as I back her up to the weight bench.
I rip my mouth from hers and step back to pull off my boxers and kick them aside. “Take those off.” I point at her shorts as I stroke my cock. “Now.”
She makes a show of it. Her long fingers slip inside the waistband as she slowly bends forward, her breasts swinging. She pulls the shorts down to her knees and straightens to look me in the eyes. “How do you want me?”
I press my foot into the shorts and shove them down to her ankles as her eyes stay trained on my cock in my hand. “Turn around and bend over.” I motion to the bench. “And spread your legs.” The gravel tone of my voice has her throat bobbing on a swallow but her eyes heating with anticipation.
Like the good girl she is, she quickly turns around and bends over, showing me just how wet her pussy is. I step up behind her to rub the head of my cock through her juices, grinning when she moans and arches her back. Two quick slaps of my cock against her clit has her crying out my name, but it’s my fingers slipping inside of her that has her pussy throbbing, so fucking close to the edge. I gather her wetness and drag it out of her and upward, coating her asshole with it.
“Diego,” she pants. “Please, fuck me.”
I slam my cock into her eager pussy and watch as she slips over the leather seat of the bench, her hands scrambling to hold herself up. Then I slowly pull back out, looking down to find my cock coated in her wet heat. I drag it upward and press my head into her ass, watching as the tight ring of muscle fights my girth, hauling a groan from the depths of my chest. I want to slam into her and hear her scream in pain, but she’s not ready yet.
Her ass yields to me as I give it a few short thrusts, barely letting half of my length inside when she begins to whimper. I pull back out and push into her pussy, my balls tightening as I spread her asscheeks and watch her hole slowly close up. “Fuck, I want to fuck your asshole so bad.”
She’s too far gone to hear me as her pussy clamps down around my length and she screams my name, her head tipping upward. With her pussy pulsing around me and her fucking release dripping out of her, I can barely think straight as I come so fucking hard inside of her. My thighs shake with the force as my cock jerks with every shot of cum.
A slow clap pulls me from the euphoria of being inside her and I groan as I look over my shoulder to find Malik leaning against the wall. He has a manic look in his eyes as his mouth forms a straight line.
Fuck, he’s looking ready to explode.
I’m not going to lie, I came back to discreetly pack up Slayer’s old suitcase I took from her house months ago and kidnap her. That’s as far as I got with the plan because I’m a fly-by-the-ass-of-my-pants type of guy and the rest I was going to wing it until I heard what could only be described as breeding animals.
Now I’m standing here in the basement, watching Diego’s ass flex as I slowly clap. The performance seemed a bit rushed, but the recipient looked satisfied enough. I could’ve done better but to each their own.
“It smells like a barn down here.” Itskas I step farther into the room. “This is why they separate the bulls from the cows.”
“Are you calling me a cow?” Slayer asks as she pulls on her shorts, her eyes flashing with violence.I fucking love when she’s violent.
“I’m going to go shower,” Diego murmurs as he grabs his clothes from the floor. “Should I be worried about leaving you two alone?”
“No,” I reply with a scoff at the same time Slayer says, “Yes, I’m going to kill him.”
“That’s extreme.” I snicker as she pulls her sports bra back on, covering the tits I have come to love more than my own life. Diego closes the door at the top of the stairs, leaving me alone with a feral Slayer, her body tight with the promise of a fight. “Okay, so I won’t be able to fuck my way out of this one, right?”
She lets loose a growl and runs for me, her long legs eating up the distance in no time. I block her first jab with the palm of my hand, then I dodge her left hook, but I’m not quick enough for the knee to the stomach. My back hits the stairs and then she’s on top of me, her lips pulled taut against her teeth as she pants like a sexy lioness.
I know she’s pissed, she’s vibrating with anger, but I can’t help myself as I slip my arms around her waist and grab her ass by the handfuls. “Don’t go to the compound. Let’s go to Florida. I’ll take you to Disney World.”
“What?” She rears back with confusion. “Malik, I’m not a kid you can persuade with theme parks.” She pushes off of me and slams her hands to her waist, her abs flexing with the motion. No, she’s definitely not a kid.
“I won’t lie, the theme park was for me. What do you want to do? A Bonnie and Clyde mission? I’ll rob shit like adults with you, as long as we leave right now.” I stand and stretch my back as pain radiates in spots from the impact with the stairs.
“No,” she groans and shakes her head. “I deserve to take my life back and to claim what my father left for me.”
“Your father was a selfish asshole!” I exclaim. “What he was planning was bound to cause a war. Jaeger was groomed for that position.” I expect another fight as I bring my hands up, preparing to block her blows when she deflates in front of me, her exhale long and tortured. She looks vulnerable, making me wish I choked on those words instead.
“I know.”
“That was a bit harsh. I just can’t figure out what he was trying to accomplish,” I admit as I sit on the stairs. “I hate that you have to now face Barrett because of what your father put in motion. I would’ve been just as reactive as Jaeger, and to be honest, I probably would’ve wanted you dead too.” There’s no point in lying, she knows I have no problem shooting a sibling in the fucking face if need be.
“I would’ve rather been shot in the face beside my father than to endure what I did,” she confesses and my stomach flips at her words.
Trying to piece together who could’ve hurt her while in March’s compound hasn’t been easy. I can see Barrett locking her in the basement to wither away into nothing and I can also see a large number of my so-called brothers helping themselves to the pretty girl locked up for their pleasure. As a club, we are brutal and known for our savagery. Diego and I have been trying to narrow it down, but my money is on Bear. He’s been accused by a few of the bunnies for ignoring when they say no. I would love nothing more than to pump his fucking body with bullets, but then I would be shot in the head soon after. Slayer needs me alive, so I have to play it smart.
“I’m trying to find who hurt you,” I confess to her as she straightens, her eyes widening. “Is there anything you can remember?” I hate forcing her back there, but if there’s even the smallest thing she can think of, I could get this shit figured out and taken care of.
“Black boots is the only thing I saw, Malik.” She rubs at her temples and I’m hit with a shot of guilt. “But I will never forget his voice.”
