Hell's Knights (7 page)

Holy shit. Cade is gorgeous when he’s aroused and angry. Part of me doesn’t quite understand his anger, perhaps it’s because he know this isn’t really the right thing for us to be doing, and he’s been trying to fight it? He stalks towards me, his body wound up, his eyes flaring with lust. He reaches me, grips my hips and lifts, spinning me around so my back is against the handle bars. He steps over the bike, facing me, takes my shoulders and pulls me close. His eyes hold mine, so intense, so green, so full of sex and desire. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and then he brings his mouth down over mine. Electric bolts shoot through me as his mouth moves angrily against mine. When his tongue slides out, I accept it, full and deep. One of his hands grips my hip, and the other he uses to cup my pussy through my jeans.

I groan into his mouth when he tilts his hand, rubbing in that perfect way. My body begs for attention as he tears his mouth from mine and slides his lips down my neck. I forget everything in this moment. I forget that we’re on a bike, in front of some house I don’t know. I forget that I shouldn’t be doing this. I forget about my past, and my mother. I just exist in this moment with Cade, and I want it more than I want to breathe. I tangle my fingers into his hair, jerking his head back so I can capture his mouth again. He tastes divine, his tongue so soft, his lips so full. That little lip ring tickles my lips in the most impeccable way. He grips my jeans and unbuttons them; I jerk and tear my lips from his.

“Here?” I rasp.

“Here. Now. I need to fuck you. I need my cock deep inside you. So fuckin’ gorgeous, so fuckin’ edible.”

He makes short work of my shoes first, then he pulls at my jeans, and drags them down my legs. I shift my backside, lifting my legs, so he can remove them completely. Cade makes a strangled sound and returns my legs so they’re back either side of his bike. He pushes my chest gently, and I rest my back against the handle bars. He grips each of my ankles, lifting them to rest on the pegs, then he grips my knees and spreads them wide. I whimper when his eyes set on my exposed pussy. The hiss that escapes his lips tells me that he likes what he’s seeing. He stretches his hand out, sliding a finger through the arousal coating my slick sex, and then he slips it into his mouth. I make a whining sound watching him lick my arousal off his finger.

“Fuckin’ beautiful, sugar,” he rasps.

“God, more,” I beg.

“Goin’ to fuckin’ eat that gorgeous little cunt, you ready, baby?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

He grips my hips, titling them up and then he leans down. As his tongue slides through my heat, I cry out, thrusting up to meet the next delectable lick. He growls against my skin, and then clamps his teeth over my swollen clit, gently rolling it between them while his tongue flickers the end. I’ve never had something so fucking amazing in my life. I scream out as pleasure builds at a rapid pace. Holy shit, I’ve never needed to come so hard in my life. I feel his finger slide inside me, and tilt at that perfect angle. I lose it. The first burst of my orgasm is intense. I lose all ability to contain my screams. I thrash my head from side to side, crying out his name. He licks and sucks every last shudder from my body, before lifting his head and letting his tongue slide out across his lips, licking my arousal off.

“So fuckin’ wet, nicest tastin’ pussy I’ve ever put my mouth on.”

I quiver. My eyes are hooded as I watch him jerk his jeans down just enough to release his cock. He reaches into his back pocket for a condom, and then he tears it open with his mouth before rolling it onto his hard length. Now sheathed, he steps closer, takes my ankles and puts them around his hips. He presses close to me, his head just probing my center.

“Want this sugar?” he growls.

“Yes, please, stop teasing me.”

“Tell me what you want, word for word. Make me want it, baby.”

“I want your cock,” I whimper. “I want your beautiful cock inside me, hard, fast, and deep.”

He groans, “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He slides the tip of his cock into my pussy and I arch, oh God, yes. He slides in another inch; I groan his name and hold the grips on the handlebars so tightly my fingers ache. Fully stretched around him, I forget everything else but this moment. He slides his hips back, the entire length of him leaving me, then he thrusts back in. I moan and reach up under my shirt to tweak my nipples.

“Fuck, get those babies out for me, sugar,” Cade orders, his voice hoarse.

I grip my shirt, and pull it up to reveal my small, but perky breasts. He hisses, and his thrusts become quicker. He leans over, sucking one of my hard nipples into his mouth while his other hand slips underneath me. For a moment, I don’t know what he’s doing until the bike roars to life. The vibrations that rip through my body does crazy things to me. I scream and jerk, as the combination of his thrusting and the vibrations coming off the bike, send me over the edge. I clamp around him, coming with such force I don’t recognize my own cries. All I can feel is the deep, blinding, pulsating jerks of pleasure taking over my body.

“Mother fucker,” Cade grunts. “So fuckin’ tight.”

I know the moment he comes; I can feel his cock pulsing, I’m wrapped that tightly around him. He doesn’t make a sound. He just buries his head into my chest and thrusts until he’s got nothing left. Then, he just lays there for the longest moment, catching his breath. I do the same, running my fingertips through his thick, dark hair as I come down from what is easily the best sex I’ve ever had.

“Fuck, girl, you were so fuckin’ tight, that was so fuckin’ mind blowing. I never thought…just…wow.”

Okay! That’s a random thing to say. You were so tight? Who says that?

“What did you expect,” I joke lightly. “A big, loose fuck?”

He doesn’t say anything, and I realize what he meant. It hits me so hard, I jerk violently under him. Cade thinks the rumors are true. He thinks I was a whore. Feeling my vision blur, I struggle to push him off me. He seems confused as he pulls back, but when he sees my face, it doesn’t take him long to click.

“I didn’t…”

I pull my hand back, and I punch him so hard I hear his jaw crack. He roars in pain, and stumbles backwards, only just managing to steady the bike. I scramble off, gripping my jeans and pulling them back on. Cade is still snarling as he kicks the stand on his bike and storms towards me. I throw my hands up, and they tremble as I try to hold them out in front of me.

“Come near me again, you mother fucker, and I’ll put you on your ass. Don’t think I can’t,” I snarl.

“What the fuck?” he snaps, rubbing his jaw.

“How dare you!” I scream. “You thought I was a fucking whore! You fucked me because you thought I was easy?”

He stares at me, his green eyes intense as he scans my face. “I didn’t fuckin’ say that…”

“My mother was a fucking whore, so you assumed I was the same. You heard I have been fucking since I was thirteen so you assumed that I had been paid for it. You fucking asshole, you piece of shit! I actually liked you!”

I spin and begin storming down the drive. Cade runs after me.

“Addison, stop!”

“Fuck you, Cade. How could you? I know you’re a biker. I know you get around, but how could you treat me like that?”

My voice is hoarse and I hate it. I hate he’s dragged this kind of emotion from me. My entire body is shaking. My palms are sweating and everything inside me aches. I’m hurt. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such intense hurt. How could I let him affect me like this? After a few short days, I let myself become attracted to him; I let myself think he was different. He isn’t. None of them are. I should know that by now.

“Addison, I didn’t…fuck…just listen.”

I spin around. “Do you want to know how many men I’ve fucked, Cade?”

“No, fuck, I just…”

“I’ve fucked three, and been raped by one.”

His eyes widen, and I continue before he can speak.

“You’re one of those three, Cade. The other was a regular fuck and he was good to me, the last was my boyfriend Billy. The man who raped me, also took my virginity at thirteen, and continued to assault me until Billy came along and stopped him. I’m a sexual person, I won’t lie about that. I like to fuck. I like to explore, but I don’t do it with just anyone. I’ve only trusted two people enough, and both times I enjoyed it, but it was nothing like what I felt just then. You came along, and you seemed to want me, you seemed genuine, and I felt the attraction, so I thought why not? Why not pick someone who I actually feel a deep sexual attraction to? I wanted to see what it was like, to feel you around me and maybe, just maybe, feel like I wasn’t being used, but really it was just a cheap, quick fuck,” I spit the words at him, they fly from my mouth like venom.

He stares at me, completely shocked. “Fuck, sugar, I wasn’t…”

“Take me home, Cade,” I demand, clenching my fists.

His eyes scan my face, and for a moment, he looks like he’s going to back down, but he doesn’t. Instead, his face hardens and he walks over, stopping in front of me.

“No,” he says simply.

“Don’t fuck with me, Cade. I want to go.”

“I said, no,” he says, his voice firm.

“You don’t get a say so in this, you insult me and then…”

“Shut up.”

I feel my eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

He steps forward, leaning in so close I can almost taste him. “I said, shut up.”

“How fucking dare you-”

He covers my mouth with his hand. I squirm and attempt to open my mouth enough to get my teeth around his skin. My attempts fail, and I squirm and grunt behind Cade’s hand.

“Listen to me, and listen good,” he says, a flicker of compassion crosses his features before he replaces it with anger. “Don’t pretend to know what I’m thinkin’. I didn’t say one fuckin’ word about you bein’ a whore. You asked a question that question shocked me. I don’t have to explain myself to you, because I didn’t think what you assumed I was thinkin’. I don’t judge, no matter what shit goes down in someone’s life. We all got a past, girl, and we all have skeletons. Ain’t my place to judge another’s history. I wanted and enjoyed every fuckin’ second of having my cock buried inside you, so it’s about time you shut up, and stop blowin’ off the handle at people before they get a chance to explain. We ain’t here to be your enemies, sugar. We’re here to protect you. It’s about time you learned some trust.”

He lets my mouth go. I take a few steps back and pant with rage and hurt.

“I don’t trust,” I say angrily.

He steps closer, burning me with his gaze, his fists are clenched. I can just about hear him panting. “You do now, ‘coz I am the kinda man who don’t fuck someone over. I can hate a fucker, but I don’t fuck him over. I got somethin’ to say, I say it. I don’t dance around. I don’t lie and I don’t play games.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a hand up and stops me. His expression is thunderous and wild.

“And one other thing,” he growls, “ever fuckin’ lay a hand on me again, I’ll drop you on your ass. I don’t hit women, fuck, I’d kill any fucker that did, but my theory is, if you got the nuts to fuckin’ hit a man, you are askin’ for trouble. Don’t do it again. Now get on the fuckin’ bike.”

I stare at him, shocked. His words hit me at my very core. They cut me deep because they’re so incredibly real. I can brush off abuse, I can brush off fake, but real words that hit my soul, they hurt. Fuck, they burn. My legs wobble as I walk towards the bike, completely unable to focus on the road in front of me. My eyes burn like fire, the tears threaten to escape over my eyelids and slip down my cheeks, showing my weakness. Cade gets onto the bike, starts it up and pulls the throttle, flicking rocks across the lawn. He turns his face to me, his eyes are wild and I can see he’s beyond angry.

“Get on the bike, now,” he growls.

I pull the helmet over my head, and with trembling legs, I get on the bike. As soon as my feet are off the ground, Cade takes off. Rocks fling about, hitting us as he tears down the road. When he skids out onto the highway, I have to grip his jacket to stop myself from falling. I can feel him panting beneath my fingertips, he’s angry and I know I deserve his anger. I assumed he thought something he didn’t, but right now he’s scaring me. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and focus on the wind whipping my face and the sound of the bike roaring as Cade picks up speed. We’ll be there soon; it’ll all be fine.

Finally, we pull into the compound. I skitter off the bike so quickly I end up on my ass in the dirt. I get to my feet swiftly, shove my helmet at Cade, turn and storm out of the gates toward my father’s house. I don’t look back, and Cade doesn’t follow. It’s for the best; we both know it too. I don’t need anything holding me back, and Cade clearly doesn’t want it. We made a mistake, having sex on the back of his bike earlier. We took that step from flirting to taking action, and taking action fucks things up. It confuses things. It makes things difficult and awkward. I should have ignored my lust, did what I had to do, and moved on.

But I didn’t, and that’s on me.

~*CHAPTER 7*~

PAST

I can smell his sweat as he moves over me; his body plunges inside of mine. Bile rises and falls over and over in my throat. I’ve learned to hold it down. There’s no point in letting it out; it’ll only make him angrier and the prick gets horny when he’s angry. I just hold my breath and let the drugs in my system take me to another world. It’s the only way to survive this. The only way to survive the suffocating feeling of having him all over me, having his body thrusting into mine, hearing his grunts. God, I wish it would end. I just want it to be over. Things would be so much easier if I were dead.

“What the fuck!”

I hear the sound, and I feel the mass of relief flood through my body. Billy. He came for me like he promised he would. Before I have the chance to open my eyes, Jasper is launched into a nearby wall. Billy has hold of his now limp cock and he twists it. The sound Jasper makes is that of pure agony, and yet it brings me complete comfort. Watching Jasper being lowered to his knees, is a sight I will never forget and will be forever grateful for. Billy leans down and drives his fist into Jasper’s nose over and over until thick red blood spurts out and coats the walls. I don’t even flinch. I have no feelings towards this, none at all.