Marek (Knights Corruption MC #1) (5 page)

There was no mystery behind me not wanting to kiss any of the women I fucked. I didn’t have some weird phobia or damaged reason why, I just didn’t feel the need to be so intimate with someone I had no real connection with. I used them like they used me, and that was the long and short of it.

Deciding to give her something to cool her temper, I swiveled my hips and thrust into her mouth while blowing out a breath of pleasure. “Fuck, sweetheart,” I gritted out. “I love that sweet little mouth of yours.” Securing a chunk of her hair in my fist, I held her still while languidly sliding past her lips, her tongue swirling around the tip until I was pushing myself further down her throat. Thank God she didn’t have a gag reflex or we’d have a big problem. “Love that cock, baby?” I growled, knowing damn well her mouth was too full to answer.

As soon as she brought her hand up to aid her mouth, I dropped away from her, pulled her off her knees and pushed her against the wall, flipping her barely there skirt over her ass. She didn’t bother wearing anything underneath, and I was truly grateful for the small things. Snatching a condom off a nearby dresser, I quickly sheathed myself before spreading her legs.

“You ready for me to fuck you now?”

Plunging quickly inside her pussy before she could answer, I rocked my body into hers, taking her like I hadn’t had it in weeks.

Bracing herself against the wall while I took her hard from behind, she purred while clinging to the wall for support. She was still relatively tight, and it was mere minutes before I charged down the path to explosion. Realizing I was close, I found her clit with my fingers, expertly rubbing her until her breathing picked up and she moaned my name over and over again. “That’s it. Come for me,” I coaxed, my own orgasm barreling down on me like a goddamn freight train.

As soon she threw her head back and screamed, I knew it was my turn. I may not kiss, but I certainly made sure they came before I did. Seizing her hips, I punished her body until I finally came inside her, the pleasure exploding from my body and leaving me in a haze of ecstasy for a few brief moments.

Then it was all over.

Discarding the condom in a nearby trash bin, I tucked myself away and zipped up my pants. Walking toward Shelley, I placed my hand on the small of her back to usher her from my room. There was no idle chitchat between us, even though I knew she was dying to engage me in some sort of conversation, hoping she could stay a little while longer. But once I came, I had no further use for her company. Never did. With any of them. She was invited to the clubhouse for one reason and one reason only, and she’d just fulfilled her duty for the evening.

Now it was time to go back out, drink some more and lose myself until I passed out, drunk off my ass.

As my hand circled the doorknob, I heard a shrill screech erupt from the front of the club. Pushing Shelley behind me, I snatched my gun from the end table and slowly opened the door. “Stay here,” I instructed, pissed something was goin’ down while I’d been too busy gettin’ off.

Then I heard it again, the sound so ear piercing it cut right through me. The noise, which had me all amped up, was coming from a woman, and the more I ventured into the dark hallway, stealthily creeping forward, I realized a fight had erupted.

A cat fight.

Marek

Fucking women.

No doubt they were fighting over dick. It happened sometimes, especially when excessive drinking was involved. It seemed that was the time when people let go of all their sensibilities and overreacted to situations which would never have existed in the light of a sober day.

Retreating to my room, I escorted Shelley from my private area and forced her back out into the common area where all the action apparently was. She took a seat at the bar and watched on with curiosity. And, I had to admit, I was a bit inquisitive myself.

What I thought was a simple fight between two wannabes was anything but.

“I told you I’d cut a bitch the next time I found out,” Hawke’s woman, Edana, screamed so loud I thought glass was gonna shatter. Two prospects stood between her and the whore Hawke had apparently been fucking with, the look on the wannabe’s face pure terror. Edana was a bit of a wild card, her temper notorious around our entire circle. Usually, Hawke could handle her, but there were times like this where she became uncontrollable. If fire could have shot from her eyes and disintegrated the wannabe on sight, it would have been less of a shock than what was about to happen.

How Hawke’s woman even got in here was beyond me. She knew she wasn’t supposed to show up, yet she chose to ignore club rules, which more than irked me, but I wanted to see how everything played out, so I was willing to let it go.

For now.

While the raving lunatic of a woman was focused on her man, the scared club whore grabbed her friend’s hand and quickly headed toward the front entrance, realizing damn well that, if she stayed any longer, she was gonna regret it.

“Calm down, baby.” Hawke laughed, his smile fueling the inferno that was Edana. He was clearly more than tipsy, and his brain wasn’t registering the severity of what was about to pop off. He knew his woman better than anyone, and he of all people should have realized she was simply getting warmed up. They’d been together for years and their relationship had always been volatile. Sometimes they were lovin’ on each other and other times . . . Well, other times were like this.

Full throttle all the way.

Simply because I craved a good show, I found an empty seat at the far end of the bar. Jerking my chin in Trigger’s direction for another drink, I swiveled around to watch.

“
Calm down?
” she shrieked, quickly tying back her long auburn hair, indicating she meant business. Reaching for the closest weapon she could find, which just so happened to be a switchblade someone had left lying around, she aimed directly for his face and hurled it through the air. “We’ll see how pretty you are when you have a nice cut down the side of your face,” she seethed, trying to push past Jagger, one of the prospects doing his best to hold her back. “See how many sluts want your ass when your face is all fucked up!” she screamed.

Edana was a small woman, but she was strong as fuck. I’d gotten in the midst of one of their wars one too many times, so I knew what a handful she was. But, for some reason, Hawke loved her and kept her around, despite everything.

Luckily, the part of the knife that made contact with him was only the butt of the blade. It hit him right in the forehead, to be exact. The look of shock on his face was amusing, although I had no idea why he was stunned. He knew what she was like—fuck, he had the scars to prove it.

“Are you crazy, woman?” he growled, the stun of the metal handle knocking him back into sobriety. Well, a little bit at least. “You could have cut me.” Hawke’s long black hair was secured on top of his head into some sort of man bun, he called it. At least his vision wasn’t obstructed for what she chose to do next.

Before anyone realized what was happening, she grabbed one of the heavy blades Jagger kept on his waistband, stepped around the prospect and threw it with all her might at the man she supposedly loved more than life itself. His eyes went wide when he realized what she’d thrown, thankfully stepping out of the way in time to allow the knife to hit the wall directly behind him.

She’d missed him by an inch.

Okay, now shit just got real.

I jumped off my chair and rushed forward, closing the distance until I reached Hawke. His face showed his rage, and he looked like he was ready to tear her apart.

“You fucking cunt! I’m gonna kill you!” he threatened right before he dove forward, the crazy look in his eyes unnerving even me. Luckily, I was in the way, my large body stopping him from making contact. From the look of pure terror on her face, a quick change from the fury which had resided there not a minute before, she knew she’d crossed the line. Yet again.

Stone stepped into play, replacing the other prospect who was stuck in the middle of their craziness, and forced her backward. “You better get the hell out of here, sweetheart,” he said, his teeth clenched as he spoke, realizing Hawke could have been seriously hurt, and all over a piece of ass.

Gone was the psycho bitch, her lip trembling in instant regret. She realized what she’d done was wrong, but when she was in the throes of her jealous fits, it was as if she shut off all reasoning and fell into the trap of temporary insanity. Hawke struggled to reach her and, if she didn’t leave in the next two seconds, I would seriously consider letting him go. Teach her a lesson and all. I’d never tolerate him beating the shit out of her, but sometimes a harsh shake or a quick throat snatch was called for. Especially after she could have seriously maimed him—or worse, killed him where he stood.

When she still remained, I decided it was time for me to finally say something. “Edana, get the hell out of here,” I roared, the authority in my voice booming in everyone’s ears. “And don’t you ever come here again when you’re not supposed to,” I added, before turning back to watch Hawke relax a little, the ferocity in his eyes lessening to a tolerable level.

I nodded toward Stone, indicating he needed to take her outside. He seized her arm and quickly walked toward the door, disappearing quicker than I thought either one of them could walk.

Fucking ruckus. Never fails.

Marek

“Prez!” I heard Stone shout from outside the Chamber doors. I’d been leaning back in my chair, shit going over and over in my head as to how I was gonna handle what I knew was going to be an all-out war. My VP’s intrusion was definitely welcome, pushing my bloodthirsty thoughts aside. At least for the time being. There was no way I would be able to escape them forever, though. A decision had to be made, and it had to be made soon. My men were constantly caught in the middle, struggling between the thin line of decency and a new
legal
way of life.

I was on my way to taking the club in a new direction, all legit and shit. I still had to get everyone on board, some of the older members quite stubborn when it came to cutting into their weekly profits.

But when it came down to it, I was dog tired of constantly having to look over my shoulder, not only for the law but for the other clubs vying for our territory. There’d been a lot of bloodshed over the past two years, and the war was continuing to wage on with no end in sight. The Savage Reapers ambushed some of our crew a few months back, killing two of my brothers and badly wounding two more. We would exact our revenge, but we had to be smart and not attack blindly.