Текст книги "Claimed"

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***Gage***

“How did you find this place?” I ask the intruder for a third time. I already cracked open his face and he’s lost a few teeth, but he still hasn’t told me what I want to hear.

I adjust my brass knucks and slam my fist into his face again. We caught him trying to break into the warehouse, and I need to know who sent him.

“Look, man,” he groans and spits blood. “All I know is a guy paid me a grand in cash, told me how to get here, and said I could keep anything I took. I swear I didn’t know it was yours.”

“What did he look like?”

“It was dark. I didn’t get a good look.”

“Did you tell anyone else about it?”

“No one, I swear. Please…please, don’t kill me.”

“You tried to steal from me. Why shouldn’t I kill you?” I ask.

“He…he was wearing a jacket like yours. I didn’t see what was on it, though.”

“Like this?” I point to my cut.

“Yeah. He said he’d find me in a few days and give me another grand if I pulled it off.”

I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. I believe him. If another MC is bent on causing trouble, I need to find out who they are. Maybe he can help me.

“You know what? I’m not going to kill you.”

Relief floods his features. “Thank you, thank you!”

“But…I need information. I need to know who this guy is, and you’re going to find out. You don’t…I will find you and I will put you in the ground. Got it?”

“I will. I promise.”

I nod to the guys to release him, but then I draw my Glock and point it between his frightened eyes. “Forget you were ever here, yeah?”

He nods vigorously then runs off, tripping over air. “Make sure you keep a tab on him,” I tell Tek as we leave. Now that’s over with, I can get back to the clubhouse and finish what I started with Raven. Shit. My dick gets hard as I think about it.

After an uncomfortable ride, I hurry inside to my woman but find an empty room instead. The fuck? I call her, but it just rings then goes to voicemail. As I’m about to call back, she texts me.

R: At Scythe.

G: On my way.

I see her the moment I enter the club. It’s hard not to; she’s the most gorgeous woman in here. More than that, my eyes are drawn to her on instinct. She’s in the middle of the dancefloor, eyes closed, caught up in the music. Chrissy is dancing with her and they’re both running their hands over each other’s bodies. As usual, every motherfucker in here is staring at her. A part of me is pissed the fuck off, but the other part? Proud as hell. They can look but only I get to touch.

I lean on the bar and watch her. She’s mesmerizing, moving in sync with the slow, seductive beat. When she opens her eyes, they land right on me, as if she already knew I was here. Biting the corner of her bottom lip, she begins sliding her hands over her body. Her dress is skin-tight, clinging to every delicious curve, barely covering her ass and tits. She makes the dress look amazing, but all I can think about is getting her out of it. She stares at me, mouthing the lyrics of the song, looking like a sexy siren. I’d wreck my ship on her island any day. I grab my hard dick, adjusting it as it strains against my jeans. Her hands move slowly over her breasts, hips, and back up as she tells me she wants to show me how proud she is to be mine, and leaving her dress on the floor. At least we agree on that. She combs her fingers through her hair then crooks her finger, beckoning me.

I move through the crowd, our gazes locked the entire time while she sings along with the song. As I stand before her, she licks her lips and angles her head for a kiss. I lean in but at the last moment, she turns her back to me and starts grinding on me. I look down, biting into my bottom lip as her ass glides left to right across my dick. She bends at the waist and whips her hair as she straightens. I grab her hips and pull her closer so she feels what she’s doing to me.

Turning her head, she raises her lips to mine. She whispers against them, again telling me through the song that she’s proud to be mine. So am I. Fucking proud she’s mine. I wrap my fingers around her throat and keep her in place as I press my lips her hers. Using my tongue, I brand her as mine in front of everyone in the club. When she moans, I know I can’t wait a moment longer to be inside her. I break the kiss and grab her hand. I look behind me to find Chrissy, make sure she’s taken care of, and I see her and Ron in a corner. Pulling Raven behind me, I start heading for the exit.

“Wait. Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“But I’m not ready,” she whines. “I wanna dance.”

I stop and turn to her, placing my lips at her ear. “I wanna fuck.”

She shivers against me but still gives me attitude. “You’re the one who left me alone while you went off and did God knows what.”

That reminds me, she didn’t do as she was told. I pull her into the archway and forcefully back her up on the wall. She stares up at me in wide-eyed shock, lips parted.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Raven.”

***Raven***

“I told you to wait for me,” he growls.

“I got bored.”

“Bored?” he asks in disbelief. “The entire time I was gone, all I could think about was you and your pussy...getting home and diving into that shit.”

Diving? What does he think I am, a fucking pool? “Diving?”

“As wet as you get for me, babe, ain’t no other way to describe it.”

I swallow hard. As crude as he is, I still find it sexy as hell. “That shit?”

Grabbing my thighs, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his hips. He presses against me, leaving no room between his dick and my pussy. I fight the urge to moan.

“This shit. My shit,” he proclaims.

Dear. God. I want nothing more than for him to dive into his shit right now, but I don’t know why I have to be such a smart-ass. “Baby Jesus. Can’t you control that thing?”

“Not when it’s in its happy place.”

Fuck. “It’s happy place?”

“Right between your thighs, baby doll.”

Double fuck. “We’re in public!”

“I give zero fucks. You’re mine. If I want to fuck you on the stage in front of everyone, I can. Just be glad I don’t want anyone seeing your sexy ass.”

“Caveman much?”

He grinds his hips against me, pressing his hard-on onto my pussy. My muscles clench and I suck in a breath. He leans closer, his lips a whisper from mine. Fuck. That stage is looking pretty good right now.

“There are few things in this life that are certain, Raven. But there’s one thing I know without a shadow of a doubt. You. Belong. To me.”

That’s it. No more smart-ass comments. I grab his shirt and tug him to me, pressing my lips to his. Instantly, he takes over, parting my lips with his tongue. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and he presses me even harder onto his erection. I moan and whimper, grabbing at his clothes and hair, tightening my legs around him and grinding my hips. Without warning, he releases me and places me on my feet.

“Upstairs. Now.”

I lead the way to his office, power-walking my way to that bitch. I can’t even express how badly I need him right now. Glancing back at him as we move through the crowd, I see the single-minded purpose in his eyes and demeanor. The world could come crashing down around us and it wouldn’t matter to him; he’s getting inside me no matter what.

He unlocks the door and I hurry inside, pulling my dress up as I hop onto his desk. He drops his cut on a chair and reaches behind him to pull his T-shirt over his head. The only light in the room is coming from the strobe lights downstairs, and the different colors play on his body as he moves toward me. Fuck, he’s hot. My muscles tighten. He steps between my legs and grabs my ass, dragging me forward. I reach for him but he pulls me off the desk and to my feet, promptly turning me around. He grinds his erection on my ass and I moan, pressing back into him.

“Hands up,” he whispers in my ear.

I comply and he slowly removes my dress, allowing the material to caress my skin. Once it’s off, he tosses it aside and retrieves a rubber band from the organizer on his desk. My breathing becomes erratic as he puts my hair in a ponytail. What is he going to do? His fingers glide down my spine, and my back arches as the resulting shiver spreads through me. He kisses his way slowly down my body, nipping at my flesh as he goes. I throw my head back, quivering with need. My clit is pulsating, longing for attention. His fingers curl into my panties and he pulls them slowly down, leaving them around my ankles. As he straightens, he slides his fingers up my legs and thighs, over my hips, and up my sides.

“Gage…”

“Hands on the desk and spread your legs.”

I part them as far as my constraint will allow and brace my palms on the flat surface. He walks around the desk to stand before me, then leans forward and licks my right nipple. I close my eyes and moan as his tongue swirls, feeling it harden beneath his attention. He moves to the left, sucking on it while his fingers tweak the right. Then pain shoots through me. I gasp and look down to see a small binder clip on my right nipple.

“Ow!”

He quirks a concerned brow at me. “Too much?”

I give myself time to adjust and find it’s not so bad. It actually feels pretty good.

“No.”

He clamps the second one on, making me wince. Jesus. I want to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache, but I can’t. Flicking one of the clips with his finger, he draws a helpless whimper out of me.

“Good girl.”

Pain? What pain? Those two words just made it all go away. He stands behind me once more and caresses my ass cheeks, his palms gently kneading my flesh. Oh, God. He’s going to spank me. My body swallows up the knowledge, my pussy juices dripping down my thigh.

“Look.” He grasps my chin and directs my gaze to the crowd below.

They’re all oblivious down there, caught up in a world of music, alcohol, and sex – or the potential of sex. He pushes against me, his warm breath caressing my ear. Goose bumps pepper my skin.

“All those fuckers down there…they want you. They want what’s mine.”

His voice is husky, shaking with barely controlled anger. He flattens his palm on my stomach, then at a snail’s pace, slides it down to cup my pussy. I gasp as he parts my lips with his finger. His other hand moves to my breast, fidgeting with the clip on my nipple. I roll my hips, grinding on his erection as he circles my clit. He presses his lips to my ear, his voice thick and gravelly.

“They can’t have you. I will kill every. Last. Fucking. One of them.”

I’m trembling like it’s below zero in the room. Shuddering breaths overwhelm me, rapid and rampant. What he does to me is unnatural. This can’t be normal, can it? No woman should react this way to a man. His hand leaves my breast and returns to my ass, soliciting a guttural moan.

“Gage…”

The first smack lands on my left cheek. I flinch but don’t cry out. While soothing that cheek, another blow lands on my right.

“You have no clue, Raven. No fucking idea what you do to me.”

His voice is sex itself. It penetrates me on a primal level where only a man and his woman exist. He’s right. I belong to him. He slaps me again and plunges a finger inside me.

“Dios!”

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He places his lips at my ear once more and grabs my ponytail, yanking my head back. “Don’t you ever take my pussy away from me again.” Another finger joins the party, and I lose track of how many times he smacks me as he fucks me with his fingers. “You hear me?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I hear you!” I shout.

“And?”

Fuck. He wants to have a conversation right now? It’s damn near impossible to concentrate on anything. “I won’t leave again.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“That’s right.”

He removes his fingers and I shiver at the sound of his zipper. Without ceremony, he grabs my hips and slams into me. I cry out and he curls his fingers over my shoulders, keeping me in place as he buries himself deep. When he begins to move, he pulls no punches. He rams into me repeatedly, releasing his frustrations from the past week.

“Gage…oh, God!”

His hands slide back to my hips and he moves faster, his balls slapping against my mound.

“Chucha madre!”

He grunts and fucks me harder, tugging on my ponytail. Jesus. We haven’t been doing this long but he’s never been this…brutal. This is the part of him he told me about. The part that doesn’t do romance or relationships. This is Reaper. The man you see if you want someone killed or, if you’re a woman, a good fuck. And I fucking love this part of him, too.

“Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me!”

He growls and reaches around to press down on one of the binder clips. Sweet pain pulses through me, and I clench around him. He pushes on my back until I’m lying on the desk and then he really lets me have it. Each thrust jolts me forward, the clips on my nipples connecting with the desk. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain…I don’t know which sensation is stronger.

He reaches around to stroke my clit and pleasure triumphs. I clamp down on him and scream as I come. He grabs my ponytail, tugs me toward him, and rips the clips off my nipples. My body jerks, vibrating in sweet rapture. I collapse against him, unable to hold my own weight. Picking me up, he sets me on the desk and slides his tongue between my lips. I shudder as he licks at my clit. Pushing my legs together, he places them on his shoulder. He slides inside me, but it’s an even tighter fit with my legs like this.

“Jesus, baby.”

I can’t help it. I giggle a little.

“What the fuck is funny?”

“You said ‘Jesus, baby’. I say ‘baby Jesus’. I just thought –”

He goes deep, cutting me off. I gasp, forgetting what I was about to say.

“I’m all for the man upstairs but right now, it’s all about me.” He transfers my right leg to his left shoulder and leans forward. “Your mind, body, and soul should be focused on me.”

I stare into his eyes and all other thoughts flee. The only ones I have are of him. “Yes.”

He starts to move, at a slower pace this time but giving no less pleasure. His thumb circles my clit as he completely withdraws then sinks deep. I groan in frustration every time he pulls out.

“Gage, please…”

“You want me to fuck you, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Or do you want to make love?”

“Fuck me. Please!” I plead.

He bites into his bottom lip then gives me exactly what I asked for. I arch my back, palming my breasts to stop them from bouncing around.

“Don’t,” he barks.

I drop my hands and grip the edge of the desk to keep myself anchored. He grunts and presses down on my clit with his thumb. I know he’s close. I tighten around him the way he likes and he closes his eyes, groaning in pleasure. He moves faster, his thumb rubbing in dizzying circles. I’m moaning so loudly, everyone in the club would probably hear me if it wasn’t for the music.

“Come on. Come for me.”

He pinches my nipple, twisting it as my body goes taut.

“Gage!”

He goes still while my muscles clench around his dick. Leaning on the desk, he hangs his head, taking deep, calming breaths. Placing my hand over my hammering heart, I attempt to control my own breathing. I giggle, looking up at my feet above his head, shoes still on, panties around my ankles.

“What?”

“My panties.”

He smiles and pulls them off, then gently lowers my legs. I hold him close as he leans forward to kiss me.

“I don’t wanna pull out,” he mumbles against my lips. “Your pussy is my Heaven, Raven...the only one I’ll ever know.”

“Oh, Gage…”

How can he make something dirty sound sweet? How can he get me worked up and turn me to mush at the same time?

“Let’s go home. I want you in my bed.”

He watches as he pulls out of me, a smirk on his lips. I squirm just a little, feeling his cum trickling out.

“I need to clean up.”

“Bathroom’s over there.” He nods to a door on his right. I hurry in then return to see him leaning on his desk, waiting for me. He watches as I get dressed, but he doesn’t return my panties, giving me an evil smile. I’ve got his number.

“I hope you drove…unless you want me on the back of your bike in this dress and no panties.” He loses the smile and hands them to me grudgingly. “Thank you,” I say in a dripping-with-honey voice.

He shrugs into his cut and opens the door for me to precede him. I lean against the wall and watch him as he locks the door. His smile makes my heart do a crazy beat. With a satisfied sigh, I wrap my arms around him and take a deep breath.

“Do I smell musky?” He chuckles.

“You smell like us.”

Resting my chin on his chest, I stare up at him, hoping my feelings aren’t evident in my expression. I love him so much, but I don’t know if he’s ready to hear it. I think he’s getting there, though. He strokes my hair and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Raven. You have me questioning my entire existence. Everything and everyone before you is meaningless. After this past week, I can’t even think about not having you in my life.”

“You’ll never have to. I love you, Gage.”

The words are out before I can stop them. There’s no taking them back now. Not that I would. I love him with a ferocity I never thought possible. There’s no way God would make me fall this deeply in love with a man who wasn’t meant for me. Would He?

Gage’s eyes are locked onto mine. He just stands there, silent and unreadable. What is he thinking? I wish he would say something. Anything. No, scratch that. I want him to reciprocate. I want to hear the words from his lips. I need to know he feels the same way I do. I need him to love me.

He doesn’t say a word.

Nothing.

Nada.

Instead, he grasps the back of my neck and gives me a bruising kiss. I don’t know whether it’s to avoid acknowledging my admission or if it’s supposed to tell me what he’s not able to verbalize. Either way, it’s disappointing. I push on his chest until he releases me then descend the stairs back to the dance floor. After I find Chrissy to let her know I’m leaving, I exit the club, knowing Gage is right behind me. I stop once I’m outside, allowing him to lead the way to his bike. He helps me on and I cling to him as we ride back to the clubhouse.

I don’t know why I’m disappointed. I knew the kind of man he is when I decided to get involved with him. He told me himself he doesn’t ‘do love’. I guess I was hoping he’d eventually change. I thought he’d changed with the way he’s been acting lately. There’s no mistaking the look in his eyes when we make love. Or is it still just ‘fucking’ to him? Whatever it is, I love seeing how it makes him feel, and I’ll make use of every opportunity to have him display that tiny bit of emotion.

I whisper in his ear as the garage door closes behind us. “I want to fuck you on your bike.”

He twists in the saddle, hooks his arm around my waist, and pulls me onto his lap. I lie back on the gas tank and position my legs so I’m straddling him. Before I’m settled, his fingers are beneath the crotch of my panties and stroking my lips. His hard dick lies on his thigh, pressing into the underside of mine. He dips two fingers inside me and moans his pleasure.

“I’ll never get enough of you, doll.”

“Gage…please,” I beg. I need him inside me.

“Please? You said you wanted to fuck me, babe. I’m waiting.”

He places his hands on my hips and devours me with his eyes. I grab his jeans, rip the button through the hole, and reach inside with one hand while the other drags down his zipper. I pull his monster of a dick out, careful not to hurt him. Enclosing it in a fist, I stroke him slowly. His head falls back and he moans.

“I need help.”

He lifts me while I move my panties to the side and position him at my entrance. As I slide down, I revel in the stretch and slight bit of pain that always comes with him entering me. Fully seated on his lap, I contract my muscles, squeezing him while I coil my arms around his neck.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He smacks my ass then grabs it with both hands, guiding me up and down.

“Tits,” he orders.

With a smile, I pull the neckline of my dress down and release the girls. He licks at a nipple, pulling me down harder on his erection. “Aah!”

I don’t know which hurts more, my sore nipples or him impaling me on his huge dick.

“Raven?” He halts, concern in his voice and written all over his face.

“I’m fine. But I thought I was fucking you?”

“You are. I’m just helping.” He grins.

I reach behind me and grab the handlebars as he makes me ride him. I hope to God we don’t fall off this thing. Me and my bright ideas. It was worth it, though. So fucking worth it.

“Fuck. Now every time I ride, I’m going to see your tits bouncing in front of me.”

I clench around him as tightly as I can. He groans, pressing me into his groin.

“Think about that when these bitches are all over you.”

He lifts me and slams me back down. Pain shoots through my body and my thighs quake.

“Dios!”

“Don’t tell me about bitches when I’m fucking my pussy,” he growls.

“Just make sure they know this is my dick.”

“Always.”

He starts to move me again, but we’re interrupted when a surprised shriek comes from my left. I turn my head and see a fucking ghost.