Claimed: Death Dealers MC Book 3 (19 page)

***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.