Broken (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 1) (7 page)

He smiles, and I wish he hadn’t done that. I need to get out of here. I need to get some proper sleep. ‘I should go.’

He shakes his head, and I throw him a confused look. ‘We need to talk, Izzi.’

‘I know.’ He finally lets go of me and I take another step back, my fingers clinging onto the sheet I’m keeping pressed tight against my chest. ‘But I guess I didn’t realize how tired I really was. Maybe it’d be best if I just went home and…’

‘No.’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘I told you, you ain’t going nowhere. Not until we’ve talked.’

‘So talk. Come on, let’s do that. Let’s talk.’

He shoves his hands in his pockets and laughs quietly as he lowers his gaze, just briefly, before he raises his head, his eyes once more meeting mine. ‘Y’know, we’re both ignoring the pretty big elephant in the room here.’

I cock my head and narrow my eyes. I’m confused. What does he mean by that?

‘I’ve just watched you fuck yourself, Izzi.’

The way he says that, his voice all low and dirty, it sends my stomach into meltdown! Against my wishes, I might add. I don’t want to feel this way about a man I don’t know, don’t trust; don’t feel entirely comfortable with.

‘I didn’t invite you to watch.’ But knowing that he watched anyway is suddenly a turn-on. I’ve gone from thinking of him as a low-down creep to liking the idea of him watching me jerk myself off. What the hell have I turned into?

He moves a little closer to me but I stay exactly where I am. I don’t move. I’m rooted to the spot, whether I like it or not. ‘Would the show have been any hotter if you’d known I was there?’

I want him to go. He needs to go, but then I remember, I’m in
his
clubhouse.
I’m
the one who needs to go. If he’ll let me. ‘You’ll never know,’ I whisper, smiling as I feel some much-needed bravado return. I’m a bitter bitch from hell, and I need to remember that; I need to remember who I am now.

He laughs again, and again it makes my stomach jolt. ‘I watched you come, darlin’.’ His mouth is almost touching my ear now, and I shiver, I can’t help it. ‘And that was good, oh, Jesus, that was
good!
But now I want to
make
you come.’

I close my eyes, just for a second, and the feeling of drifting off, almost as though I’m leaving my body and watching this from somewhere up in the corner of the room takes over. But I’m not detached enough to give in completely. ‘I don’t fuck men I’ve only just met.’ I know his reputation. I know women love him, and I can understand why, to some extent. He’s one hot, handsome son-of-a-bitch and there’s a fucked-up part of me that can’t help wondering what it would feel like to take his cock in my mouth and suck him until he comes down my throat. But I’m tired. I’m confused. And Mack Slayer isn’t exactly what I was expecting. I know his reputation. And I’m not going to fall for those beautiful eyes and the biker charm. I’m stronger than that. I’ll bide my time, I’ll make him want me.
 
Because once he’s fucked me, he isn’t going to want anyone else. And I’ll have him right where I need him to be.

‘You still consider me a stranger, huh?’

‘That’s exactly what you are.’

‘I want to fuck you, Izzi.’ He shrugs, as though he has every right to say that to me. He doesn’t. Not really.

‘Then you’re gonna be disappointed.’

I drop the sheet and kick it away. I want to be cruel. I want to show him what he can’t have. Yet. I want to see how he reacts. Then I’ll know what I’m dealing with here; the kind of person Mack Slayer really is.

He bows his head and runs his hand over his hair. ‘You think that’s fair, huh?’ He looks up, and there’s something in his eyes I don’t understand; a look I can’t read.

‘Who said anything about playing fair?’

I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties and push them down, just a little, and he’s watching. And that’s making me wet again, I can feel it, and I ache to touch it, to bring myself to another wonderful, nerve-jangling climax but I stop myself. It can wait, until I’m back home and truly alone. Make him crazy, mess with his head – I remember what I was told; what I was taught.

‘Y’know, there are names for girls like you.’

I smile and push my panties down a touch further, almost enough for him to be able to see what I know he wants to see. ‘Am I teasing your cock just a bit too much, Mr. President?’

‘Jesus Christ…’

He turns his head away and runs a hand across the back of his neck. He’s sweating, I can see it on his skin, and that turns me on even more. So I push my panties down as far as they can go and kick them away. I’m naked. As the day I was born. And I want him to look at me now. I want him to see it all, I want him to do that.

‘Baby, you have no idea what you’re doing. No fucking idea…’

He looks at me, his eyes scanning me up and down, lingering on my hips and thighs and I feel almost liberated, in a warped kind of way. I don’t know. But I like it. Even though I know I’m pushing a man whose limits I have yet to discover.

‘I know exactly what I’m doing.’ I breathe out the words as I lock eyes with him, holding his gaze. It’s working. He’s coming closer, and now he’s right up in my face and I can feel his breath on my skin, his hand against my face; his thumb stroking my cheek.

‘I don’t think you do,’ he whispers, and I feel as though someone’s kicked me hard in the stomach.

My heart’s beating so fast now, and it’s so loud he must be able to hear it, too. Have I pushed him too far too soon? Have I? Have I pushed
myself
? Because I want him to kiss me; I
want
him to do that. And the thought makes my stomach both flip and turn. I’m really not sure who I am anymore. And the fact there are times when I cease to care is utterly terrifying.

He’s so close to me now, one hand up against the wall by my head, the other still resting against my cheek, but I want him to move it. I’ve regained control and I don’t want him touching me anymore. It’s confusing. And that’s something else I wasn’t prepared for – the confusion. ‘I’m going home.’ I need time to think. I need his help, that’s all. Just his help. And once the job is done I can leave here and go home, and try and rebuild my shattered life.

‘You ain’t going nowhere, darlin’.’

He moves closer still, and I feel my heart literally stop, just for the briefest of seconds, and I feel that control start to evaporate all over again. I’m breathless as I wait for his lips to touch mine because I really do want that. I think. I don’t know. But it doesn’t happen. Instead, he laughs quietly, a deep, low sound that shakes me to my core, and at that very moment in time I want to wrap my legs around him and feel him fuck me so hard I forget everything else that’s happening. For a few, messed-up minutes I want to forget the plan. I just want to forget. But he’s taken that option off the table by pulling away from me, leaving me more confused than ever. But I’m also relieved. I’ve just stood here in front of this man, naked and vulnerable and he did no more than touch my cheek. That tells me a lot about Mack Slayer. More than he probably realizes.

‘Let me go home,’ I say quietly, because I’m tired now. I really need to sleep.

He reaches out and takes my hand, his fingers curling around mine and I make no attempt to break free. ‘I can’t let you do that, Izzi.’

‘You can’t keep me here against my will, either.’

‘It’s too dangerous, darlin’.’

I finally tug my hand free of his and start to get dressed. ‘I can look after myself.’

‘I’m not saying you can’t.’

I run both hands through my hair and shake it out. ‘What
are
you saying, then?’

He looks at me, but he doesn’t seem in any hurry to answer my question.

‘OK. Look, I’ll come back tomorrow…’

‘I know who killed your fiancé, Izzi. I know who killed your daddy.’

I stand completely still as my heart starts beating wildly, a painful rhythm that’s making it hard to breathe. ‘Who?’

He pauses for a beat or two, but his eyes never leave mine, and I know he isn’t about to feed me some kind of bullshit. He really does know who did it.

‘Mack?’

‘They’re part of a club that’s – they’re one percenters, Izzi. Do you know what that means?’

I nod. I know exactly what it means. And he still needs to believe that I’m not quite as naïve as I suspect he thinks I am.

‘You got caught up in something that had nothing to do with you. You were just in the wrong place, at the wrong time…’

‘Yeah, I had actually worked that one out.’ My heart’s still beating like a million drums, the sound pulsating in my ears. ‘Do you have names?’

‘I… Look, Izzi… I know the guy in charge of that crew. I do business with him…’

‘Then that makes you as bad as them.’

‘I’m nothing
like
them, darlin’, believe me.’

He’s lying. I think he’s exactly like them. The Soldiers of Darkness are one percenters, too. I know that. I made sure I knew as much as I could before I came here. ‘I don’t have to believe anything.’ I really don’t know what to do now. I don’t even know what to feel. All I’m experiencing here is a cold numbness. ‘Look, I… You can take me home, OK? Which means you’ll know where I’m staying…’

‘I’m not making you stay here because I’m trying to be a pain in your pretty ass, darlin’. I’m doing it because I don’t know how safe you are right now.’

‘Please, Mack. Trust me, all right? I just want to go home, get some sleep, and tomorrow… I need to get my head around this. Do you understand?’

His eyes almost burn into mine, and I feel my stomach dip.

‘Aren’t you scared, Izzi?’

‘The way I see it, I’ve got nothing to lose.’

He walks over to me, and I look up at him, and his gaze is almost hypnotic. ‘I’ll take you home, if that’s what you want. But I ain’t leaving you alone, you got that?’

He wants to stay with me. And I’m not sure I like that idea, but at least it means I get to sleep in my own bed. ‘OK.’

What choice do I have? We’re doing it his way. And, right now, I haven’t got the energy to argue.

Chapter Seven

Mack

I haven’t slept for more than a couple of hours, and even those were restless. I can’t allow her to stay here; this place, it’s too remote. She needs to come back to the clubhouse until I can figure out a way to deal with this fucked-up situation. I need time, to convince her that what she thinks she needs to do, I’m not sure it’s gonna happen. I’m not sure I can help her in the way she wants me to, not now I know who we’re dealing with. And that’s what’s kept me awake for most of the night – wondering how the hell I’m gonna tell her that. I can’t go after Viper’s crew,
shit!
That would be fucking suicide!

‘Want some breakfast?’

I spin around to see her standing there, dressed in nothing but a white T-shirt that just about skims her ass. She looks tired, so I’m guessing she didn’t sleep all that much either. ‘I’m not really hungry. I’ve put some coffee on, though.’

She grabs the kettle and fills it before placing it on the stove. ‘I prefer tea in the morning.’ She looks at me and smiles, giving me an almost apologetic shrug. ‘I’m British. I like my tea.’ She has a great smile, when she allows it to appear. But I guess she hasn’t had much reason to smile lately.

I watch her as she moves around the kitchen, fetching mugs from the cupboard and milk from the fridge. I can’t take my eyes off her fucking endless legs, and when she leans over the countertop to grab a teaspoon, her T-shirt rides up slightly, giving me a glimpse of her tight, young ass. She’s wearing panties, but they’re tiny, and most of them are where my increasingly impatient cock wants to go; right up that tight, young ass. But maybe not the first time. There I go again. I’m thinking past the first time with this girl, and the first time ain’t even happened yet. But it’s gonna. And it better be soon, ‘cause the wait is freakin’ killing me.

‘Why didn’t you fuck me last night?’

Her question takes me aback slightly. That’s come straight out of left field. ‘I didn’t want to.’ Well, that’s a fucking lie, actually. I wanted to fuck her so bad, come on, she was freakin’ naked in front of me! All I had to do was free my cock and we were home.

‘I wanted you to.’

Whoa! Really?
‘I don’t think you did, darlin’.’

‘Don’t tell me what you think I wanted, Mack. I wanted you to fuck me. And you didn’t. Because I think there’s a man there inside of you that you won’t ever let out. A man who isn’t an arrogant, violent bastard.’

‘I ain’t got time for amateur psychology, sweetheart.’

I watch as she pulls off her T-shirt, exposing her perfect tits and a body that could make a dead man come.

‘Fuck me now.’

Am I in some kinda weird fucking dream here? ‘Izzi…’ Why the hell am I stalling? What the fuck is wrong with me?

‘Please, Mack.’

Jesus Christ, she’s freakin’ begging me! And I still haven’t moved a fucking inch.

‘I
want
you to fuck me.’

This is crazy. This must be a dream, because I don’t do this. I don’t hesitate when a hot-as-hell woman begs me to fuck her, and she ain’t the first to do that. I’ve had them on their knees in front of me, crying tears of frustration they’ve wanted me that bad. And every time it’s been something I can’t get enough of. But this time – this time I’m hesitating. And I don’t know why. She has no idea how much I want to fuck her. No freakin’ idea…

She leans back against the counter and pushes those beautiful tits out slightly, and that’s it. I’m on it now, I ain’t playing games no more. I don’t know what the fucking hell is wrong with me but I’m back now – Mack Slayer is back, from that momentary lapse of judgment.

Her smile widens as I move closer, and I feel my heart start to beat faster than I’ve ever felt it beat before, the adrenaline coursing through my body making my head spin. How many times have I fucked a woman before? Hell, I lost count decades ago. I’m thirty-eight, for Christ’s sake. And then I remember that she’s younger than me. But she’s old enough, for sure. I think she just looks a whole lot younger than she is. She ain’t no teenage whore playing dangerous games. She’s old enough.

‘You sure about this, Izzi?’

What the
fuck
…? When have I
ever
asked that question? I don’t care if they’re sure or not, I don’t give a crap. But, right now, I do. And it fucking terrifies the shit out of me.

‘Can we stop talking, Mack?’

She don’t have to ask me twice.

I reach out and place a hand between her tits, because, for some reason I ain’t even gonna try and explain – there’s enough confusing shit going on right now – I want to feel her heart beat. I want to know if it’s beating as fast as mine, and it is. It’s pounding away inside of her, and I ain’t ever felt anything like that before. I’m in crazy-shit territory here. And then her eyes lock with mine and I don’t care how crazy or terrifying this is. I don’t fucking care no more.

I slide my hand down, and her skin’s soft and warm beneath my fingers, and I feel my cock straining to be set free. It can wait, just a few more seconds. There’s something I need to do first. Somewhere I need to go.

Her eyes burn into mine, and I swear I can feel sweat breaking out on my forehead. And as I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties she bites down on her lip, still staring right at me like some hungry, sex-starved virgin schoolgirl and that thought alone almost makes me come before I’ve even had a chance to know what she feels like.

I sink to my haunches and slowly slide her panties down over her thighs, right down until they fall to the floor and she steps out of them. I toss them aside and zone in on her shaved pussy, touching her smooth skin, ignoring my protesting cock. The throbbing is painful, but it’s just gonna have to be patient.

Leaning forward, I close my eyes and press my mouth against her soft slit, and her tiny, quiet moans cause my cock to protest even harder. Tough. My tongue’s getting some action first.

She opens her legs a little wider, her fingers in my hair as I plunge into her soaking wet heaven. Her clit’s swollen and hard as I flick my tongue over it, drawing more, slightly louder moans out of her.
Jesus!
She tastes so fucking good! Musky and sweet and so freakin’ hot! I don’t often go down on women. Only done it a couple of times. I prefer
them
to go down on
me
, but this – I want this, before I give my cock the chance to have what it’s wanted since the second I first saw her in
Laney’s
.

I feel her legs weaken slightly as I pull her wider apart; I want to get my tongue as deep inside her as I can, and her fingers grip my scalp tightly as push in, my face right up against her now, and there ain’t no other place I want to be.

 
I roll my tongue around, licking her out, and I feel her juices trickle down my throat because it’s taken me all of a few seconds to make her come. But, hey, I’m Mack Slayer. I can make women come just by looking at ‘em.

‘Oh,
Jesus!
’ Her cries echo around the kitchen as she pushes down on me, and I drink her in, feeling her shudder as I swallow her warm, sweet juices; feel them slide down over my chin. ‘Jesus…
Mack!
’

She groans my name, and I finally pull away from her, wiping my damp chin with my forearm. Her face is flushed, and I press my hand against her chest again. Her heartbeat’s out of control now, slamming against my palm, her tits rising and falling as she breathes heavy and hard and I bend my head to suck on a nipple. I’m in freakin’ heaven here! Because I know she’s gonna let me do what the hell I want to her. And there was me thinking she wasn’t gonna be that easy. They’re all easy. Even the ones I think I can’t have, I just have to keep the faith. They all succumb eventually, and in all fairness, it didn’t take this one all that long to realize it was only ever gonna end one way.

Maybe once really will be enough. I hope it is. Because when this is done, and I have to tell her that I can’t help her no more, she might never want to see me again.

Izzi

I want him to take me like a low-down filthy whore. I
need
him to take me like a low-down filthy whore. Now. I want him to hurt me, to push me to my furthest limits until I can take no more. I don’t want nice, safe, perfect sex. I want dangerous sex. I want it harsh and painful because it was never like that with Aiden. Ever. It was always safe. Always good. So I can’t have that kind of sex here. But I do need sex. I need the release it’s going to give me; that momentary feeling of calm as those final tingles recede. I need him to think
he’s
in control, when really it’s me. And, yes, this is happening way sooner than I’d intended, but I can do this. I can make it work. I haven’t ruined anything.
I’m
in control.

Feeling his tongue circle my clit before plunging inside me was only the beginning. He made me come, so he’s got the power back, and that’s fine. That’s good, because I need him to be at his powerful best now. It was starting to verge on normal just then, and I don’t want normal. I stopped wanting that a long time ago. I want warped and twisted and sick. So I need him to take me like some cheap, dirty, biker whore.

He sucks on my nipple, and it feels good, he has a tongue that can obviously work magic on any part of my body it chooses to. But it’s time to move on now.

I drop my hand and touch his cheek, guiding his head up until he’s looking at me. But nobody speaks. There’s no need.

I take hold of his shirt, clenching the material up in my fist as I pull him against me, our mouths crashing together. I think it’s a kiss that’s been waiting to happen since the minute I first saw him in the bar just a couple of nights ago. I’ve obviously got so much pent-up shit still left inside me that I was always going to explode, at some point, despite all the work I’ve done to try and control that.

His kiss is verging on painful, and I like it. His teeth bite my bottom lip as his hands cling onto me, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before. And I’m not counting Aiden in that. I’ll never want anyone the way I wanted Aiden, I loved him. I don’t love Mack, I barely know him. I don’t know if I’ll ever love anyone ever again, it’s too painful. Losing them, it’s just too much. So this is sex, nothing more. This is something I need to do. It needs to happen, for a reason.

I pull away, just a touch, but my mouth still rests against his as I speak. ‘Take me like I’m some worthless hooker who’s giving it for free. Ram your cock so deep inside me, so hard it makes me fucking scream.’

‘That’s a dirty mouth for such a beautiful face.’

‘I want to be fucked by Mack Slayer.’

‘Not the man you think I’m hiding inside?’

I shake my head and lower my hand so it falls onto his bulging cock. He’s hard and ready; I’m wet and waiting. Game on. ‘I want to be fucked by Mack Slayer,’ I repeat, my eyes staring into his, hoping he reads my silent message right.

He does. Before I can catch a breath he’s turned me around and slammed me up against the countertop, his hand pushing my legs further apart. He winds his fingers in my hair and yanks my head right back, but this is exactly how I want it. I need him to be rough, I need the sex to be dark. I need him to think he’s pulling the strings here.

I hear him pull the zipper on his jeans, and then he rams his rock-hard cock into me with such force it pushes my hips right up against the cupboard, the drawer handle digging into my stomach but I don’t care. It only adds to the twisted excitement I’m feeling right now. My cries are ones of pleasure; he’s hurting me in the most beautiful way, and I think he knows that. I hope it turns the bastard on as much as it is me.

I can feel every inch of him inside me now, so deep I know he can’t go any further, and it really does hurt. But that’s good. I want his thrusts to be wild and wrong. So I push my ass back against him, forcing him to thrust some more, even though he can’t go any deeper.