Dark Menace MC: Stone (13 page)

I would tell him the truth,
all
of it,
and hope my confession didn’t get me killed anyway. My eyes bolted
open at the feel of a cold blade against my skin. I looked straight
into the eyes of a killer. If I’d thought earlier that Ripper
hadn’t met my eyes because he didn’t want to do this, I was
mistaken.

“You won’t like the reason,” I said, pinning
my gaze on Stone. “I did go to my sister, to warn her that she
needed to leave town and not come back until she heard from me. I
gave her the truck because I knew her car would never make the long
mountainous trip to our dad’s place in New York. Also,” I hesitated
at this because I knew once I said it there was no taking it back,
and I would have to explain
everything,
“I knew that no one
would be looking for her in a truck.”

“Who would be looking for her?”

Shit, I felt my eyes tear up. I shook my head
for a moment, as if to say I couldn’t go on. An insane thought
crossed my mind that I could tell Stone that it was her husband I
was worried about, and make up some story about them breaking up
and him threatening her. But I’d only be digging a deeper grave for
myself because once Stone found out the truth there was no telling
what he would do. How bad didn’t he like liars? That stupid thought
almost made me laugh out loud.

“Go on, honey,” Ripper encouraged. I gasped
when I felt his knife slice through my t-shirt.

I bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood, not
because he’d cut more of my shirt away, but because I didn’t want
to say the monster’s name. “What if I can’t tell you anything
else?” I practically whispered. Ripper continued cutting my shirt
off. I didn’t care. When he was finally at my back he gave a tug
and then all I had on was my bra and jeans.

“Holy fuck!” he barked, and I closed my eyes
as the tears ran down my cheeks. “Prez…”

I heard movement, light footfalls that told
me that Stone had moved away from the wall and was walking toward
me. The shock in Ripper’s tone had apparently made him curious. I
knew the ugliness Stone was about to see. Even after all these
years, the scars, though somewhat faded, revealed the torture I’d
endured.

I heard Stone suck in his breath, and then,
“Who the fuck did this to you?”

I laughed, but there was no humor in it. The
irony of my current situation wasn’t lost on me. “Weren’t you about
to let Ripper do the same thing?” I sobbed, hating Stone. “Why
should you care?”

“Rachel—” My name was said between his teeth.
He stepped around and forced me to meet his eyes with a hand
beneath my chin. “Who fuckin’ hurt you like this?” he ground
out.

There was a fierceness burning in his eyes
that I’d never seen before. His reaction confused me, the barely
unleashed anger rolling off him in waves. I could feel the heat of
his body, he was standing so close to me. This didn’t make any
sense, and my head was pounding with the whole ordeal.

“Who are you protecting?”

“Myself,” I whispered.

Stone continued to stare at me, as if trying
to figure me out. I’d never felt so vulnerable because I was
certain he could see to my very soul. “Who are you so afraid
of?”

His hand was still cupping my chin. “You.” I
knew the second I’d said it that it was true. I wasn’t so much
afraid that Stone would hurt me. Deep down I sensed that he
wouldn’t. Not physically anyway, but mentally I wasn’t so sure. It
occurred to me that the only way he could do that was if I gave him
the power to.

“Then tell me who the fuck tortured you.”

I closed my eyes, trembling uncontrollably.
“Wildman.”

STONE

Fuck.
That one word didn’t seem
fucking adequate.
I fucked up.
I gave Ripper a signal to get
out, that his job was done. I’d never meant for it to go this far,
but then, I’d underestimated Rachel’s stubbornness. She was hiding
some serious shit if Wildman was the cause of her reluctance to
tell me what I fucking wanted to know. Sure, Trudy had told me that
Rachel was unable to contact her sister and needed to see her, but
it was my fucking job to keep the club safe. After the way Rachel
had tricked her way off the property, I knew there was more to the
story.

I didn’t like secrets, and I hated liars.
Maybe Rachel wasn’t a liar, but she sure as fuck was keeping
secrets. My dick wanted to ignore that. Christ, when Ripper had
started cutting off her shirt, revealing more and more of her soft,
white skin, one look at the tits spilling out of her bra was all it
took to turn me hard as stone. I was still hard, but before I
satisfied myself deep inside her body I wanted some fucking
answers.

She opened her eyes and I steeled myself from
the tears that were ready to fall. I wasn’t a weak man. I didn’t
hurt women, but if one came at me with a fucking knife I’d do what
I needed to do to stay alive. If she was from the enemy’s camp, we
treated her like one of their brothers. It wasn’t beneath a rival
MC to plant one of their girls in another MC’s club, those MC’s who
didn’t give a fuck about their women anyways. If it turned out
Rachel was working with Wildman, she’d have to go.

Fuck, that was going to be a tough call to
make.

“Are you working with Wildman?”

Her eyes bugged. “What? No! You saw what he
did to my back.”

Yeah, it was a fucking mess. The thought that
Wildman had tortured her made me sick to my stomach, but I couldn’t
understand why hadn’t he killed her. He wasn’t known for letting
people live if they crossed him. Scars on someone could be the
result of a lot of things, not excluding rough sex or sadistic
intimidation used to make someone do something they didn’t want
to.

I walked around Rachel to her backside,
gently running my fingers over the faded scars. The use of a whip
and cigarette burns were obvious. “Tell me.”

“Ten years ago my mom and I ran away from
Wildman, after five years of his abuse. At first it was just my
mom. He’d rape and beat her on a daily basis, repeating over and
over all the horrible things he would do to her if she tried to
escape, terrifying her to the point that she was too afraid to run,
if that makes any sense. She had a warped idea that being with him,
under his protection, was better than being on the run from him,
being alone and trying to scrape by without money and an
education.” Her laugh was void of humor. “No one protected her from
him, but he was the lesser of two evils, because his men were a
thousand times worse. They were animals.”

I listened quietly, holding back my questions
because I sensed she might answer them before she was done talking.
Letting my fingers trail lightly down her back, I walked them
around her side until I was facing her again. She met my eyes.

“When did he do that to your back?”

“When I was thirteen.” He made a hissing
sound but remained silent. “One of his men attacked me and I
stabbed him. He survived, though, and I was punished for cutting
him. Wildman wanted to make sure I always had something to remember
it by. After that mom made me stay in my room as much as possible.
We finally made a run for it when I was fifteen.”

“What made your mother change her mind about
leaving?”

“Wildman told her that he was going to make a
woman out of me, that he was going to be my first before letting
his men have me. She took enough money to get us from Georgia to
here on the bus.” She lowered her thick, black lashes, shutting me
out.

I wanted to fucking kill Wildman more than
ever, and I wanted it to be slow and painful. I lifted her free of
the hook and brought her down against my body. She trembled,
opening her eyes.

“When I heard Wildman’s name mentioned in the
bar I went into shock, and then I thought about my sister. If
Wildman finds out I’m here, he might use her to get to me. I
couldn’t let that happen, Stone. Maddie isn’t part of this, we have
different mothers. When I couldn’t contact her I panicked. When I
found her I packed her up and sent her away.”

“You gave her the truck so she couldn’t be
traced?” Rachel nodded. “You do know that if Wildman finds out
where you are that he’ll just come for you, right? If he didn’t
know about your sister back then chances are he wouldn’t know about
her now.”

“I couldn’t take that chance. He’s evil,
Stone. I remember how easy things seemed to come for him.”

He was certainly a lucky bastard, thinking
back to the night that we’d joined up with the Wild Marauders at
the Predators clubhouse to get Lynch’s woman back. Wildman was
supposed to have been there, too, but he’d left right before we
arrived. Ran away like a fucking coward, only to return the minute
he found out Killer, the Predators’ president, was dead.

“Maybe I did things the wrong way, maybe it’s
all for nothing, but Maddie’s the only one I have left. I can focus
on keeping myself safe if I don’t have to worry about her,
too.”

“So, you think you can take care of
yourself?” I pulled her head back by her hair, exposing her
vulnerable throat. I’d just about had enough talking. My dick was
hard as a brick, and I knew she could feel it throbbing against
her. I didn’t try to hide it.

“Probably not,” she said, surprising me.
“What are you going to do?” Her breath caught when I put my mouth
against the arch of her throat.

I pulled back to meet the worry in her eyes,
wanting to make sure she knew exactly where I stood. “For now I’m
going to believe you. But if I find out you’ve lied to me, or not
told me everything, we’re going to have trouble.” I started to
lower my mouth again but stopped, thinking of something else. “And
another thing, you don’t leave this fucking clubhouse without me,
or unless I okay it. As far as you and everyone else are concerned,
you’re my woman while you’re here. The brothers will protect you,
and that includes against Wildman.”

I couldn’t wait another minute to taste her
lips. Thank fuck things had turned out okay for now, because I
didn’t know if I could have ended her. She might be playing me for
a fool, and God help her if she was. For now I planned on getting
my fill of her. Anger and lust were two emotions that always ran
close to the surface for me. There were times when I didn’t know
which one I was feeling more, but it didn’t matter, as long as I
had a soft pussy to sink my dick into. The end result was always
the same, a welcomed relief that cooled my blood and calmed my
murderous thoughts.

I needed that feeling now. As I ground my
mouth against hers, I waited for her to resist, waited to feel her
body stiffen against mine, her hands to push against my chest.
Instead I felt her submission, her body melded into mine, her lips
softened and parted for my tongue. I ran my hands around her waist
and over the curve of her ass, squeezing the fleshy mounds with a
deep growl. My dick ached, and all I wanted to do was pull the
zipper down, yank it out, and fuck her hard.

Without breaking contact I pushed Rachel up
against the wall. My hands undid her jeans and yanked them down,
and then I undid mine. I pulled out my dick, lifted her up and slid
her down, sinking my cock inside her until I bottomed out. With a
shudder, she moaned. I groaned, surrounded by her wet heat, and
held still, taking in the fucking mind-blowing pleasure of being
tucked away inside her cunt. I pulled back to suck in air, grabbed
her bound hands, and slammed them against the wall above her
head.

“Feel that?” I asked close to her mouth,
staring into her eyes. “My dick is having a party in there.” I
started to thrust. I wanted to go slow, but in my frame of mind,
that wasn’t going to happen. Rachel closed her eyes. “No, baby,
look at me. I want your eyes on mine while I pound into you.” I
picked up speed, slamming into her tightness. Keeping one hand on
hers, my other moved between our joined bodies to find her clit.
“What sweet little pebble is this?”

“Stone—”

She trembled wildly, thrusting her hips
against me. We were both breathing heavy, still staring into each
other’s eyes. “Fuckin’ tight cunt, baby.” I was fucking her fast
and steady now, making sure the head of my dick hit her G-spot
before gliding past into her juicy depths. As I pinched and pulled
her clit I lowered my head until I could reach her tits. I licked,
sucked, and bit at her exposed flesh until little whimpers rushed
between her lips and she turned into a fucking wild woman. I had no
sooner straightened up than she sank her teeth into my
shoulder.

The fucking pain sent me over the edge. My
balls drew up tight, and then released. “I’m going to fill your
cunt with cum, sweetheart.” Three short jabs and I plowed all the
way home, holding tight against the spasms of her body as she
climaxed around my spewing dick.

“Stone,” she gasped, quivering wildly against
me. “Oh, God! So good! So…good.”

“Sweet fuck!” We collapsed against one
another. I released Rachel’s hands so she could lower them. We
remained glued against the wall. Unbelievably, my dick was still
pulsing inside her. That was fucking intense. I kept Rachel pinned
against the wall as our breathing calmed, and my dick eventually
softened and slid out of her.

“Would you have, ah, hurt me?” Her soft
whisper sounded against my ear.

I pulled back, meeting the uncertainty in her
eyes, noticing how beautiful she was when she was flushed with
color and her full lips were still swollen from my kisses. I wasn’t
going to lie to her. I didn’t want her to think that fucking her
was going to save her if it came down to saving the club. I had to
make her understand.

“Look, sweetheart, I don’t do girlfriends,
relationships, or love. I fuck. You need to understand that being
in my bed won’t save you if it comes down to the club. My brothers
and the club come first, and nothing else gets in the way. I’m
forced to make fuckin’ decisions I don’t like every day.” I could
see that she didn’t comprehend my philosophy. Most civilian women
didn’t get it. They thought with their hearts. “Don’t fall in love
with me.”