Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (28 page)

The ride here was extra-long, long enough to work myself up. It’s late, so no doubt their night will be well and truly flying ahead at full speed. If there’s anything those girls know how to do, it’s party.

I get off my bike and take my helmet off.

“They’re not here,” Zane yells from his spot across the road. “They’re at Wired. It’s a new club that’s opened in town. And Ade? Alaina said that Kalie is wasted. By the sounds of it, they all are. Be fucking nice, brother. She’s been through a lot.”

She’s about to be put through a lot more—a lot more of my dick.

“Where’s this club?”

He points up the road. “Not far from here.”

I jump back onto my bike. “I’ll follow your lead.”

He gets back onto his bike and we roar them to life, riding off to this fucking bar. Kalie has always been sweet and innocent, but she also has this mischievous side to her that only comes out occasionally. That mischievous side is going to be the death of me.

We pull up to the bar and there’s a huge line out front, but the girls aren’t there. We get off and ignore the gawking. Walking up to the bouncer, I take my gloves off, shoving them in my pocket and fluff my hair up.

“Here to find our women. That going to be an issue?” I ask.

He looks between Zane and me a few times before shaking his head and popping open the gate. We both walk in, in our usual get up. White T-shirt with our cut over the top, jeans that hang loose, and combat boots. Walking into the deep bass sound of some song with girls screaming and dancing, the place is huge and it’s packed. Pushing through the crowd of people and ignoring the sultry stares coming from women all over the place, we attempt to find our little misfits. When I spot her, a fire lights in my chest and,
holy fuck
, I swear my whole world stops. The Weeknd
‘The Hills’
is pumping through the speakers, and I’m watching her body do fucking amazing things to the base of the song. The girl dances dirty, about as dirty as she plays between the sheets.

I stand there stock still when Zane looks at what I’m watching and smiles.

“Damn, the girl can fucking move.”

I bite my lip and smirk. “Yeah, she can.”

My thoughts are interrupted by the attention she’s drawing around her. I look around at all the men in this place and all eyes are locked on Kalie—
my fucking Kalie
. I begin walking toward them, pushing through everyone until I reach her, throwing snarls out at them on my way.

Who knew I could be such a predator
, but what’s mine is mine.

She has her back to me and is shaking her phat ass around the place. I slap it, and grasp onto her hips, pushing her into my groin. She stumbles and attempts to turn around. Obviously ready to push whoever it was off of her. But meeting my eyes instead.

“Ade?” she slurs.

“It’s me, baby. Let’s go,” I say, grasping her hand.

“Wait, I have an issue with you,” she slurs again.

I bend down to her ear so she can hear me. “Do this outside, I can’t hear you,” I say nipping her ear while pulling her behind me to follow me out.

Once we’re outside and away from the line of people, she pulls away from my grasp.

“As I said, I need words with sho—you. I meant you.
Shit
,” she mumbles out the last bit with a small smile. I smile back at her, leaning against my bike and lighting up a smoke.

“Go on, you were saying?”

She puts her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes. Instead of it looking intimidating—which I have no doubt that is what she was trying to do—it looked cute.

“You’ve been a slut! I’m not cool with that. Fuck that. Yuck! Seriously, Ade, it didn’t take you long.”

I throw my smoke down to the ground. “Wait. So
that’s
what your issue is? I fucking drove here because I saw the fucking photos, Kalie. Don’t try and play the innocent card on me right now, because these lips right fucking here,” I pull her into me forcefully and run my thumb over her lips, before bringing my mouth down to her ear, “are
mine
, and only
mine,
Kalie. Comprende?” Her breath hitches and her chest begins drawing in faster breaths. She looks down at my lips and I smile.

“Not here, baby. Get on the bike,” I say letting go of her.

She shakes her head. “No Ade, I’m shit scared and you know that.”

I pull her into me, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. “Would I ever let anything happen to you?”

She looks deep into my eyes then shakes her head, making her long as fuck hair shake around. “Exactly. Now get that sexy fucking ass on my bike.”

I hand her my helmet and she takes it hesitantly. “Pull your dress up, baby,” I say while throwing my leg over. She comes up behind me, hitching up her tight dress, placing her hands on my shoulders before throwing her leg over behind me.

“Closer. Wrap your arms around my torso,” I say with my head over my shoulders. She stops for a second before doing exactly what she’s told. She grips on tightly. The thought of her on the back of my bike stirs crazy shit with my dick. This would be the first time a woman has ever been on my bike. I always knew that the only woman that would ever ride with me would be my old lady. The back of my bike is no seat for a whore.

I start it up, making it pulse under us both, then pull out with her grip getting tighter instantly. I almost want to ride off somewhere else just to have her gripping onto me like this.

We pull up to her apartment and I turn my bike off, waiting until she’s gotten off. I swing my legs back off the bike, pulling her under my arm and kissing her on the head.

“Was that hard?” I ask.

She smiles and shakes her head. “Nope. I want to go again.”

I laugh. “Yeah, of course, baby. Anything you want.”

We walk into her apartment, and as soon as I’ve closed the door I pick her up and wrap her legs around me. I grasp onto the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine, kissing her slow and gentle.

“Are you done?” I ask her.

She tilts her head at me. “Done with what?”

“Done with fighting what we have here?”

“I am. But I have some issues.”

I laugh, placing her back on the floor. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, baby. Come on, we can talk about this tomorrow.”

I pick her back up and carry her to her room. Seconds after laying her down, she’s asleep. I start removing her dress and I look down at her body that’s only partly covered by her little white lace panties and bra. I bring my knuckles up to my mouth, biting out a moan, “Holy fuck.” She’s going to be the end of me. She can bring me to my knees with one stare.

Kalie-Rose
.

Who would’ve ever guessed that I’d want to settle my shit down.

I remove my cut and T-shirt, pull down my jeans, peel back the blankets and get in behind her then pull her into me. I brush her hair off her forehead and kiss her head.

“Fuck, I love you. You have no idea how much I fucking love you,” I whisper into her hair.

“I love you too, Ade,” she whispers a reply.

I stiffen, listening to her breathing, which is even. “Kalie?” I say.

No response.

Shit! She must have said that in her sleep. Those simple words are not so simple coming from those beautiful lips.

“Oh my God, my head,” I moan into my pillow.

I hear a laugh beside me and I smile. I remember everything that happened last night, despite the amount of alcohol I consumed. It was a good night. Pushing my face off my pillow, I turn around to face Ade. His hair is all messy everywhere and his blue eyes twinkle.

“It’s not fair. How can you look so perfect,” I say, staring at him.

He brushes the hair from my face and squishes his eyebrows. “You’re perfect, baby. Every single thing about you is what I crave. What I need.”

I smile at his words, resting my head on my hand. “I missed you,” I say dragging my finger along his strong jaw and up to his chiseled cheekbones.

He kisses my hand. “I missed you too, baby. But those pictures…they gotta go.”

I laugh, pulling my hand away.

“Oh? You think this is funny?” he asks with a smirk and a playful tone.

I shrug. “Baby, you gotta cut the jealousy crap or this is never gonna work.”

He grasps onto my legs, pulling me down the bed and bringing his body on top of me. I scream out a laugh and he kisses my lips briefly, chuckling against them. He brings himself back up so he’s resting on his elbows, staring down at me. I stop laughing when I look up to him. God, he’s breathtaking. This beautiful, sexy, dangerous man is on top of me, and he wants
me.
I feel untouchable. Searching his eyes, he smirks, rolling his hips into me. I clamp down on my lip and moan a little, reaching onto his forearms to stop the motion, and he narrows his eyes down at me.

“Don’t do that.”

I smile. “Oh, do what?” I rub myself up against his groin. “Don’t do this?”

I bite my lip and smirk at him. I see his eye twitch before he matches my smile.

“Mmm, you shouldn’t have done that.”

He takes hold of my wrists, bringing them up over my head with one of his hands. His other hand reaches behind my back, unsnapping my bra and removing it in one easy motion. He brings his face down and licks each of my nipples lightly, so lightly it feels like torture. I roll myself into his groin again, trying to gain some friction.

“Keep still,” he demands.

I turn my head to the side, attempting to keep still but needing a release. His hand continues its journey down my stomach and under my panties. I arch my back off the bed at the contact from his large rough hand covering my pussy. I’ve craved his touch for so long. I feel like a junkie that has just had my hit of the best damn heroin you could ever imagine. His hand sprawls out, slipping one, then two fingers inside me and I still for a brief second.

My eyes open and I look up to him. “Can we not do that yet, please? Just…anything but that,” I whisper out to him. His face sets into stone and he pulls out softly.

“I’m so sorry, Kalie. So fucking sorry, baby. I will never ever let anyone ever come near you again. I promise you that on my life.”

Tears prick my eyes and I nod my head. “I trust you, Ade, but it’s not your fault. I know that now.”

I bring my hand up to his face, running my fingers along his jaw, to his lips, lightly over the two rings that sit hooked around his lip perfectly. He smiles down at me, kissing me gently. I open my mouth, letting his soft pierced tongue slide in. He licks and tugs on my lips in the most seductive of ways. I’ve been kissed—a lot, but no one has ever kissed like this. I feel his hands come to my face, cradling it in his hands.

He reaches down, pulling his briefs down along with my panties. Sliding his hands back up my body while still never breaking our kiss. He runs his hand over my breast, lightly wiping over my nipple, igniting it to life. In one, slow, gentle move I feel his thick, long, pierced cock slide into me. I attempt to moan out against his lips only to have him intensify the kiss. He kisses me deep and hard, our breaths heavy, and our bodies working up a sweat. He pulls out, and pushes in slowly, putting pressure on my clit each time he pushes into me. He lets go of my hands with his other hand and I bring them up around his neck. We work up a pace that’s perfect, our bodies joining, creating the perfect rhythm of love. He finally breaks our kiss, looking deep into my eyes, his breath hitches and he lays one tiny light kiss on my lips.

I know what he’s doing—he’s making love to me. That much I’m aware of.

I run my hands behind his tattooed neck, searching his eyes. He grips onto my thigh and lifts my leg up against his hip without breaking his grind. He brings his forehead to mine, resting it there, looking down to me. I pull his lips to mine, kissing him with all I have. I can feel my body building that familiar tingling feeling deep in my stomach. He pushes into me again hitting something deep inside me and I moan out as my orgasm racks my body, causing it to smash into me like jolts of electricity being shocked through me.