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  I’m soaked, my pussy is throbbing, and I whimper when he lifts me off of him just enough to strip my clothes from my overly heated body.

  I am not going to be able to walk tomorrow!

  It was bad enough the morning after our night, even harder the morning after that because of what we did at the clubhouse. His cock is huge, my pussy isn’t, and he likes to pound the shit out of me. However, I shouldn’t complain; he’s a very attentive lover.

  VJ pulls me back down in his lap, fingers stroking through my wet folds. Every inch of me is aching to feel him inside of me. I grind against him, feeling his fingers inside of me, pushing me higher.

  “VJ, please. Please, I need you inside me.” I don’t need all this teasing; I’m so turned on already that I’m seconds away from coming like a steam train against his hand.

  He chuckles deep in his throat, and finger fucks me harder, so hard I scream through the sudden orgasm that rips through me. I haven’t even come down from it when I feel him slam right inside of me, so hard my eyes seem to be stuck at the back of my head.

  I ride VJ hard and fast, fucking him the way I want him to fuck me. He’s groaning, biting at my skin, taking me higher. He grabs my ass in his hands and thrusts upwards faster, harder. I’m whimpering, calling out his name, screaming for him to fuck me harder. He does, so hard I’m coming on his cock harder than I ever thought possible, and I can’t even breathe!

  I’m on cloud nine, bones like jelly when he floods my body with his seed. I have so many questions in my head.

  Did he wear a condom?

  He didn’t last time. He did ask if I was on birth control the first time, which I am. I’m guessing that gave him a free pass to ejaculate inside of me each time we have sex.

  How the hell did he get in my house, and just how long had he been here?

  Was he watching me sleep like some weird stalker?

  I lay my head on his shoulder and let him hold me close to him for a few minutes.

  VJ may not feel, but I know he wants to if the way he’s holding me is anything to go by at least. He’s holding me so tenderly it almost makes me cry. No one has ever held me like this before. A man who doesn’t understand emotions is holding me like he feels everything for me.

  I wrap my arms around his back.

  I could love this man.

  I could fall so hard for him.

  However, I know that it would be dangerous.

  Dangerous to my heart and mind.

  Even my very soul.

  Don’t be a fool, Chloe. This is all about sex. It’s all it will ever be. Something you’ve feared for over a year. If nothing else, this man will show you the joy of sex all over again. When it ends, just pray your heart is still intact.

  Not likely, but I’ll try.

  Chapter Twelve

  VJ

  I stand with my hands pressed against the wall, my head hanging down as hot water pounds down on my back. I watch blankly, the blood as it rushes down the drain. I roll my neck and take pleasure in the cracking sound that escapes. My knuckles are a little fucked up. Grazed and will need tending to.

  Usually, beating the hell out of scum – and that’s all the moron from tonight was, scum, scum who rapes women as is his fetish – sorts my head out for a while. That shit bothers the crap out of me. I don’t care much for what other’s do. However, taking something from a woman that she doesn’t want to give, it was drummed into me from birth that, that was very wrong.

  So when Jett sent me around to scumbags place to deal with him, knowing full well what I’d do, knowing I needed to let off some steam, I jumped on my bike and rushed over there. Found the dirty cunt watching some sick fucked up kiddie porn.

  Paul was with me, a prospect just starting out. Never met him until the day I came home, but he was sent with me to see how the big boys roll.

  Vomited his fucking guts up by the time I was done with the rapist — absolute fucking amateur. Jett better not send the cunt with me again, I’ll put the fucker out of his misery faster than he can blink. Fuck the consequences. I made the stupid little cunt clean his puke up before we left, idiots eyes almost bulged out of his head when I told him the cops could collect his DNA and arrest his ass for murder.

  I didn’t kill the rapist right away. Beat the shit out of him, yes. Then tied him to a chair and tortured him. Mildly, I might add. Just cut off each one of his fingers one by one, then castrated him. Gouged out his eyes, stamped on them, gutted him like a fish. Okay, so he died from that.

  Made Paul help me get his body in the truck before setting rapists house on fire. So Paul didn’t technically need to clean up his own puke, but it’ll teach the fucker not to do it again. If you don’t have a stomach of steel, you shouldn’t be anywhere near me when I’m on the job. Stupid prospect helped me dispose of the body, and I gave him a good slap for fucking up where the puke was concerned and sent him home. Then I took the truck back to the clubhouse ready for it to be cleaned of all evidence.

  I came home after calling Jett to let him know the job was done. I jumped in the shower, and here I am, but fuck if I don’t feel any kind of satisfaction.

  Why don’t I fucking feel it?

  I usually feel it.

  I slam my fists down on the tiles and growl.

  Fuck this shit.

  I shower off quickly, jump out, dry myself off, brush my teeth, then pull on clean jeans, a t-shirt, and my cut, then my boots. I need to get out of here for a while. I can’t be stuck in this house; I need to ride my motorcycle until my head clears, I’m starting to feel like I’m losing it. I feel like I need...

  It doesn’t matter right now what I feel. I just know that if I want to keep my freedom, I need to keep my nose clean. That means forcing myself to find other ways to satisfy the Beast within.

  I’m breathing hard and fast by the time I pull up outside the community center. I know Chloe’s still inside. Max said something about her getting ready for some award thing the kids she teaches have in a couple of days.

  I don’t give a shit about any of that. I need her right now.

  I’ve never needed anyone in my life before, but fuck, I need Chloe, and that’s pissing me off more than anything.

  I storm through the door, Chloe’s humming to herself, hasn’t heard me, probably can’t when she’s got limited hearing, it won’t stop me.

  I watch her perfect ass swaying from side to side as she dances a little to the rhythm of her own humming. She’s such a beautiful woman, I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as Chloe, and she’s all mine for the taking.

  I want to protect this woman from the horrors of the world, and I have no clue as to why. Chloe needs an operation in order to have those implant things to help her hear better. She can’t afford it. I’m not a rich man, but I have money, enough money to last me a good few years. I probably make more money in one day doing what I do than Chloe makes in a month.

  She’s a proud woman, I know she won’t ask anyone for anything, but she’s mine now, that’s why I’ve been doing a little research the past couple days as to what I’d need to do to help her get what she needs.

  Chloe won’t thank me for it, this much I do know. That’s why I can’t say anything to her about it just yet. I don’t want to push myself on her. I won’t force anything on her, but she’s important to me. That’s why once I’m done here, I’ll go over to Vidal’s office. I should have seen him before now, but I work on VJ time, not Draven Vidal time.

  I watch as Chloe places some papers on a small table before walking over to the piano set up on the stage. I walk past the rows of plastic chairs and right up to her. She screams as I grab her arm and swing her around to face me.

  Chloe opens her mouth to say something. I don’t want to hear it, so I slam my mouth against hers, pushing her back against the far wall on this small stage. She struggles against me for a second before giving into me.

  I’m fucking hungry for her. I don’t know what she’s done to me, but I can’t get her out of my head. No matter what I do, she’s always there. When I’m near her, I feel right. Like someone took a led weight and centered me. I don’t fucking understand it, but it’s like she’s a deadly drug and I need a hit just to get through the day.

  I want so much from this woman, but it would be wrong for me to take it.

  Why can’t I stay away from her?

  Shit, I’m even thinking about paying for an operation to help her hear again. Why the fuck do I even care?

  I slide my hands along Chloe’s thighs and under her knee-length skirt and yank her panties down forcefully. I put my big boot in the middle of them and push them down to her ankles. My fingers toy with her dripping cunt, while I unbuckle my belt and free my hard-on, my lips attack her neck for a moment. She’s moaning, but not asking me to stop.

  I line my cock up with her tight hole and slam straight inside of her. She screams and claws at my neck. That’ll leave a mark — feisty little madam.

  I hold onto her hips and pound into her, so hard and fast that she’s clawing at the wall, eyes rolling, unable to verbally tell me anything, but it isn’t stopping her from moaning and screaming her sexy head off.

  Chloe pants fast and hard. She’s close, I can feel it. Her thighs are shaking, and she’s finding it hard to stay on her feet, to keep up with me. I won’t let her fall. Her tight cunt is clutching my dick like it’s milking it for all it’s worth. I slide an arm around her back, lifting her to me and off her feet. Her little arms come around my neck, holding on as she kisses me.

  I wrap one of her legs around my waist and hold onto her ass, slamming into her harder and harder. “Oh, my God! I can’t take it!” She screams so loudly, her head tipped back, that if anyone else is in this building, they’ll have heard her and come running. br />
  Fuck ’em. I don’t give a shit who sees us like this.

  “I’m coming, VJ. I’m coming so hard!”

  Fuck yeah, she is!

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” She’s coming so hard her whole body is shaking like she’s having a seizure.

  Damn, I’m good!

  I’m about to come. Fuck, this girl is amazing!

  I slam my cock into her so hard that we both fall back against the wall. I hold her ass with one hand and bang the other against the wall, holding us steady as I shoot my seed deep inside of her. My hips are still rocking into her for long seconds after I’ve come. Chloe clings to me, and I kiss her softly.

  Softly?

  What the fuck is that about?

  I’ve never kissed anyone softly in my life!

  What the hell is this girl doing to me?

  I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I’ve only known Chloe a short while, and I already feel like a man who can’t let go of one little woman. No other woman has ever gotten to me as this one has. She’s fucking with my head, and I don’t like it!

  No matter what I’ve told myself about giving Chloe everything, about her being mine, keeping her for myself, I’m not sure I can do. It wouldn’t be fair to her. I know that. I’m a selfish cunt, always have been, but I care enough not to hurt her.

  I pull out of Chloe’s body and tuck my cock into my jeans. She watches, confused while she rearranges her clothes. I turn away from her and rake my fingers through my hair. “VJ, are you okay?” Her little voice is wary. She’s right to be.

  “Yeah, just need to go.”

  She grabs my arm, and I turn to face her. The angry look on her face is almost comical. “You fuckin’ what?! You storm in here, fuck me stupid, and now you’re just gonna leave? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

  Goddammit, if that doesn’t make my cock rock hard all over again.

  Chloe’s freaking out. I think I remember my Dad telling me that when women freak out like this, all they want to know is that they mean something to you. They don’t want to be treated like a piece of meat. Moreover, if that woman means anything to you at all, in any way, then you’ll show her exactly that.

  I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know what to say either. So I grab Chloe, my hand on the back of her head and pull her to me. I kiss her swiftly and rest my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, Chloe. I’m just so damn confused right now. You do somethin’ to me that I don’t understand.”

  Her palm is pressed against my chest, right over my heart, and it makes it beat a little fast. What the hell is this?

  “You might not understand, VJ, but you feel. No matter who told you that you are incapable, you aren’t. No one is incapable, VJ. I care about you,” Dammit, she shouldn’t care about a monster like me. “I know you’re confused, but so am I. I shouldn’t feel anything for you, but I can’t help it.”

  I stroke her face and kiss her forehead. She looks up at me with such trusting eyes. How on this earth can she trust me like this? No one has ever really trusted me so easily.

  Maybe she’s a glutton for punishment?

  “Don’t push the feeling away, VJ. Go with it. It could lead to something wonderful.”

  “You done here?” I’m not comfortable talking about this stuff with her, that’s why I shut it down by changing the subject.

  “Yeah.” She nods.

  “Good, I’ll take you home.”

  “Thanks.” She seems deflated, but I’m done here. I’ll take Chloe home then I’ll go about my business. She’s nothing to me but a fuck whenever I feel like it. Chloe should have known that’s all she’d be to me. It isn’t like she hasn’t been told by more than just a few people.

  If she thought this would end in us being together, in us falling in love, then she’s stupid. It won’t ever happen. I’m not the man she’ll be settling downs with. I won’t give her the happily ever after she’s looking for.

  Maybe I should just walk away and let Chloe be happy with someone else.

  The trouble with that is, I’ll kill any man who so much as looks at Chloe with lust in his eyes, and I mean any man.

  I know that’s selfish, of course, I do. As I said, I’m a selfish man who most of the time, only thinks about himself. Any wonder people call me a cunt?

  I feel like I’m contradicting myself at every turn. I want to give Chloe everything, keep her for myself, but I don’t want to lose any part of myself to her. I’m fucked up, and I hate that she’s doing this to me!

  If I gave a real damn about this beautiful girl, I’d let her go. I’d free her from the apparent hold I have over her, but I can’t. The thought of never seeing her, never touching her again, it makes my blood run cold.

  So what the fuck do I do?

  Do I let Chloe go or do I run with the unfamiliar feeling inside of me and really make her mine?

  With a deep breath, I tell myself not to be selfish just this once. To let this perfect creature have the life she deserves, a life without me. I can do that.

  You’re funny, VJ. An absolute hoot.

  You’re also a lying cunt. You have no intention of letting this girl go; she’s yours. You’re starting to feel something for her, something you don’t understand but want to explore. It’s not wrong to just go with it.

  Yeah.

  Right.

  * * *

  Long time no see, Beast.”

  I roll my eyes at Tony. Everyone around here calls me Beast. Draven began calling me that when I was sixteen and he first saw me fight. He said I attacked like a wild beast. The name stuck with these idiots. However, I did not adopt the name and carry it through to the MC. No way was I going by the road name Beast. It’s bad enough being known as a psychopath, never mind a wild animal!

  The only good thing about being called Beast by these mafia pricks is that no one, aside from Roman, knows I’ve worked for Draven in the past. If Shepard or even Jett found out what I’d done in the past for the Don, never mind what I’m about to ask him, they’d kill me. It won’t matter that they’re family, my blood, they’ll see me as a traitor, put it to a vote and kill me. If not that, I’d without a doubt lose my place with the Snakes.

  I’m not the only one who does work for Vidal, both Roman and Hammer do, and I’m pretty sure Tank does now and again. Hammer has a free pass being Vidal’s younger brother. Perhaps Tank too as he’s Vidal’s cousin. Roman and me? Not a chance.

  I don’t know the story of how Draven got Roman to work for him now and again, but any man worth his salt would want the crucifer on his side.

  How did I get involved with Vidal? I was fifteen, and he caught me torturing a kid who’d pissed me off. The kid was older than I was by about three or four years, but it didn’t stop me beating the shit out of him, dragging him into the woods, and tying him to a tree. There, I did vile shit to him that you’d only see in a horror movie.

  I didn’t know Draven and Tony were behind me, had no clue why they’d even followed me. However, Draven got right to the point and told me that he’d followed me because he was fascinated to see a fifteen-year-old dragging a man into the woods.

  He told me that I’d been reckless, that anyone could have seen me as he had. Then he said that he could train me to be a machine, that the Beast within needed to know when it was time to sleep and when it was time to wake up.

  I took him up on his offer without thinking much about it. Draven even spoke with Shepard to let him know that he was simply teaching me how to box because I’d taken an interest in it. Dad was, of course, skeptical at first, but soon came around when I expressed how boxing was helping keep the demons away, and that it would help me stay calm.

  I don’t think Draven Vidal banked on me being such a monster. Not even the Don could control me when I got in the zone. I could get God to confess to murder if I got the chance. I’ve certainly got confessions out of men that swore I’d never break them. I imagine that’s why Draven always called on me when he needed to extract the truth out of someone.

  The key, however, is to know who’s confessing just so you’ll stop hurting them, and who’s confessing because they committed the crime you’re accusing them of. I have a knack for knowing which is which. Luckily for some.