Renascence: Death Dealers MC Book 5 Page 7

“What?”

  “Just one thing, Em. Tell me.”

  Still not meeting his eyes, I think about how to answer. Racking my brain, I can’t come up with a single thing. I’ve been focused on my faults for so long, I don’t even know if I have anything to be proud of.

  “It’s okay, darlin’. Not many people know how to answer.”

  “If I can’t think of any, then I must not have any good qualities, right?”

  “You’re beautiful, smart, and funny. That’s three right there, and I can give you a ton more. You never need to be ashamed or hide from me, Emily. I fucking love your body. Every fucking inch of you. I know it’s going to take more than a few days to undo the damage that fucker did to you, but I’ll get you to own your sexiness if it’s the last fucking thing I do. Trust and believe that.”

  My breathing accelerates as I watch him rise to his feet. Even being next to him, he strikes an imposing figure. Standing over me the way he is now? He’s like a god surveying his creation from above. It’s apt, because that’s exactly what he intends to do—mold me into what he wants me to be. What he thinks I should be. What he believes I am deep down inside.

  “Shower and meet me in the kitchen,” he orders before walking away.

  I don’t know why, but I wait until he leaves the room before I climb out of the bed and head to the bathroom.

  This room is heavenly! I think the word is quite an appropriate description, because everything is in gold and white. The tub is huge, able to fit two people easily. There are jet streams on the sides, which means it doubles as a Jacuzzi. I’d love a bath, but Venom is waiting for me. I spot closet doors, opening them to find neatly stacked towels, washcloths, and tissue. Grabbing a towel and washcloth, I shower and wash my hair, then stand before the huge mirror. Surprisingly, there are hair products neatly organized on his sink. I didn’t expect that from my big bad biker.

  The moment the thought is formed, I shake it out of my head. What was that? My biker? There’s no way that man could ever or will ever be mine.

  I eye his toothbrush with longing, wishing I had mine. Settling for the mouthwash, I gargle until I feel acceptable. I think my panties are useless and still on the kitchen floor, so I slip into my dress, run his comb through my hair, then set out to find him. The scent of pancakes lingers in the air, making my stomach growl in anger.

  Venom smiles as I approach, setting a plate with a stack on the table, then motioning for me to sit. They look so good. There’s nothing more I’d rather do than dig into them, but I can’t.

  “Um… toast and coffee would’ve been fine. I don’t really eat breakfast.”

  “It’s the most important meal of the day, darlin’. Besides, you’ll need your energy for what I have planned for you.”

  He winks, turning back to the stove. My muscles clench.

  “Really, I’m not hung—”

  “Eat, Emily.” He stops the lie before I can say it, his voice gruff and commanding.

  He turns off the stove, adding another plate to the table before going to the fridge and returning with butter, syrup, and orange juice. After pouring us two glasses of the OJ, he drops a dollop of butter on my pancakes, then drowns them in syrup. Taking the chair opposite me, he glares at me until I pick up the fork and take a bite.

  Holy shit. I don’t remember pancakes being this good! Then again, it’s been a while since I indulged in anything sweet. On my third bite, he finally starts eating.

  “This is really good,” I tell him.

  “Thanks. I’ll make you more tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?” My eyes snap to his.

  “I told you last night was yours, babe. Tonight? All mine.”

  This muscle clenching is going to become a normal occurrence if I keep spending time with this man. The way he’s looking at me alone is threatening to make me come. Shit. I swallow hard.

  “What… What are you going to do?”

  One corner of his lips curls up. “Everything.”

  My heart skips a beat. I turn back to my pancakes, wondering what “everything” entails. Before I know it, my plate is empty. I finish my orange juice, then watch as he clears the table.

  “Thanks, Venom. I haven’t had anyone but my mom cook for me since I left my parents’ house. I forgot how much I like it.”

  He does that grumbling thing again, and I can’t make out what he’s saying. Reaching for my hand, he pulls me to my feet and into his arms. My breathing picks up, rivaled only by my rapid heartbeat. His fingers slide to the back of my neck, holding me in place as his lips descend to mine.

  “What did he do to you?” he whispers, but I think it’s more for him than me.

  What did he do? He broke me. The worst part is, I let him do it.

  Venom’s lips crash into mine, relegating James to a distant memory. One hand lifts my dress for the other to disappear beneath it. When his fingers find my bare pussy, he moans.

  “Fuck me. You’re going to drive me crazy, Emily.”

  He lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all, rushing us back to the bedroom. My dress ends up on the floor once more, Venom kneeling over my naked body. I fight the urge to hide, not because I don’t want to, but because I want him to keep looking at me the way he is right now, like he can’t believe I’m real.

  “Touch your pussy. Show me how you make yourself come.”

  He wants me to do what?

  I watch in awe as he pushes his boxers down to release his dick. He wraps a fist around the hardened length, stroking it while staring down at me. Fascination overtakes me, not just at the size of him but that he’s jerking off. To a vision of me. Our eyes meet, his gray irises smoldering with heat.

  “Now, Emily.”

  Tentatively, I reach down between my legs. I keep my eyes on his, because seeing how much he wants me is the only thing stopping me from shutting down and running away. When I spread my thighs, he moves closer, kneeling between them. I swipe a finger across my clit, gasping at the sensation.

  “Play with your nipples.”

  My free hand palms a breast, and then I pinch the nipple between my thumb and the side of my index finger. Venom groans his appreciation. Feeling bolder, I work my clit with two fingers, sliding them inside me when his hand moves faster. I can tell how hard he’s clenching his dick, stroking from root to tip. I imagine it’s him inside me as I grind on my fingers while still kneading my breast. In and out, my fingers move, the evidence of my arousal dripping down my knuckles. As good as it feels, I think my visual stimuli are more pleasurable than anything I could do to myself. Venom’s actions, his grunts, groans, and moans, the way he bites into his bottom lip as he watches me fuck myself—they’re enough to send me speeding toward my orgasm.

  Withdrawing my fingers from my soaked pussy, I circle my clit.

  “Venom,” I moan, feeling that sensation quickly approaching.

  “Fuck, Emily. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”

  He moves faster, his hand stroking at a dizzying speed. I can’t hold on any longer. My muscles clench tightly, announcing the point of no return. As my body convulses, I cry out, eyes snapping shut at the force of my orgasm. Warm liquid bounces off my fingers, and I open my eyes to see Venom shooting cum toward my pussy.

  “Fuck!” he growls, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

  His hand slows down, his gaze returning to where he shot his load. I have no idea what ghost is possessing me right now, but I stroke myself, spreading his cum over my lips. He groans, eyes not leaving my fingers as I bring them up to my mouth, sucking our liquids from them. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m glad I did. The look on his face is reward enough.

  “You’re so fucking hot.”

  His words send a shiver down my spine. I’ve been called cute, pretty, and various other things, but never hot. I don’t know why, but coming from him, I want to believe it.

  Climbing off the bed, he tucks his dick back in his boxers and heads to the bathroom. It’s
not until he returns with a wet washcloth and begins to clean me up that I notice I didn’t cover myself. I didn’t even think about it.

  “I’m gonna take you home, babe. Got something I need to take care of.”

  “Okay.”

  He tosses the washcloth in a nearby basket, then pulls on jeans, a T-shirt, and his cut. Grabbing socks, he jerks his head at me.

  “I’ll wait for you outside.”

  I pull on my dress, briefly lamenting the loss of my panties. I can’t hop on Venom’s bike with no underwear, so I search his drawers, borrowing a pair of stretchy boxer briefs. After running my fingers through my hair and grabbing my sweater, I meet him in the living room.

  “Ready?” he asks.

  “Yeah, but… have you, um….” I look away, embarrassment flushing my cheeks.

  “What?”

  “My panties. Have you seen them?”

  “Maybe.”

  The mischievous tone of his voice makes me glance up at him. Sure enough, he’s perched on the back of the couch, smirking at me.

  “What’s it going to take for you to tell me where?”

  “A kiss.”

  Well, that doesn’t sound too bad. I approach him with caution, gasping when he grabs my hand and tugs me between his legs.

  “Maybe a suck on your nipple… or a taste of your pussy. I can’t decide.”

  “You can’t be serious!” My eyes widen in shock.

  “Okay, tell you what. I’ll settle for the kiss. The rest you can give me later.”

  Without giving me a chance to either agree or object, he tangles his hand in my hair and pulls my lips to his. What little fight I had drains from my body and I melt against him in zero point one second flat. His beard tickles, but the pleasure from his tongue against mine elicits a moan, not a giggle. His free hand massages my breast, pinching the nipple through my dress. In the recesses of my mind, the thought occurs to me that he’s taking more than a kiss, but I can’t find the wherewithal to care. I press my hips against him, searching for the hardness I crave. That’s when he breaks away.

  “Fuck, babe. You always this responsive?”

  “Um….” My brain is still fuzzy from his kiss, and no words are coming to me.

  “Don’t answer that. If we don’t leave now, I’m going to bend you over this couch and shove my dick so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for a month.”

  I step back, jaws slack in horror, and yes, excitement. Hell yes.

  With space between our bodies, my brain begins to function, so I try to change the subject.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed a pair of your underwear.”

  “You’re wearing my boxers, babe?” He raises a brow, a smile tugging at his lips.

  “Yes” is my bashful answer.

  “Let me see.”

  I quickly lift my dress, then drop it, moving past him.

  “Fuck, woman. You’re going to have me hard for the entire day thinking about you in my clothes. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the ride to your place.”

  “Well.” I turn to face him, intending to do something I haven’t done in a really long time. “Hurry back from your errands so we can continue what we started.”

  His smile turns into a grin, liking what he heard.

  There, I did it.

  I flirted.

  ***Venom***

  I pull up to Jeff’s place, shutting off the bike and kicking down the stand. I wish he lived farther, so I could keep riding with Emily pressed to my back, her arms wrapped tightly around me.

  She feels amazing.

  Last night? I’ve never done anything like that for any woman before, but I know she needed it. She needs to know that I want her, that she’s desirable. I know there’s still some distance to go before she’s comfortable with herself, but for the first time since I met her, there’s hope. She’s coming around slowly but surely.

  As I walk her to the door, I take her hand in mine, giving her fingers a squeeze. She smiles over at me, a sight that could brighten the darkest night.

  “I need you to do something for me, darlin’,” I tell her.

  “What?”

  “I need those divorce papers, and for you to tell me where I can find your asshole ex.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise. “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to make him sign them.”

  Surprise turns to fright.

  “Venom, please. I know you mean well, but like you said, he’s an asshole. I don’t want to make things worse.”

  “They won’t be, because he’ll sign them and be the fuck out of your life.”

  “You’re not going to hurt him, are you?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “No, and not because he doesn’t deserve it, but because he’d use it to make my life a living hell.”

  “If you don’t want me to, I won’t,” I promise. I might not do what I really want to, but there’s no way I’m leaving there without at least a few punches.

  Emily gives me a skeptical gaze before disappearing into the house and returning with an A4 envelope. There’s also a note with two addresses—work and home.

  “Thanks, babe. I’ll see you later.”

  Pulling her underwear from my pocket, I hand it to her with a grin. She snatches it, bunching it into a ball in her fist.

  “Could you be any less discreet?” she hisses, eyes darting around, looking for witnesses.

  Chuckling, I drop a kiss on her lips, then head back to my bike and over to the clubhouse. Backup isn’t needed, but maybe having a few of my brothers with me would send the fucker a louder message.

  The first one I encounter is Razor. Towering over my 6ʹ4ʺ, he’s a huge motherfucker who’d strike fear into any sane person. He’s also my closest friend and the club’s sergeant at arms, so he’d be perfect for this little excursion.

  “Hey, Razor. Wanna go scare the shit out of a dumbass motherfucker?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He jumps to his feet, ready to go without an explanation.

  “Where we going?” Crow asks, walking into the bar.

  “Let’s roll.”

  We run into Gage on our way out. “Where are you fuckers going?” he asks.

  “Got something to handle, thought the guys might want to have some fun.”

  “Fuck.” He shakes his head, then jerks it at Crow. “It’s that serious?”

  Crow is our cleanup guy. Let’s just say he makes sure there are no literal skeletons in our closet.

  “Nah. We good.”

  “Okay. Let’s keep it that way. I could use some fucking peace and quiet around here.”

  “No problem, Prez.”

  We ride out, my brothers at my back, my mind focused on our destination. I can’t wait to see who this asshole is. How in the world could he have a woman like Emily, only to mistreat and abuse her the way he did? She may never tell me all the things she endured, but the way she talks, walks, behaves… I know the hurt runs deep.

  Twisting the throttle, the bike shoots forward. By the end of the day, I’ll erase the fucker from her life. Physically at least. One way or the other.

  After a two-hour ride, we pull up to the first address on the note. It’s a garage with at least three guys, their heads buried under the hoods of various cars. We park alongside each other and I remove the envelope from my saddlebag, along with the small black pouch that I hid there while Emily was getting dressed. As we walk in, I stick the pouch in the back pocket of my jeans.

  “What can I do for you boys?” the man closest to us asks.

  “Looking for James.”

  “He’s back there.” He nods in the general direction. “Working on an Avenger.”

  I jerk my head at Razor, a signal for him to clear the place out. While he handles that, Crow and I make our way toward the target.

  “You James?” I ask.

  The man looks up from the engine, tugging a rag from his pocket and wiping his hands as he faces us.

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nbsp; “Yeah. Who wants to know?” His gaze flicks between me and Crow.

  I observe him, trying to figure out what Emily ever saw in him. I figured he’d at least be good-looking since his personality is shit. He’s okay, I guess, but his eyes are too close together, and his beard is scraggly like he can’t grow a proper one. Pussy.

  “I’m a friend of Emily’s.”

  “Is that so?” He smirks. “What does that bitch want now?”

  My fingers flex, wanting to knock his teeth down his throat. Instead, I smack his chest with the envelope. He instinctively raises his hand, holding it there.

  “You’re gonna sign this and then we’ll be on our way.”

  He pulls out the stack of papers, letting it slide back down when he sees what they are.

  “I ain’t signing shit until I get what’s due to me,” he sneers.

  Razor joins us, nodding to confirm he’s handled his end of things. That means the other men are gone, and they never saw us. James’s eyes widen at the sight of the big man. I step closer to the fucker, bringing his attention back to me.

  “Yeah, she told me you think you have some claim to what’s hers. I don’t know the whole story, but from what I’ve heard, you should be fucking happy the only thing she’s doing is divorcing your filthy ass.”

  “Me? Filthy? She’s the one slumming it with a bunch of dirty bikers.”

  I figured he wasn’t too smart, but now I see he’s a stupid motherfucker. I’m two seconds away from ending him.

  “I know I broke her heart, but she’s really stooped low. Then again, Emily has always been a frigid bitch—”

  I plant my fist in his stomach, cutting off the rest of whatever he was going to say. He doubles over, grabbing where the punch landed.

  “Call her a bitch again,” I dare him. He finally begins to show some fear, eyes scanning the garage for help. “No one around to help you, Jimmy. Sign the fucking papers so I can get outta here.”

  “I’m not signing shit. You won’t get away with this.”

  Pulling my riding gloves down, I motion to Razor and Crow, then reach for the pouch in my pocket. They grab James’s arms, restraining him. His eyes follow the zipper on the pouch as I open it, going wide when two hypodermic needles are revealed.