Ripper's Torment (3 page)

“Ripper?”

“We’re not talking about shit. Remember, nothing
happened?”

She nodded, not saying anything, disappearing into the
bathroom. He wasn’t looking at her shapely legs either. Turning back to the
television he cursed his fucking weakness.

He needed to fuck a woman, and the sooner he did it
the better. Watching some design program on television he waited for Judi to
come out. Minutes passed, and she finally came out. Her brown hair was bound on
top of her head. When he first saw her, her hair had been short. In the last
couple of years she’d grown out the silky curls. He wondered what they would
feel like as he ran his fingers through the strands.

Get a woman, fuck her, and stop thinking this shit.

Turning the television off, he got to his feet and
headed toward the door. “Are you coming?” He picked up his jacket waiting for
her to follow.

Locking the door, he took the key back to the main
reception. Judi was waiting beside his bike.

He climbed on waiting for her to straddle the back of
his bike. Feeling her arms surround him had his cock jerking in response. He
was not fucking doing this. Gunning his machine, he headed toward the street
ready to drop her off.

Breaking the speed limit, he got to her street. She
climbed off, handing him back the helmet. He took it without meeting her eyes.
There was no way he was going to let this shit happen to him. Judi was the club
princess. She was off limits to the likes of him.

Ripper watched Judi walk up to the house she shared
with Devil and Lexie. He made sure she was inside before he turned back heading
toward the clubhouse.

Entering the clubhouse he saw the mess straight away.
Devil was going to fucking lose it. Going to the bar, he grabbed a bottle of
whiskey and then grabbed one of the first women he came across. She had black
hair, pale skin, and was more than willing to fuck anything.

“Hey, Ripper.
I missed you,” she said.

“What’s your name again?” he asked.

“Ashley.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his
neck. He picked her
up,
carrying her toward the room
he kept inside the clubhouse. They all had their own space, and no one invaded
others’ rooms. He kicked the door closed, dropping Ashley to the bed. Taking a
long gulp from the whiskey bottle, he watched her unbutton his jeans. She took
out his cock, which wasn’t even hard.

She took him into his mouth, and he moaned, sinking
his fingers in her dark hair. Ashley had been hanging around the club for the
past year. Most of the men, apart from Vincent and Devil, had fucked her. She
loved cock and couldn’t get enough of all of them. He imagined she also loved
the lifestyle of not having to work providing she gave them pussy whenever they
demanded. He didn’t have a problem with taking her pussy when the need
demanded.

Waking up beside Judi with a hard-on wasn’t an
experience he wanted to repeat. The one woman he didn’t want to be having a hard-on
for was Judi. She meant too much to the club to risk losing his life over.
Ashley moaned pulling his mind away from the other woman he’d spent the night
with.

Being with Judi would fuck him up. Devil would never
allow him to live. She had the club protection, which meant she was
untouchable. Feeling sick to his stomach, he sank his fingers into Ashley’s
hair, forcing her to take more of his dick.

“Fuck, suck it good.”

When she got him nice and hard, he grabbed a condom,
quickly protected himself and slammed deep into her hot little pussy. They both
moaned, and her pussy worked his dick like they were born to be together.
Staying still within her, he took another long swill of whiskey.

“Who are you trying to forget?” Ashley asked.

He slapped her ass, shutting her up. Putting the
bottle on the floor, he gripped her hips and plunged into her pussy, pounding
away inside her. She didn’t complain once about the depth or thickness of his
dick. Ripper wouldn’t have stopped. He needed to orgasm or he wasn’t going to
be able to get over what happened this morning.

Closing his eyes, he fucked Ashley hard, using her to
find his own release. She was already taking care of her own orgasm, stroking
her clit until she went over the edge. He dropped her hips, leaving her to fall
to the bed. Removing the condom and throwing it in the trash, he grabbed her
head and got her to lick his cock clean of his cum. Ripper watched her tongue
licking up every white droplet of his cream.

“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” He started to get hard
once again watching her lick him. “Do you want a load in your throat?” he
asked, knowing he wasn’t going to stop until he came again.

Ashley spent the next twenty minutes sucking on his
cock until he came, giving her a wad of his cum. He watched her swallow him
down. Only when he was satisfied did he let her go.

“Fuck me, Ripper. You’re a fucking dirty bastard. You
really do love fucking, don’t you?” she asked, wiping a hand across her
forehead.

Taking a long gulp of whiskey he tried not to think of
the guilt at what he’d just done. An image of Judi’s sleeping face entered his
mind, and the guilt made him feel like throwing up at what he’d just done.

“Get out,” he said, swigging down more whiskey.

He saw the spark of hurt in her eyes but didn’t care.
When his door closed, he collapsed to the bed feeling the exhaustion of
everything he’d done. Minutes later Curse appeared, leaning against the
doorframe with arms folded.

“What?” Ripper asked.

“You come in from being out all night, fuck Ashley,
and upset her. I hate to say this, but she’s one of the good ones, Ripper.”
Curse rarely spoke up for any woman let alone a club sweet-butt.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I need breakfast, and you need to apologize to
Ashley. She did nothing wrong last night.”

Staring at his ceiling, Ripper pictured Judi.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Get fucking hungry. I helped you out last night. You
owe me, and it’s going to take too fucking long for me to allow you to live it
down.” Curse hadn’t moved from the doorway, but his disapproval was felt deep
into the room.

“She’s a club whore. Ashley means nothing.”

Glancing at Curse, he knew it was the wrong thing to
say. “There are many men downstairs who would disagree. She’s a nice woman and
wouldn’t hurt this club for anything. Ashley is not jealous of anyone, and she
has a good friendship with Lexie and with Phoebe. She doesn’t go near the men who
are taken and respects everyone.”

“Fine, I’m going for a shower, and then I’ll come to
fucking breakfast.”

Getting to his feet, he headed for the shower, washing
the morning off.

****

Judi let herself into the kitchen. She walked into the
house around the back way not expecting anyone to be up yet.

“Where the
fuck have
you
been?” Devil asked.

She spun around finding him sitting at the counter
with Elizabeth in her high chair. He was feeding her breakfast and was dressed
in a pair of sweat pants. Judi knew it had taken him some time getting used to
wearing clothes around the house while she was home. The first time they’d come
face to face with his dick hanging out would haunt her forever.

“Erm, I was at a friend’s,” she said, thinking about
Ripper’s excuse.

“You don’t have any friends.” He gave another spoonful
of food to Elizabeth then turned his gaze back to her.

“I’ve got friends.”

“No, you haven’t. I’ve heard you telling Lexie enough
times.”

“Lexie and I were alone during those conversations.”
Had Lexie told him her complaints? She hoped not. Judi would never trust the
other woman again.

“Regardless of what you think, Lexie would never break
your trust. She’s rarely alone, and I keep an eye on her constantly.” He
pointed in the corner of the kitchen. She glanced back to see a small camera.

“You’re spying on her?”

“Not spying. I’m taking care of what’s mine. Lexie is
my woman. She belongs to me and the club. If I can’t always be here then I will
keep an eye on her at all times.” Devil didn’t even look remorseful.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she said, hating
how much he would know about her. Who else knew about the cameras?

“My woman, my
rules.
I will never let any harm come to her. Also, any boy
you think of bringing here will be seen as well.”

“You’re insane.” She folded her arms over her chest
wishing she could say something to him to stop him from invading Lexie’s
privacy.

“Will you two stop fighting?” Lexie said, rounding the
corner. Her hair was piled on top of her head, much like Judi’s. She wore a
vest style shirt and a pair of sweat pants showing off her rounded stomach.
Devil pretty much kept her pregnant.

“I was giving you time to sleep,” Devil said, getting
up to wrap his arms around her.

“I know. It’s hard to sleep when Simon likes throwing
his playing bricks against the wall.” She wiped the sleep from her eyes. Judi
was concerned for her friend. She looked really poorly this morning.

“Are you all right?” Judi asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Lexie pressed a hand to her
mouth then her stomach, going pale. “I swear I’m going to be sick twenty-four
hours.”

Judi took over feeding Elizabeth as Devil went to deal
with Simon. There were many bad things she could say about Devil, but she saw
the love he had for Lexie. Many nights she would watch the couple. Devil spent
most of his time watching Lexie doing something or other.

“What’s going on between you two?” Lexie asked,
sitting down and nibbling on some crackers.

“Nothing.
He’s being overbearing and an ass.” She finished feeding Elizabeth then
stood. “I’m going to grab a shower.”

“What are you doing today?”

“I’m going to head to the library,” Judi said, needing
to get out of the house. If Devil was watching their every movement then she
needed to get out of the way.

“Okay, I’m going to Phoebe’s with the kids. We’re
having a girly day.”

Judi kissed her friend’s cheek then headed upstairs. She
closed the door to her bedroom, and then she kept her back to the door and slid
to the floor. Covering her face, Judi wondered what she was going to do with
the rest of her life. At one stage she was going to be a social worker but soon
decided it was not something she wanted to do with her life. Then she thought
about caring for others in their home. She closed her eyes, wondering what she
was going to do. Devil was providing a lot of money for her education.

Being a nurse was out of the question as she hated the
sight of blood.

You killed a man last night.

Cutting the thoughts off, she climbed to her feet
heading toward the shower. The clothes Ripper had bought her were a perfect
fit. He knew her size, and she didn’t know if she should be embarrassed with
him knowing the real size.

Tugging the band from her hair, she left the waves to fall
down around her face. When Rob got his claws inside her and started to hurt her
every time one of the clients complained, he took to pulling her around by her
hair. She hated it, and when he wasn’t forcing her to fuck, she hacked away at
the length with some blunt scissors.

In the last two years her hair had grown full and
long. She stared at the length remembering the man last night, gripping the
strands.

“You’re a fucking whore. The only thing you’re good for is sucking cock,
riding cock. Women like you need it in your mouth, cunt, and ass.”

She pulled out of her memory with a gasp. His comments
had ended with him getting a bullet in his head. Splashing cold water onto her
face, she turned the shower on and made sure the water was freezing.

Cold to the bone, she climbed out, grabbed a towel and
entered her bedroom. She searched through her wardrobe settling on a pair of
jeans and a red shirt. Toeing some flip-flops onto her feet, she grabbed her
bag and headed downstairs.

Devil was kissing Lexie at the doorway, stroking her
sides.

“I’m fine.”

“You’ll text me, ring me if anything is different,”
Devil asked.

“Of course.
Stop panicking. Phoebe will be taking good care of me. You know how
protective she gets.” Lexie smiled at him.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders then stared
at her. “Are you going to town?” he asked.

She nodded, putting the bag on her shoulders. “Yes,
will you give me a lift?”

“Sure.”

Smiling toward Lexie, Judi climbed on the back of
Devil’s bike, giving her friend a wave. She held onto Devil’s waist as he
headed into town. He pulled up outside of the library, waiting for her to climb
off. “What’s wrong with Lexie?” Judi asked, concerned.