Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (11 page)

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Blake states calmly.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Well, I don’t give a fuck what you believe.”

He laughs and drinks his bottle, throwing his hands up. “Wow, I don’t want a repeat of the bar fight we got into.”

I smile a full grin. “That’s what I thought.”

After going to see Drago, I found out who this ex-boyfriend is. He’s an accountant at a firm in the heart of Beverly Hills. Rich, trust fund kid. Knowing who he is now if he steps out of line, I have all my ducks in a row and ready to be shot. That’s good enough for me, for now.

I hear a door open and see Abby walk in—out of uniform. Moving from my seat I get up and hug her.

“Everything good?” I ask.

She sits uneasily as Felix walks in behind her. “Yeah, everything’s good.”

Looking between the two, I can feel the tension rolling off them.

“All right so when are you going to stop bullshitting and tell me what’s really going on?”

She shakes her head. “It’s fine Ade, drop it. I’m getting a drink,” she says as she carries on over to the bar.

I walk over to Felix. “You going to tell me what’s going on with her?”

He shrugs. “Don’t know, brother.”

Walking away from him, I make my way back to the bar to sit down with Abby, something’s not sitting right.

She jumps up so fast when I grab onto her shoulder, her chair falls to the ground.

“Wow! Abby, it’s me, Ade.”

She begins shaking where she’s standing. “Bear?”

I reach my hand out and pull her into me. “Yeah baby, it’s me. Come here.”

She starts to heave in my arms and I swing my head around at Felix.

“What the fuck happened to her?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Like fuck you don’t know.”

Zane stands from his seat. “That’s enough! Shut the fuck up, both of you.”

He begins walking up to Abby, bringing his face down to her level. “Abby? What’s happened?”

Abby is fucking strong, so seeing her like this has me on edge. This girl has been dragged through hell and back.

“Just having an episode. I’m sorry,” she breathes out, pushing away from me.

“I have seen your episodes Abby…that was
not
an episode.”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. I’ve got to go and see the girls. They’re planning the hen’s night.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “I don’t fucking believe you, Abby. Stop fucking playing hero and let me help.”

She glares at me and straightens her shoulders. “Maybe I don’t want your fucking help this time, Ade. You can’t save me all the time.”

I blow out my breath and mumble, “Where the fuck is Ollie.”

She looks to me, fire in her eyes. “Fuck Ollie.”

“Whatevs Abby. Don’t fucking say I didn’t try.”

She storms out of the bar with Felix hot on her tail. Why the fuck the old man is following her around for, I don’t know.

It’s not long after Abby’s episode when I decided to head home. I take off my cap and put on my helmet, throwing my leg over my bike, kick start it and ride out of there leaving a trail of smoke behind me.

“Okay Kalie, can we stop now,” Phoebe moans from beside me.

“No, we’re about to abuse our body enough tonight, we need to get some health in.”

We slow to a walking pace as we make our way back to my hotel room.

“Fuck health. Give me a burger and fries over this shit, any day.”

“Yeah, well, not all of us are fortunate enough to eat whatever we want and for it not to show.”

We reach the hotel, pulling the doors open and make our way up to my room. When we’re in the cart, Phoebe looks to me. “So, I talked to Ade.”

I look up at her, eyes wide. “You did what?”

She nods. “He’s a hard one, Kal. I’ve known him all my life, and out of all the boys, he’s the most reckless and ruthless. I just don’t know if he’d be good for you.”

I shrug. “Well, I wasn’t planning on going there again, so you can rest easy.”

She stops at the door and adds, “If you did, though, I’d totally get it. What’s not to love about him, aside from his complete disrespect for the female species, he’s all things any women would want and need in a man…plus more. I had a crush on him when I was younger, big time. Until I realized, he wasn’t interested. It took me three years to get over him,” she laughs to herself.

I laugh along with her while walking into the bathroom, stopping and leaning against the doorframe. “Yeah, I still can’t believe someone so…beautiful, exists. Every time I’m with him, I have this insatiable need to touch him, to make sure he’s real.” I shake my head, and then snap my mouth closed when I realize I just said all of that out loud.

She laughs and walks up to me. “That bad, huh? I get it.” She waves her hand away, seeing my shock. “He’s, well…he’s Ade Nixon, and that’s all anyone really needs to say. But Kalie? He’s not a good man. All that’s good is on the outside, he has a lot of demonic shit going on inside him. Be careful? Okay?” She looks into my eyes, worry etched all over her.

I nod my head and gulp down, pushing off the doorframe. “Of course, Phoebs. As I said, I don’t think it’s like that anymore. At least, not with him anyway.”

She rolls her eyes with a smile, picking up the sound dock remote from the coffee table. “Honey, it is
a lot
like that with him. I’d begin praying, you know why?” she asks with a raised eyebrow, pushing play and VinylShakerz
‘One Night in Bangkok’
pulsates through the speakers. “Because he doesn’t take no for an answer. And when he wants you…
and he does want you
…you won’t have a say in the matter.” She smirks and pumps it up louder as she begins shaking her ass around the living room. Ignoring the flutter of butterflies I’m getting from the probability of her being right, I shake my head and shut the bathroom door.

Turning the faucet on, I wait patiently for the water to heat up. She’s right, he is no good for me, but since he’s walked into my life, I can’t get him out of my head. Every time my ex would kiss me, I’d be thinking of Ade. Horrible, I know, but I couldn’t help it. Once the shower is hot, I step in and scrub my body, hair, and face. Tonight is going to be interesting. I hear the bathroom door open, then close.

“Phoebs, could you not have waited until I was finished?” I laugh.

“Yeah, it’s not Phoebe,” a low, sexy, voice growls from the other side of the curtain.

I gasp and wrap the shower curtain around me. “Ade? Get out!”

I hear him chuckle. “Yeah, not going to happen.”

He pulls open the curtain and I squeal, trying to grasp it back away from him while trying to hide the most private parts of my body.

“Ade! Get the fuck out. I swear to God—”

His lips smash onto mine pushing me back against the wall. I try to push him away, but it makes no difference, the man is hard as rock—everywhere. He picks me up and pushes me against the wall harder, stepping into the shower fully clothed. I moan into his mouth, and he draws out a low growl. With the water running down us both, he pulls back briefly.

“What happened to,
‘you’re not going to sleep with me?’”
I ask, looking up at him. He removes his clothes in one quick motion, running his hands through his hair. The water is running off his beautifully inked body and his eyes are dark with need.

“I said that did I?” he asks, tilting his head to the side with a sexy smirk.

I gulp down and nod. “Yeah, you did.”

He shrugs. “Never been one to follow rules.”

He brushes my hair back, moving one leg inside mine and pushing his groin into me. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to contain the explosive feeling between my legs. I look up at him, his eyes narrow before he places his other leg between mine, causing me to open wider for him. My breathing is ragged and if he doesn’t fuck me right now, I’m going to rub myself all over him until I get my release.

He brings his hand to my chin and pushes it up to look at him.

“How many men have you been with since me?” he asks, searching my eyes.

I narrow my eyes at him and scowl. “What’s that got to do with what we’re doing right now?”

He raises his eyebrows, jaw ticking dangerously. “Answer the fucking question Kalie.”

I huff out, dropping my eyes to the shower floor. “I have seen two guys since I met you.” His jaw clenches tight and his lustful eyes have been replaced with anger. “But…” I raise my finger in the air when I see he’s about to say something, “I haven’t
been
with anyone since you,” I whisper out the end of that sentence. I watch as his eyes set into understanding and then turn hungry again. He brings his lips down to mine and swipes his tongue across my bottom lip. When I open my eyes again, I’m greeted with a smirk.

I cock my head to the side. “Something funny?”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, actually.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Oh? Do tell.”

He laughs and nips my ear. “I think it’s funny that this pussy here,” he brings his hand down and cups my pussy in his hand, sliding a finger inside, “is
mine
,” he growls into my ear. He extracts his finger and I moan out at the sudden loss of it. Lifting me back up, he slides his dick inside of me in one, tight, move. “Fuck,” he groans and I moan out at the feeling of his thick, long, cock filling me.

Every…

Single…

Inch…

And there’s at least nine.

The feeling is unreal. How I had gone this long without having this man inside of me, I have no idea. He pulls out of me, only to slam into me again, causing my body to push up against the wet wall. He brings his hand around my waist, getting a better grip, and the other on my neck. I throw my hands around his neck and push my lips to his, licking over his two rings and sucking on his pierced tongue.

Every thrust that he pushes into me, I feel his head hit my spot. And every time he pulls out, I feel the pressure of his extraction. The feeling is addictive, and I never want to stop. He brings his face down to my nipple, pulling it roughly into his mouth, the metal of his tongue ring sliding over it in rhythmic fashion. Sticking to his same torturous pace, he continues to fuck me with raw intensity and passion. Sweat dripping down my forehead and the fog filling the room only adds to my need. I grab onto his face, running my hands over his jaw and down his fully tattooed neck. I lean down and slide my tongue all over his jaw and down his neck, following my hands movements.

When I begin to feel that same familiar pull begin deep in my stomach, I clutch onto him tightly as my orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave of euphoria. I’m panting, trying to catch my breath when he places me back down to my feet. I drop to my knees quickly and push him deep into my throat. His hand grasps onto my hair and he throws his head back. Wrapping my lips around my teeth, I bite down a little, pushing him in deep. Well, the most that I can take of him anyway, which isn’t that much—he’s big,
everywhere
.

I wrap the base of his cock in my hand and begin to squeeze lightly while pumping and twisting him, following the motions of my mouth. I feel his balls tighten, so I rub them in my hand as his hot liquid pumps down the back of my throat. I swallow every bit of him and stand back to my feet. He looks at me with a smile, lightly kissing me.

Mumbling against my lips, “Should I ask why you know how to use this mouth of yours so well?” He raises his eyebrows at me, touching my swollen lips.

I shake my head. “Probably not,” I say looking up at him and watch his mouth set into a hard line.

“Cut it out. You were my first,” I point down to his dick, “you know, so quit it. You do and always will own that
big
part of me. And anyway, I wasn’t expecting this to happen,” I say surprisingly at him.

He smiles and pulls me up against him, kissing me briefly. “I was. I had no intention of staying away from you Kalie. When I saw you in the bar, I knew this was it for me. It was hard enough having to walk away from you that first time, I won’t do it again.” He stops briefly before continuing, “I will need the name or…” his face sets into a murderous glare, “names, of the men you have gone past kissing with. Nope, I’ll need the ones you have kissed too. Actually, just anyone that’s ever touched you will do.”

I pull my head back and search his eyes, hoping to see some sort of joke behind his words, but came out with nothing. I turn the faucet to a scorching hot temperature and stand underneath it, letting the water run over me. I look up at him and see he’s watching me intently. “Are you serious?” I ask, knowing damn well that will never happen.

He stalks over to me until his chest is flush up against mine. He wraps his hand around my chin and jerks my face to meet his. “Kalie, I haven’t had a girlfriend…ever. I don’t know the rules of how this is supposed to go, but as I said before, I don’t abide by rules anyway. I make my own and people follow those.” His hand doesn’t move from my chin, but his thumb glides over my bottom lip. He watches the movement carefully before continuing, “I’m going to fuck up eventually. I don’t lose my shit, I know exactly what I’m doing when I do it. And trust me, if I ever see, or hear, of anyone touching, or have touched this…” He runs his hands down the front of my body and around to my ass. The movement causes a shiver to break over me. That shiver is need mixed with fear. “I
will
kill them,” he states matter-of-factly. I see the look in his eyes, and I know with one hundred percent certainty that this man is serious.

“What are you saying?” I ask, searching his eyes for clues.

“I’m saying,
you…are…mine
.” He accentuates every word.

“You would kill someone if they had touched me?” I gulp down.

“I will kill someone if they so much as look at you too long.”

“You’re crazy,” I say with a chuckle. I’m trying to lighten myself up.

He nods his head. “When it comes to you? I’m fucking deranged, baby. Don’t mess with that.”

Swallowing down my fear I say, “You’re a little intense, anyone ever told you that?”

He doesn’t reply, so I squeeze some soap into my hand and begin rubbing it all over me, forming suds.

“It’s been hard for me too, you know. I’ve had two boyfriends since met you—”

He clamps his hand down onto my mouth, narrows his eyes, and pushes himself up against me. “Shut the fuck up, Kalie. Don’t test my limits, because I have
none
. I’m a ticking time bomb waiting to explode when it comes to you. Choose your next words wisely.”