Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) (4 page)

Hunter grabbed her ass to make sure she
held on steady and slammed his cock right back in with a groan. He loved how
she had invited them in, like the perfect fantasy, already naked and wanting
for his cock. He sped up the thrusts of his hips, but tuned into her body,
wanting to make sure she came and remembered him as the best fuck of her life.

She gasped and put her arms around his
shoulders, moving along with his rhythm. Her hips wiggled against Hunter’s
touch, and her breasts slid up and down against his torso as they kissed, their
muffled moans echoing in the empty church. She didn’t even have to tell him to
go quicker. He could feel it in the urgency at which she was touching him,
grabbing at his hair, and so he slammed in even harder, holding her up to
deliver just what she wanted.

The girl moaned breathlessly, and her ripe
pussy spasmed around Hunter’s dick. She pulled away, throwing her head back,
and uttered a strangled sound, holding on to Hunter’s neck as her flushed
breasts shook with her whole body.

When her pussy squeezed Hunter’s cock, it
was all systems go. He pushed her right back down to the mattress, never
sliding his dick out of her, and held on to her legs to steady her body when he
pushed into her in fast, hard thrusts. Just knowing she was still hot with
orgasm gave him such a thrill that he came not long after, slowing down and
groaning as he finally left his cum inside of her. Her pussy lips were so soft
and wet around his cock he wished he could just fall asleep here in this
run-down church on a cum-stained mattress. He was a moth caught in her sticky
web and didn’t mind waiting to be devoured.

She put her arms around him lazily and
turned her face toward him, gently kissing his brow as their bodies cooled
down. He was half-asleep when a sudden push at his shoulders prompted him to
ease his body weight off her. He smiled, already reaching to touch her breast,
but she slapped his hand away, as if it were a mosquito eager for her blood.
Her face, though stained with white and black makeup, was as if cut out of
marble, and her eyes held no emotion whatsoever, just like in the first moment
when their gazes had met across the church. He was about to ask what was going
on when she uttered a few nonsensical words in a low, hoarse voice.

“How long can this take?” Ray groaned, and
the reality of his presence crashed into Hunter.

The girl’s weird behavior made him pull
away and give her pussy a longing glance as he wiped his cock on the blanket
and pulled up his pants.

“The fuck is she chanting?” Ray asked.
“That shit’s freaking me out.”

Hunter swallowed, unsure about her
behavior. She didn’t seem to be on drugs or anything like that. When he looked
into her eyes during the sex, she was completely
there
with him.

“I—Hey, babe, are you all right?”

The girl ignored him, looking straight up
into the distant ceiling and now whispering something in a language he couldn’t
recognize.

“She’s fine,” Ray said, but he didn’t sound
certain at all. “Let’s go.”

Hunter swallowed unable to think straight
just yet. Unable to leave her here. Unable to look away from her smoking hot
body.

A cat screeched somewhere in the distant
corner of the church.

A door flew open, letting in a gust of wind
that made all the candlelight shiver, and she screamed out harsh-sounding
words, her eyes on the skull she had earlier placed in the middle of the occult
signs on the floor. Her hair flowed with the breeze, and her chest swelled with
each word as her speech became quicker and louder, rising toward the ceiling
and mingling with the sound of the wind.

“Dude, she’s a crazy bitch. Let’s go,”
hissed Ray.

Hunter got up and flinched when a piece of
glass fell from one of the windows and crushed against the floor, pushing him
back into reality. He let Ray haul him along, and his stomach clenched when
another gust of wind put out half of the candles.

“Hey, babe! What’s your number?” he tried
as he grabbed his jacket on the way.

“Let it go, shithead!” Ray yelled at him.

The girl didn’t react to his words,
chanting her prayers in tongues or whatever that was, so far gone from the time
and space Hunter was at that she didn’t even notice him anymore. Ray grabbed
Hunter’s arm and pulled him into the cold night, rushing straight for the gate.

“Fuck. Knew there was something fishy about
a woman offering herself like that without asking for money,” hissed Ray.

Hunter swallowed, looking back toward the
church even as they got to their motorcycles. “I know but … it was so hot. What
if she’s cursed our cum or something?” The farther they moved away, the more
confused he was. This was some sexy Creepypasta story if he’d ever heard one.

Ray gave a weak laugh and mounted his ride.
“Cursed our cum? Listen to yourself. There is no such thing as curses, church
boy,” he said, even though he’d been freaked out just minutes ago.

“Just saying …” Hunter groaned. “Ray? Let’s
keep this to ourselves for a while, okay? Don’t want to find out that the cops
are sniffing around whatever this was and have someone mention that we’ve been
telling stories about it.”

Ray exhaled. “Obviously,” he said. Whatever
happened, he always needed to feel somehow ahead of Hunter. “I want no
trouble.”

Hunter put on his helmet, zipped up his
jacket, and they were off, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling that if he
ever met this girl again, he would sure as fuck go out of his way to bang her.

Asty

Asty was hot, frantic, and shaken to the
core. Her brain was scrambling as she moved around the room, doing her best to
engage with the good old Coffin Nails and avoid even looking at the two men who
had taken part in her ritual on Halloween. The handsome one with long hair kept
following her, as if waiting for an opportunity to talk, and it was getting her
sick to her stomach, no matter how attractive he was and how good he had felt
that night.

When she saw him back then, with the
corpsepaint on his face, tattooed all over, “JUDAS” inked under his
collarbones, he felt unreal, as if the demon she was summoning had physically
manifested itself in that church instead of sending her a human replacement.
And now? Not only was he a
real
person, but a freshly patched-in Coffin
Nail at that? And from what she’d heard, both he and his cousin were to be
staying at the Nails clubhouse for at least a few months. She was
fucked
.
These guys had only been there to give her their seed, not appear in her life
with their heavy biker boots! And without the creepy makeup, the longhaired one
was even more handsome than she remembered. Smiley and cocky, looking at ease
around people who used to be his enemies just a month ago.

As she was considering disappearing and
driving home on her scooter, Lucky spotted her from behind the bar and called
her over with a wave of his hand. She took off her knitted hood because her
body was overheating from all the tension.

Really, Mom?
she thought.
Out of all the possible men to inseminate me as the demon’s
agent, your ritual lures in two bikers?

“I’m not feeling so well,” Asty told
Lucifer and leaned on the bar counter. “I might be leaving soon.”

Lucky raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really?
Maybe you just need a drink to loosen up?”

“I’m nineteen.”

Lucky shrugged. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Asty considered the offer for a while. If
she ever needed a drink, it was now, but then again, assuming the ritual has
been a success, she shouldn’t be abusing her body with alcohol. “I don’t think
I want any.”

Lucky grinned. “Oh, I’ll fix you something
soothing
.”

“No alcohol,” she added as he walked off to
the cupboard with liquor and flavored syrups, and Asty couldn’t help but sulk
over how much easier life had been when no one else was involved. Now she had
two thirsty dogs circling her despite other girls around. She never had a
boyfriend, never had much flirting skills, nor was she looking for a
relationship.
Now
she had to deal with this clusterfuck on top of her awkwardness.
Maybe letting the guys approach her would actually not be such a bad idea? Let
them see that she wasn’t at all what they probably imagined her to be, and
they’d soon enough lose interest.

She was torn between the decision to either
flee or make a fool out of herself, when a warm voice pulled her back into
reality.

“He seems to be a bit of a fairy, am I
right?” Mr. Handsome laughed at his own joke as he slid closer to her and
pointed to Lucky with his head.

Asty glared at him with all the stoic loathing
she could muster while her heart tried to pop out of her chest. “That’s my
brother.”

The man licked his lips and went silent for
a second. At least he was now aware of his homophobic faux pas. “Oh, I-I meant
that in a good way,” he said, but it was not the smoothest of comebacks, and at
least seeing him this way helped Asty build up the walls of the icy fortress
around her heart. He was only human, no matter how handsome he was, or how
piercing his green eyes were. The Lord of Hell had played a cruel joke on her.

“Like what? Are you suggesting he could
take you to Neverland?” she muttered, tapping the tips of her toes against the
side of the counter. Her shoulder and thigh were becoming hot where they were
close to the handsome stranger, and she mentally begged Lucky to come back and
save her. The ritual wasn’t supposed to end up like this. They were supposed to
be lured in and never again appear in her life. And yet, both of them were
here, like a big
fuck you
from the being she had called for help.

“No, like your fairy godbrother. He wished
for you to get a prince, and here I am.” The man’s grin widened, and the way he
was eating Asty up with his gaze made her clench her thighs. But it was no use.
He had already been inside her. He knew how she looked naked. He’d seen her
masturbate. He’d seen the other guy fuck her. He’d seen
everything
.

And she didn’t know how to answer as her
tongue knotted the moment she looked into his eyes. “Whatever,” she muttered in
the end and slid off the bar stool, speeding through the lounge hoping to lose
him on the way outside. That was it. She couldn’t come over here anymore. She’d
stay away from the clubhouse ... but then again, how could she take care of
Beast without coming over? Maybe Dad would agree to build him an enclosure in
the garden at home now that without Mom, there was no one to take care of the
flowers and herbs.

She rushed outside and nodded at Kat,
Milk’s wife, who stood by the door smoking a cigarette. After her third baby,
she clearly wanted to indulge in all the smoke she could have. But Asty wasn’t
up for conversations and dove into the darkness, away from the main entrance to
the clubhouse. The streetlights provided her with enough glow to walk along the
wall without stumbling, but the moment she took a turn and started walking away
from the street, it became necessary to slow down. In the courtyard on the
other side of the building, she could already see the shape of Beast’s shed,
and she needed the touch of his soft fur more than ever.

By the time she put her hands through the
wooden fence to touch her pet, her throat was so choked up she thought only a
good cry would provide any release. She was trapped.

But even here, she would get no peace.

“Hey there, Witch.” It was the other guy.
The one with the gold tooth. The rude one who didn’t fuck very well.

Asty tensed, and even her toes curled in
her platform boots as his big, powerful presence approached her in the
darkness. He was the last person she wanted to see right now, so she chose to
ignore him and just slid inside the enclosure, grabbing one of Beast’s horns as
the goat nudged her thigh with its muzzle.

“Hey, bitch. I’m talking to you.” The guy
approached the shed with a frown. Did he even know whom he was talking to? That
she was the daughter of the Coffin Nails MC president?

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said,
doing her best to appear unfazed, even though anxiety was grabbing at her
throat. If the guy hurt her, he’d have to deal with the wrath of the Coffin
Nails, but what difference would it make if she were hurt already?

“Why not? You seemed very eager for my cock
the other night.” He leaned on the fence and grinned so widely his gold tooth
showed in the weak glow coming from a few windows.

“Not anymore, and for your information, I’m
the daughter of your new club president, so you better leave me alone,” she
said, crouching behind Beast and hugging his neck. Her face was hot, and she
was glad it was too dark for him to see the flush on her face.

“Oh, I know. And you wouldn’t want your daddy
to know what you’re up to when he’s not around, would you? He’d lock you up at
home. Or in a nut house or somethin’. All I want is another taste of your—”

“The fuck’s going on here?”

Just what she needed, the corpsepaint guy.
Did they think they’d get to double team her in the goat shed or something? She
was getting drenched with sweat from the stress. That was exactly why she’d
rather not have guys like them interested in her. Would they really want to
blackmail her into sex? What did she get herself into? How could her mother’s
spell put her in this position? This couldn’t possibly be what the ritual
demanded of her. Sick to her stomach, she slowly got to her feet, doing her
best to keep from crumbling. Dad wouldn’t be happy with her, but this shithead
had to recognize that the club president wouldn’t be happy with his new men
either if he found out what they had done with his daughter.

Gold Tooth looked back at Corpsepaint.
“What do you think? She’s ready for round two.”

Asty took a deep breath and unclenched her
hands. “Get lost!”

Corpsepaint, or as she liked to think of
him “The Hot One,” looked at her, but all he did was answer his friend. “Not
with you she isn’t. I liked her more,” he said as if she was the last doughnut in
the box and he didn’t want to share. Un-fucking-believable.

Gold Tooth sneered, and the moment his
attention was off Asty, she started slowly, very slowly, backing away toward
the shed. Each breath felt too loud as she watched the two men fight over her
pussy.

“She fucked both of us. Can’t see a problem
with banging her again. And it was my cock that prepared her for you. All you
did was poke her the last few times.”

“The fuck? You think your cock’s made of
gold or somethin’? You have to touch a woman right!”

Gold Tooth snorted. “And pray before you
enter.”

Asty gritted her teeth, rushing behind the
shed. She climbed over the fence, her breath hitching when a splinter pulled on
her stocking. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She wanted to forget all
about that night, so why was it haunting her?

“Oh, fuck you,” said the Hot One. “There
are plenty club sluts who won’t mind dealing with your crap. She didn’t even
want to kiss you, so why would she fuck you again?”

Asty didn’t want to listen anymore. She
tiptoed to the nearest door and slipped inside the clubhouse. Only then did she
feel safe enough to take a deep breath.

She attended the party, as her Dad wished,
and now she was never going to return here for as long as those two pigs stuck around.
Nobody could push her into something she didn’t want, but it still made her
shudder with disgust to know there were people here who wanted to pressure her.
She locked the door and walked down the corridor, straight toward the loud
music coming from the lounge.