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  Chapter Two

  Chloe

  The idiot in front of me will try anything to get in my panties. I can read it all over his stupidly handsome face. His charming words won’t work on me. I’m not the kind of girl who picks up randoms in nightclubs, and I most certainly don’t go home with them. I don’t judge other’s who do, but I have my reasons why I don’t.

  I don’t have a good history with me, but who the hell does these days?

  However, the more I stand here looking at him, the more I can feel my legs shaking. There is something so familiar about him, yet I can’t put my finger on what. It’s like I’ve seen him before, even though I know I never have in my life. If I had, I would have remembered. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of man easily forgettable.

  He’s so handsome, in a rugged, I’ve been in too many fights and won, kind of way. He’s not my usual type at all. I don’t go for the bad boys, and this man is definitely a bad boy — evil screams from his every pore. I should be terrified out of my mind, but with his deep blue eyes, long dark hair, muscles for days, tattoos no doubt all over his body, short stubble on his jaw, he calls to me.

  Not only that, he’s deliciously tall, over a foot taller than my five-three, that’s for sure. God, just looking at him, is making me throb.

  How crazy is that?

  I don’t feel this way about anyone. I’m not a nun by any means, I’ve been with men in my life, felt an attraction, but it’s never happened like this. I don’t understand what’s gotten into me.

  “Come have a drink with me.”

  “No, thank you.” I don’t want to have a drink with him. I’m scaring myself with how attracted to this man I am. I haven’t been attracted to a man in a very long time. If I did nothing more than sleep with this man, I have a feeling he’d still find out my past, and then he’d be disgusted in me, and I’d be left feeling like shit.

  Not that I can what this man thinks of me, but I won’t let myself go down that route. I won’t let him use my body for his pleasure. I’ll never let a man do that to me again.

  However, what’s stopping me using his body for my pleasure? Something about him has floored me. He looks rough and ready to fight. I shouldn’t feel aroused by this monster of a man, but I am. God help me, I am.

  “Why not?” He asks me with a smirk on his face.

  I can tell just by looking at him that he’s a son of a bitch who more than likely gets just what he wants, whenever he wants it. I shouldn’t give a shit. I should walk away and never look back, but something in the back of my mind is telling me that I’m safe with this monster. He won’t hurt me as men have in the past. I don’t know how I could know that. He could be a serial killer for all I know, but why then do I honestly feel like I know him?

  Stop overthinking things, Chloe, and live a little.

  I don’t know, maybe one night with him could be just what I need. I can tell him that I don’t like it rough, but he looks like the kind of man who loves rough sex.

  You don’t have to sleep with him, Chloe. Just have a drink with the man.

  “Come on; it’s just a drink.”

  “Fine. One drink.”

  He smiles at me. Really smiles, and it’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen on a man. Again, something inside me is telling me that I should know this man. He looks like someone I know, but I’ll be dammed if I can see who.

  He leads me to the bar with his hand on my lower back. It doesn’t repulse me like it would if someone else touched me there. I feel calm, which is strange to me. He orders us both a whiskey, and I don’t want to tell him that I can’t stand the stuff, but he really should have asked me first what I wanted to drink. He didn’t; he assumed — typical cocky male.

  He only laughs when I tell him. He knocks back the whiskey and then orders me a vodka and coke, my choice of drink. I shouldn’t really be drinking much more. Four is my limit.

  I wasn’t going to come out tonight, but my friend Candy Rose asked me to. I mean, what in the world could bring a deaf girl to a nightclub?

  Yeah, I’m deaf, but not profoundly. It’s not like I can really hear the music.

  Okay, I can hear it with my hearing aids, but everything sounds like the TV when the volume is turned down really low. However, Candy Rose practically begged, so I came. We were here half an hour before she ditched me for some preppy guy and went home with him.

  Charming, right?

  I went to pee, and I was about to leave when I bumped into mister handsome. God, I’m drinking with a man I don’t even know the name of, how stupid can I be? This man could be a damn murderer for all I know.

  So could the Pillsbury dough man, Chloe. Any person you clap eyes on could be.

  True.

  “You haven’t told me your name.”

  He smirks at me. “You haven’t told me yours either.”

  “Chloe,” I tell him without even thinking about it.

  I never give my real name to people I don’t know. I don’t give a shit if it’s deceitful, they could be lunatics for all I know. So could this man. He looks like he could be.

  If he is, surely I’d get some kind of feeling about it? Obviously, I didn’t, or I wouldn’t have given him my real name without thinking about it.

  “Vince.” He holds his hand out to me. I take it. I gasp at the current of electricity running through my body from that handshake. Jesus, my hand is tingling! He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Chloe.”

  “Nice to meet you too, Vince.” Vince. It suits him.

  We’ve been talking for hours. We haven’t even been talking about anything of importance, but it’s been nice. I haven’t been nervous or scared at all. I feel comfortable around him, he’s easy to talk to, and he listens to every word I’m speaking. However, I can’t shake the feeling that Vince is more than what he’s let on. He might not be wearing any kind of cut, but he reminds me of a biker. The confidence he has, the size of him, the way he talks. If only I could see his ink, I’d know for sure.

  He’s all kinds of wrong for me, especially if he is a biker.

  But surely if he were, he’d be wearing a cut? Isn’t it like some kind of law with those people?

  Vince leans into me, and I think he’s about to kiss me, I want him to. However, he doesn’t kiss me; he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. My hearing aid might be the smallest ever invented, but he doesn’t seem to have noticed it.

  How is that possible?

  He can’t have paid any attention.

  I’m glad in a way. Men usually run when they find out I’m deaf. They seem to think deafness is catching. Idiots. Yes, it is classed as a disability, but I am no different from anyone else. I can do pretty much what everyone else can do other than hear. Without the hearing aids, I can’t hear a thing, but these little gadgets in my ears afford me some hearing. No matter how low the volume may sound, I am so very grateful to have even that. Helps me feel like everyone else.

  I don’t know what’s happening to me, I don’t ever feel like this, but Vince’s eyes are drawing me in. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want this man right now. I don’t know what powers he has, but he’s bewitched me.

  My breathing hitches as he strokes my jaw with the inside of his finger. “Come home with me,”

  I swallow hard.

  Go home with him?

  I’ve never done anything like that in my life. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want to be with him tonight. I can’t remember a moment in my life when I wanted anything more.

  However, can I really go home with a stranger?

  One who doesn’t even realize I’m deaf?

  I’d feel safer taking him back to my place, but my roommate would have a shit fit if I did that. Ah, the joys of having a male roommate. He’s very protective of me.

  “What are you scared of, beautiful?” His deep, husky voice when he says sweet things like that has me weak at the knees.

  How do I know he has a deep husky voice?

  I can hear his voice rumbling through my hearing aid as he leans into me, and I can feel it going through my whole body.

  “I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t attracted to you,” I refrain from rolling my eyes at the cocky grin on his face. “But I don’t know you. I never do things like this.” I look to his lips; I can lip read perfectly.

  “There’s always a first time for everything. However, tell me one thing,” I nod my head. “Do I give you the feeling that I’ll hurt you?”

  “No,” I answer, honestly. I don’t get that feeling from Vince. What I get is a strange urge to climb in his lap and have him fuck me senseless.

  Before I’ve even thought about it, that’s precisely where I am, in his lap. My arms around his neck, my lips against his. He grabs the back of my head, pulling me closer. Our tongues are dancing erotically, and I’m shamelessly grinding against him like some wanton hussy.

  What the hell?

  “Let me take you home,” He mumbles against my now swollen lips. Jesus, the man can kiss! He looks at me. “I wanna lick every inch of this beautiful body.”

  It must be my lust addled mind, but I tell him, “Take me home, Vince.”

  * * *

  We walk to Vince’s house; it isn’t far from the club. We walk in silence, my hand in his, and it feels natural. His hands are undoubtedly strong. I bet he could keep a girl safe with those hands.

  As soon as we’re at his front door, Vince looks at me while sliding the key into the lock and smirks. My heart is beating wildly, and I can feel my panties getting wet.

  God, this has never happened to me before.

  I follow Vince inside, and as soon as the door is closed, he pushes me against it, his mouth on mine, my eyes rolling. He grabs my ass, pulling me into him, making me groan into hi
s mouth, and I can feel myself getting wetter. “God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Chloe.”

  I bite my lip to hide the smile creeping across my face. I know men say these kinds of things when they want to get you into bed, but when Vince says them, I feel them deep inside of me.

  “Touch me, Vince,”

  “Where, beautiful?”

  “Everywhere. Touch me everywhere.” I’ve never wanted to be touched so much in my whole life.

  As he lifts me in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, I get the feeling he’s fighting his natural instinct to pin me against the nearest wall, or throw me down on the floor and fuck the life out of me. I’m not sure I could handle that right now.

  I think he can sense it because Vince strips me slowly, gently. I’m nervous, about Vince seeing me naked, but his eyes never leave mine. Not even when he takes off his own clothes, I can’t look away either, I’m scared to look anywhere but in his eyes.

  Vince finally breaks eye contact and looks me up and down. “Damn.” He drawls, and I smile because he likes my body.

  I take a look at his bod, his full of muscle and covered in muscles and tattoos. I lift my hand and touch the large shaded skull in the middle of his chest. He chuckles at the fact I’m mesmerized by it. How can I not be? It’s so elaborate, so big.

  My eyes slide down his body, taking him all in, and I think I all but die at the sight of his massive cock! Oh, fuck. That is huge!

  My wide eyes lock with his. “Damn,” I repeat back to him.

  He grabs me around the waist, a smirk on his face, pulling me closer to his big body. “Damn indeed.” His fingertips toy with the skin on my back, and it makes me groan. He kisses my neck and tells me, “I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

  “Vince...” Fuck, I sound needy. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “Are you horny, beautiful?”

  “Please, don’t tease me. I can’t stand it; it’s torturous.”

  Is that really my voice?

  Oh my god!

  “What do you want, beautiful? Tell me?”

  “I want you, Vince. I want you to fuck me right now.”

  “All in good time.” He whispers while pressing his thumb against my clit, my hips tip-up involuntarily, my back arches and I’m clawing at him. The throb in my clit is powerful, and I think I might explode already!

  I’m so wet for him, I’ve never been so wet before. He has one hand teasing my clit, the other sliding his fingers inside of me from behind. God, I’m going to come!

  “Oh, god,”

  “Let go.” He whispers. I do let go. I let go and come all over his hands.

  I haven’t even come down from my high, and Vince has me lying on the bed with my legs spread. He growls appreciatively while looking at my exposed pussy. It makes me shiver. I had no idea he’d like the sight of me so much.

  He leans between my open legs and licks my sensitive clit once before straddling my chest. He looks down at me, his fat cock in his hand, slapping my lips with the tip.

  Oh my god, he wants me to suck his dick like this?

  “Open your mouth,” Obediently, I open my mouth. Vince slides the tip across my lips, along my tongue, in and out of my mouth before telling me, “Suck it, Chloe.”

  So I do. I suck his dick for him, moaning around his flesh because the taste of him is intoxicating. How he’s keeping his huge weight off me is a mystery to me. My arms are pinned to the bed by the weight of his thick thighs. He’s rocking into me, his cock hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag.

  Vince smirks, grabs the front of my hair, and yanks my head back. “That’s it, swallow my dick, Chloe. Just like that.”

  My head is tipped back, and my eyes feel like they’re bulging out of my head! His cock slides further down, and I can feel him throbbing in my throat, but he doesn’t come, he pulls out and slides right down my body. I’m gasping for air and wiping the saliva from my cheek with the back of my hand.

  Vince is rough with me, but not enough to scare me, biting my inner thighs, breathing in my scent, attacking my pussy with his mouth. It’s literally like he’s a vampire drinking from me, lapping at me. I’m arching, contorting, tearing his sheets between my hands because it all feels so good.

  “Oh...!” My ass shoots off the bed as he fingers me. He’s going to make me come again! “Vince! Oh, god!” My thighs lock around his head, and I am fucking lost to this orgasm. An orgasm like I have never had in my life before!

  Chapter Three

  VJ

  I want you. Ah! Inside me, please...” I smile against Chloe’s stomach as I climb her body. She’s a vocal, little thing. I thought she would have been shy, she was when we first got here, but she soon opened up to me. Literally.

  I’m not going to lie; I’ve had to fight the urge to fuck her stupid just so I can finally feel a hot, wet, tight pussy coming on my cock. It’s been too damn long. However, I wanted this to last. Fuck knows why, but there’s something about this girl. Just can’t put my finger on what it is, yet I won’t even think about it once this is over.

  “Vince! Please! Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it!”

  I chuckle inwardly. All women are the same once they have a taste if VJ. None can get enough. Chloe wants me inside of her, then that’s what she’ll get. Don’t think I can last much longer without shooting my load.

  I slide my rock hard cock against my clit, tapping the tip against her swollen lips, causing her to cry out. “How bad do you want me right now, Chloe?”

  “Vince, please...”

  “Tell me!”

  “Ohhh...! I want you so bad it hurts… So bad I’d do anything you say!”

  “Good girl.” I kiss her hard. “Keep your eyes open. I wanna see the look in your eyes when you come for me.”

  I slide inside of her, and both of us groan out loud. Fuck, she’s tight! Oh fuck, this feels good! This is what I’ve been missing all these months, a tight, wet, willing pussy.

  “Ah! Fuck...” Chloe mumbles, her head shaking side to side as I fuck her with all that I’ve got.

  I can feel her little pussy trying to adjust to having a cock as big as mine inside of her. She hasn’t been with a real man before; it’s easy to tell. If she had, she wouldn’t be trying to force me out of her body while trying to keep me as deep inside as she can get me at the same time.

  She’s no virgin, I hope, though virgins don’t generally go home with strangers and let them fuck them six ways to Sunday. Maybe they do, I neither know nor care.

  Chloe is soon clutching my shoulders, moving her hips in time with mine, fucking me as hard as I’m fucking her. Fucking perfect. However, I’m fighting the need to empty my balls into her. Eighteen months without sex, merely using my hand to get off, can anyone blame me for the need to shoot my load already?

  However, I don’t want this to end yet. Yeah, I can go all night with this little beauty, but the feeling of her cunt wrapped around me is too fucking good.

  You do realize you’re not wearing a condom, dickhead? This woman could be riddled with all sorts of STI’s. This is reckless, stupid; you’ve never been dumb, VJ.

  True. Never fucked a woman in my life without wrapping up first, but I couldn’t help myself with this little lady. I wanted to feel her bare. Doesn’t mean I’ll come inside her.

  However, I can’t stop fucking her yet. I need more of her.

  I pull out of Chloe’s body only to flip her the fuck over. I grab her hips and help her onto her knees. Once she’s there, I’m right back inside of her, my cock so deep she’s screaming how she can feel it in her throat.

  Fucking perfect!

  Her ass slams back against me harder and harder, and I’m fucking losing it. “That’s right, beautiful, fuck me back. That’s my good girl.”

  “Faster. Harder. Please, Vince,” She can’t take much more, her cunt is tightening around my dick like a vice. However, I’ll fuck her harder, faster. I’ll fuck her through the fucking mattress if that’s what she wants.

  I ram Chloe so hard she’s sobbing in pleasure. That’s what I like to hear, but I’m not going to last much longer, no fucking way. So I lick two fingers, reach around and rub her clit fast and hard, and as she comes on my dick, my head falls back, and I shoot my load deep inside her perfect pussy. Fuck, I’ve never come this hard in my life!