Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (23 page)

“You’re looking beautiful, sunshine,” my father tells me when I walk into the kitchen. Of course, Pistol is by my side. If Skull had any idea, the man would be dead—and he really needs to be. I thought about bringing a gun with me and doing the job myself. I didn’t, though. One thing stopped me: he told me Katie was alive.

“Please cut the crap,” I say tiredly. “I’ve cried all night and morning. You caused those tears and I look like hell. I’m here because I don’t have a choice and we both know that. You didn’t give me a choice.”

“Elizabeth—”

“I want to know about Katie. You said she was alive. Where is she? Does she know what a bastard our father is? Why hasn’t she ever reached out to me?”

“You need to watch yourself, Elizabeth.”

“You have five minutes and then I’m walking out of here. All thoughts of a bargain is off the table.”

“What makes you think I would let you walk away?”

When he asks that question, I finally see the mask he’s been trying to wear slip. There’s an evil, cold bastard lurking under his attempts to try and be my father. Suddenly, I worry about the life my sister endured. It never occurred to me that I might have gotten the better deal.

“If you don’t let me go, your plan fails. Skull will know that you took me, and he will move both Heaven and Earth to get me back again, because that’s what you do when you love and care for someone,
father
. You put them above anything—especially yourself.”

“Is that what you think your boyfriend is doing?”

“I know it is. It’s also the only reason I’m here. I love two people in this world, Skull and my sister, so stop pulling your punches. I want proof Katie is alive. Then, I want to know flat-out what you expect in exchange for leaving Skull and his men alone.”

“It’s a pity I didn’t choose you, Elizabeth. I see myself in you. You could have ruled alongside me. Your sister never had a head for business. She keeps her thoughts consumed with animals and that damn farm she owns. I blame Isabel’s genes for that failing.”

My sister owns a farm?

“Your time’s running out,” I tell him. I’m trying to copy Skull; I’ve seen him when he’s ordering his crew around. I do, however, sit down at a stool in the corner because my legs are weak and if they give out on me, there’s no amount of acting in the world that will bluff me out of that. Then the Devil will know he has me. That’s who he is to me now: the Devil. I apparently never had a father. I was just the spawn of Satan. The truth of that hurts me. Then again, my disappointment in my parents is something that’s lasted a long time.

“Your boyfriend is getting ready to attack tomorrow. He will take out several things I hold dear. I’m letting that pass because of you—”

“Naturally,” I interrupt him, unable to contain my sarcasm. It gets me another look from the Devil and another piece of his mask slipping. I don’t know why I find joy in that, but I do.

“I know the time of the attacks and where they’ve planted the charges. I even have the codes and where the cameras and video feeds are. So, you see, I am truly the one in charge here.”

“Let me guess how you would have gotten all that information.” I look over at Pistol and he has the gall to look satisfied with himself. “I really hope I get to see Skull kill you someday,” I tell him directly. “It couldn’t happen to a nicer snake.”

He makes a step towards me, but Satan calls him off. At least I wiped that look off of Pistol’s face. Score one for me, even if it was a small one.

“So, you have all the info. What does that have to do with me?”

“We have the feed at the yacht spliced. I’m going to have it appear that when Skull blows up the yacht, he does so with you onboard.”

The glee in his eyes chills me. He’s such a cold and evil man. How can he be the same man who used to rock me to sleep and tell me bedtime stories? How did this happen?

“So you’re killing me,” I mutter in a monotone. I don’t really have emotion about it. Without Skull, I already feel dead. How hard would life be to live without him? I can’t do it.

“No, sunshine. I just need for your boyfriend and Colin to believe I have, then there’s no more leverage against me, no weaknesses.”

“I don’t get it. Why not just kill me for real and eliminate these ‘weaknesses’ as you put it?”

He looks disappointed in me, not bothering to answer my question. Instead, he looks at me and asks the one thing I’m not ready to answer.

“Do we have a deal?”

“What about Katie? I want to see Katie.”

“When it is safe, I will take you to see her.”

“Safe? What does that mean?”

“I have plans for you, Elizabeth. Katie is my insurance plan. First, you need to walk the line.”

With that, another piece of the Devil’s mask slips. The thought of what plans he could possibly have for me scares the hell out of me. I swallow it down. One thing at a time.

“How do I know that if I agree to this you won’t kill Skull anyway?”

“Killing Skull won’t accomplish anything. He’s just a nuisance—inconsequential at best. It’s the bigger picture I’m trying to secure, for you, for Katie, and for myself.”

Call me crazy, but I don’t want to know what the bigger picture is. I’m afraid of the bigger picture; it’s all I can do to keep my thoughts on
this
one. I’ve still not decided. Skull asked me to believe in him, and I do.

I take a deep breath and prepare to turn the Devil down, telling him to go back to Hell where he belongs, when he surprises me.

“You’re indecisive. I thought that would be the case. Truly, you are a lot like me, sunshine. Always weighing your options. It’s very smart. Perhaps I have something that will make you decide.”

A cold chill runs through me at his statement. “What’s that?”

“Pistol. It’s time.”

I watch as Pistol walks away to a small supply closet. He reaches inside the closet and, when he turns back around, my stomach clenches, my body quakes with fear, and a cold sweat breaks out over me.

Pistol drags Katie toward me. She’s changed since I saw her last, that’s true. She’s got the same hair as I do, the same eyes, and the same tears—because we’re both crying. Her shirt is torn and smudged with dirt, her hair knotted up, her face bruised, and her pants torn.

I look back at the Devil like he’s lost his mind. “How can you do this to your own daughter?” It’s a stupid question. After all, what he’s doing to me doesn’t exactly nominate him for father of the year either.

“Someday, I will answer your questions, sunshine. For now, all I need is your answer. Yes or no?”

He reaches out his hand. I look at him, then back at my sister. Then, I do it. I strike a deal with the Devil. All I had to promise him was my soul.

“You okay,
mi cielo?”

We’re sitting in the main room of the bunker. There’s music playing and the bar is open. By our standards, it’s a quiet party. A few of the girls are dancing, but even Sabre and Latch have pulled it in tonight. Hard to celebrate when you’ve lost some good men.

Beth sits in my lap while I’m playing poker with Diesel, Sabre, and Briar. Beth tried to excuse herself and go back to our room, but I just couldn’t talk myself into letting her go. I pulled her down on my lap and ignored her protests. Having her at the hospital today without me was one of the hardest things I’ve ever been through. I don’t know how to tell her she can’t do that again. She’s already talking about going back in the morning. I love that she feels for my brother and wants to help Beast, but she’s not responsible and I won’t have her blaming herself forever.

“I’m okay. Just thinking,” she says, giving me a small smile.

I wrap my arm around her and squeeze. Then, I whisper into her ear where only she can hear me. “
Mi cielo,
did I tell you how much I love that dress you’re wearing?”

“It’s the one I was wearing when we first met,” she whispers.

I play my card on the table, then find her ear again. “It’s driving me crazy. I’m dying to slide my hands up under it, rip off your panties, and fuck you right here, right now.”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

My dick pushes so hard against the zipper of my jeans, the fucker probably has marks branded on it. Beth wiggles in my lap, letting me know our talk is getting to her too. “Makes my cock so fucking hard to feel your ass against it. Every time you move, I want to carry you into our room and fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”

She drapes an arm around my neck and pulls my ear to her lips now.

“Skull. Please. I need you inside of me. I want you to fuck me so hard that I feel you inside of me for months,” she whispers, a hint of desperation in her voice.

The fact that she needs me so much settles inside of me. I throw the cards on the table. “I fold,” I tell them, standing up with Beth in my arms.

“Where you going, boss? We just started…” Sabre complains.

“I’m going to go fuck my woman,” I growl back. Beth buries her head in my chest.

“Go get her,
ese!”
shouts Diesel as the others holler out lewd remarks. 

I leave their shouting behind and walk down the hall to our room.

I’m barely in the room when I feel her teeth nibble up my neck, then her sweet little tongue following the same path. Her hands dive under my shirt as she drags her nails across my stomach.

“My woman needs her man tonight,” I whisper through the moan she pulls out of me when she sucks on the small ring I have in my nipple.

“I’m dying for you.
Hurry
,” she whimpers.

I slam the door with my foot before pushing her up against the wall.

“
Mi cielo
, you’re driving me crazy,” I mumble against her neck. “Wrap your legs around me,” I order. I bite down on the tendon that runs along her neck beside the artery. Her nails dig into my sides.

“The feeling is mutual.” Her greedy hands move to my belt.

“If you do that, this will be over quick,” I tell her. She ignores me and, once the belt is loose, she pops the button on my jeans.

“We have all night,” she tells me. “We can go slower with round two.” As she tells me that, her skillful little hand finishes opening my pants, releasing my cock. She wraps her hand around it and strokes it while maintaining the tightest pressure she’s ever dared with me.
Sweet Jesus
.

“What’s gotten into you tonight, Beth?” I ask, even as my hands help to push my pants down.

“Are you complaining?”

“Fuck, no! Just wondering what made my
mujer
so bold. I’m thanking my lucky stars.”

“Less talk, Skull. More action.” She brings her tongue to my lips and curls it against my small lip ring. She sucks the ring into her mouth, playing with it just right…
so
fucking right, my balls are already tight.

“Point made,” I tell her.

My hands go to her panties and I rip them. I push the ruined silk out of the way. Her body shudders as her hips thrust toward me with hunger.

“Hurry, Skull,” she whispers, pushing my shirt up and latching her lips on my nipple, capturing the ring between her teeth and pulling on it, then drawing the nipple into her mouth, loving it with her tongue.

“I just…
Oh fuck
… Beth, let me make sure you’re ready,” I groan.

“I’m ready, I’m ready—I’m just empty,” she responds, holding onto my dick again and positioning him at her pussy.

“
Fuck it!”
I growl, giving in and thrusting my cock into her without even seeing if she’s ready. I didn’t need to worry. She’s so damn wet, I glide into her sweet pussy, her walls accepting my cock like they were made for it. They were. She’s formed to fit my dick, and my dick alone. I don’t stop until I’m balls-deep in her, and then I pull out. I balance her weight with my one hand and my right leg as I hold onto my cock just outside of her pussy. Our lips barely touch. Her sweet little pink tongue comes out and licks her bottom lip, teasing me. Her breathing is so ragged, her chest heaves. Her face is flushed and her hair is ruffled around it. Beautiful… and
mine
. 

“I want your breast,” I tell her, rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy. “Take it out, Beth. Feed it to me.”

Her smoky eyes deepen in color at my command. She slides the straps of her dress over her shoulders so the top falls to her waist. She unlatches the silky white bra and pulls it from her body, never taking her eyes off of me. All the while, I just keep stroking the head of my cock over her firm little clit, up and down and then in half circles. She’s so fucking wet and her body is trembling.

“Skull,” she breathes.

“Feed me,
mi cielo,
” I order again.

Her small hand slides under her breast, lifting it towards me. Her body leans and stretches. My mouth comes down on the nipple, sucking in as much of her breast as I can. At the same time, I slam my cock right back into her. 

“Skull!” she cries out as my balls slap against her slick skin. My tongue teases her nipple. I suck so hard, it’s plastered to the roof of my mouth and I can massage it with just the force of my mouth. I shift my hands so I’m holding onto her thighs. My cock sinks another inch inside of her, an inch neither of us knew I could go. The angle is different too, so I scrape against her inner wall, hitting that spot that makes her scream out my name again as her fingernails dig into my biceps. I suck her breast with more force, her nipple sliding against my tongue. I almost slide out of her pussy before pushing back in, riding her hard and showing her no mercy. Each time I sink all the way inside, I grind against her greedy little snatch.

“I’m close, baby,” she gasps, but she didn’t need to. I can feel the way her pussy is milking me,
needing me
. She just needs a little something to push her over the edge. I pull my mouth off her breast until the nipple is at my teeth, then bite into it, not letting go, and slide my tongue around it at the same time. I fuck her hard, giving her my cock without worrying about hurting her. I want her to feel my cock pumping her long after we’re done. I want her body limp with exhaustion.

“Fuck, yes!” she hisses, and then I feel her teeth bite into my neck.

She’s marking me. She’s claiming me. That’s what it feels like, and it’s all I need to push me completely over the edge. I scream out her name and slam into her over and over, my cum rocketing inside of her with such force that her body quakes along with it. Then, I feel her whole body shake and her muscles clamp down on me as she comes apart and joins me, taking everything I can give her. When it’s done, she releases my shoulder, letting her tongue slide along the imprint of her teeth.

“I love you, Skull,” she whispers, tightening up on my cock again.

I move a hand to her clit and massage it slowly, gliding my cock in and out of her in a slow, steady pace.

“
Te amo, mi ceilo. Te amo
,” I whisper and continue until I push her over the edge again. This orgasm is gentle, and when she cries out, it’s quiet, like a purr. Contented, a smile finds her lips.