Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1) (12 page)

Luck’s a nice guy, who tries to entertain me while Dante and Logan are outside.

Why is Logan suddenly so concerned about me? After the brutal way he broke my heart, I can’t say I’m not thrilled over how much my relationship with Dante seems to bother him.

I’m also thrilled that I don’t feel a damn thing for him anymore. How can I with Dante in my life? Big, tough, domineering Dante, who makes me feel safe and protected. Logan’s no match.

Romeo, the president, stops by the bar.

“Where’d your man go, sweetheart?”

Luck answers for me. “Had to take Hemi outside for a talk.”

Romeo raises an eyebrow. “No shit. ‘Bout what?”

Luck tilts his head in my direction. “Hemi seems to think he’s got some claim on Dante’s girl.”

“Your cunt lined in gold, sugar?”

My gasp of surprise at his crude question makes Romeo snicker. He pushes away from the bar. “I better go check on ‘em before Dante kills the little punk.”

It never occurred to me Hemi was in any real danger. I feel a little bad, even though it’s not my fault Hemi interfered.

Luck plants his elbows on the bar and leans forward. “Wanna tell me why Hemi was willing to risk a beatdown from our Sergeant-at-Arms over you?”

Shaking my head, I can’t come up with any answer that makes sense. “What’s a Sergeant-at-Arms?” I ask.

He drops his head and chuckles. When he finishes, he glances up. “He enforces the rules of our club. Makes sure brothers follow club policies, and expected models of conduct when dealing with fellow brothers. Being that Hemi directly disrespected Dante, someone else should probably discipline him.” He shrugs. “Dante won’t kill him.”

“God, I hope not.” I mean, I hate Logan for how he treated me, but I don’t want to see him beaten to death either.

Luck tries to keep me from worrying by telling me stories about the club and different runs he and Dante have gone on together. Nothing in depth or serious. More like funny anecdotes.

Our attention is drawn to the door. Romeo stalks in first, followed by Dante and Logan. I gasp when I take in his bloody lip and the bruises already forming on his face.

He follows Romeo and doesn’t even glance in my direction. Dante watches him for a minute before heading toward me. When he reaches me, he leans over and seals his mouth over mine, melding our lips together. His tongue licks at my bottom lip and I open for him. Our kiss deepens as he places his hands on either side of my face, holding me still.

I’m on fire by the time Dante pulls away. My eyelids flutter open to find Dante smiling down at me. “Much better now,” he remarks.

My tongue swipes across my lips, tasting every lingering bit of him.

“You showed restraint, brother,” Luck says behind us.

Embarrassment burns over my face. Once again, Dante managed to make me forget there are other people all around us.

Curling his hands over my shoulders, Dante turns me to face the bar and Luck. His big warm body presses up against my back making me feel safe and protected again.

“Took a chat with my fists and Prez for him to see the light. Fucker’s stubborn.”

He doesn’t even look at me while talking about Logan and I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.

While he and Luck chat, Dante’s hands absently massage my neck and shoulders. It feels amazing and I let out a soft moan, my head falling back against his chest. “Tired, baby girl?”

“No.” I want to be alone with him, and not to sleep.

A few more people come up to talk to Dante. He introduces me to each one as “his girl,” which thrills me each time he says it. There are so many new faces and strange road names that I can’t memorize them all. Something I tell Dante when the last guy walks away.

He smiles at me. “That’s okay, baby girl. Long as they know you’re mine.”

His, damn I like that.

Leaning down, his lips brush against my ear. “I’ve got a present for you in my room.”

“Oh, really?” Somehow, I don’t think he’s serious. I’m pretty sure the present is his cock, and I’m totally fine with that.

The possessive way his hands circle my upper arms to help me off the stool, kicks up a throb of desire in my belly.

Dante nods at Luck. “You got this?”

Luck answers with one of those chin jerks men do that speaks volumes.

Dante’s big hand closes around mine and leads me down the hall. I’m trembling with need before he opens the door and pushes me inside. The slam of the door makes me jump, but he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy pushing me up against the door.

Holding me tight against the solid wood, he leans down and takes my mouth in a savage kiss. Every thought leaves me, except for how this hard, rough, demanding man has the softest, fullest lips. He keeps me backed against the door, pressing his hard body against me.

My hands clutch at his leather cut, the wild beat of his heart drumming against my hand. He presses our kiss deeper, tongue sliding against mine, taking me. I want to slow things down and savor every bit, but at the same time, I want him to strip me bare, bend me over, and fuck me until I scream.

He backs away slowly, finishing our kiss, brushing his lips against mine, touching his forehead to mine.

“I hate how much I missed you,” he says as if he really is angry about it.

That hurts. “Why?”

“Because if something ever happened, anyone tried to take you from me, I’d fuckin’ murder them. You’re worth killing for.”

I don’t get to respond. His mouth touches mine and I surrender completely. His arm wraps around my waist as he keeps tasting me. Claiming me.

Both of his hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me.

“Dante,” I moan, breaking our kiss.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“I need you,” I gasp, lifting my legs and hooking them ‘round his waist opening my body to him, so my bare pussy rubs over his denim-covered cock. His fingers find and run over my smooth, sensitive skin. He seems fascinated with my grooming choice and I’m so happy I decided to do that for him.

His mouth moves to my neck, the journey is rough and expresses how much he wants me. My man runs the pad of one finger back and forth, higher and lower until he hits the spot that makes me gasp. For such a rough man, he brushes against my sensitive clit gently. I’m so close, I buck my hips and he chuckles against my neck. His fingers move back to my soaked opening, pushing inside.

“Oh, Dante…so good. But I need your cock.”

“Say please.”

“Please, daddy, can I have your cock?”

He growls and presses his hips into me, keeping me pinned to the door. Somehow he holds me up while freeing his cock and lining it up with my entrance. “You still taking your pill?”

“Every morning,”

He taps the fat head of his cock against my bare pussy lips, then whips out a condom and rolls it down his thick shaft. “Just in case,” he mutters.

I don’t have time to be insulted, because he pushes inside my body and groans. “Fuck, baby girl. You feel so fucking good. Didn’t even think about fucking another pussy while I was gone. Only thought about yours.”

With the frantic way we’re grinding and thrusting against each other, I’m amazed he got so many words out. I pick up each one and even though they’re crude, I absorb the warmth behind them.

I tighten around his cock and he groans louder, slams into me harder. My ravenous need for him destroys everything else.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans. His mouth stops moving, and crushes against mine again. This is how Dante communicates best.

“Come for me, baby girl. Come around my cock. Show me you missed me.”

The words “I’m close” are on the tip of my tongue, but are lost under the harsh screaming and moaning that tear out of me instead. My pussy grips his cock, my body shudders. Warmth radiates in waves from my slick center. Dante stills his frenzied movements as he releases, groaning out his pleasure.

“Karina.”

His forehead touches mine and I unwrap my legs from his waist. My body feels like jelly, but he steadies me so I don’t melt onto the floor.

He steps away from me for a moment; when he returns, I realize my eyes were closed. I open to find Dante smiling at me.

“Wanted to fuck you so bad, I didn’t even get you naked. That’s a crime.”

His fingers tease the hem of my sweater and I automatically lift my arms up. He hums in approval as he whisks my sweater off, and unhooks my bra. My hands move to the zipper of my skirt, but he stops me with a finger on my arm.

“Leave it on”

He slides a hand down the length of one of my braids, gently tugging out the band at the end and untwisting the strands. Then he does the same with the other braid.

His eyes never leave my body as he steps back. Both hands reach out and cup my breasts, thumbs rubbing over my nipples. “Yeah, you’re just as perfect as I remembered.”

In a few steps, we’re next to his bed. He sits and reaches over to his desk, grabbing a blue velvet satchel. With a sly smile, he hands it to me. Curious and honestly a little nervous, I accept the bag. It’s small, but has some heft. Untying the drawstrings, I peek inside. Confused, I stare at Dante.

“Never seen one before?”

“No.” Gingerly, I grasp the cool metal and pull it out of the bag. It’s sort of egg shaped, but heavier than any egg and it has a stem with a flared end. The flat part of the end is encrusted with pink jewels. It’s sort of pretty.

Dante’s intense gaze is still glued to my face. He holds his hand out and I drop the thing into his palm. With his other hand, he pats his lap.

Yes, this is something I definitely missed. Draping myself over his lap settles my mind and makes my belly flutter at the same time. He spends a few minutes running his hand over the backs of my legs. Stroking and tickling. When I relax a little more he flips my skirt up, roughly palming my ass cheeks.

“Your ass is perfect.”

“Thank you.”

My thanks makes him chuckle. His body sways to the side and a drawer rolls open and closed.

Crack!

The palm of his hand connects with my ass and I moan. The warm sting prickles over my skin and I instinctively arch my back, offering myself to him. He spanks my other cheek then rubs the sting away with his hand.

“Were you a good girl while I was away?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He slaps me again and again. The spanking intensifies but I love the sting and burn. I’m panting and moaning when he finally stops.

“Spread your legs,” he says, his voice hoarse and rough.

I wiggle my thighs apart and his fingers gently stoke my wet folds.

“You really like that, don’t you, baby girl.” He’s not asking me a question. Doesn’t need to. The proof drips down his hand.

I moan louder as he presses a finger inside of me.

“You’ve got one greedy little cunt, baby girl. I just fucked you against that door and you’re already moaning for my cock again.”

“Yes.”

Greedy cunt is an understatement. Karina’s pussy is dripping after her spankin’. I’ve seen plenty of fucked up shit over the years. Never seen a girl who enjoyed gettin' spanked the way she does.

I’m real happy to be the one givin’ it to her.

Tonight, I’m also gonna give her somethin’ else.

Trailing my soaked fingers from her slick pussy up to her tight little asshole, I stop and use my other hand to pry her cheeks apart. She clenches and whines.

My hand delivers a sharp smack. “Relax.”

She immediately relaxes.

I could get high off this girl’s eagerness to please me.

Trembles of excitement work over her body. Rock hard nipples poke into my thigh. Holding her ass cheeks apart, I circle her hole with one finger, getting her used to my touch. When she relaxes a little more I press one finger inside. She whines and I retreat. Go back to softly stroking her.

“Gonna fuck this ass, Karina.”

She whines, and I smack her butt. She’s still sprawled out over my lap, but she tucks her arms under her chest and turns her face so her cheek is resting on the bed and looks up at me.

“It hurts.”

She doesn’t say, “Hell fucking no.” Nope, my little bitch knows this is happening and wants me to take care of her.

“Not if I do it right.” Picking up the anal plug, I run the smooth, tapered end over her lips. Her tongue darts out to lick it and I almost come in my pants.

“I’m gonna plug your ass to train it to take my cock.”

Her eyes widen.

“This is the smallest one they make. I’ll work you up to bigger ones until I think you’re ready for me.”

She moans and wriggles in my lap and my cock freaks the fuck out.

“It won’t hurt?”

“No way would I hurt my baby girl. Gonna lube you up all nice and slick. When I finally claim that ass, you’re gonna beg me to do it over and over.”

She hesitates. “Okay.” Her body relaxes and she even tips her ass up a little, as if she’s offering herself.

I roll my eyes toward the ceiling. What the fuck did I do to deserve this little angel? She’s like some gift I sure as fuck don’t deserve.

It takes a second to wrap my head around how willing she is to please me. In an earlier part of my life, I might have taken advantage of the situation. But now? All I want to do is protect, and take care of Karina.