Another part of me wants to curse him and hurt him for asking for the one thing I’ll never be able to give him.
But the rest of me, the hardened pieces, the dead soul that is my making owns me.
Contrary to what the club thinks, I’m not a damsel in distress. I just have bad dreams and a monster that won’t leave me alone.
I am a survivor.
The evidence is in the black leather zipped bag that sits on my bed in front of me.
I don’t open it, not yet but soon.
It’s hours later when the bikers get back.
I hear the rumbles just as I’m jumping into the bathtub of scalding water.
My head goes back to rest against the soft bath pillow. My eyes close as I relax.
“You look like a man’s wet dream. Did you miss me Beauty?” I jump at the sound of his grunting voice, the water splashing on the floor and a bit on to Zero’s shoes. Shiny shoes. Formal shoes.
My eyes do a slow and very thorough perusal of his body. He looks like my wet dream and it’s no hardship when I say,
“Yes.”
The black suit he has on is sculpted to his big frame. His thighs fill out the slacks as he steps closer to me and sits on the corner of the bath tub.
I want to ask him a million questions and demand a billion answers but instead, I get up and let the water drip off my naked flesh as I sit on the tub mimicking his pose except my feet stay in the water.
“I missed you a lot.” I’m sitting naked on the edge of the tub, perfectly entwined with his suit covered body.
“Then why are you sitting all the way over there, come show me how much you missed me.”
My brass leaves me, as I slowly twist into him, my mouth closer to his lips, and kiss him, it’s a peck, a test.
I can’t believe he is here, in the bathroom, with such hunger in his eyes after everything. He grips my left hip, and it’s a dirty reminder that my body is wet and naked against his hands, that are rough and big.
Trailing his fingers down my wet thigh, until he reaches the back of my knee, he slips his hand between my thighs, fast, until he cups my pussy. I gasp at the different feeling in his touch, I knew Zero is a man of action, but not like this.
Zero slips his hand and then arm under my pussy, until his arm is lodged in the crack of my ass, all the while looking at my face. His eyes burning me, as he lifts my body with his one arm.
Instinctively I wrap my legs around him, then he’s kissing me. His mouth is angry, hungry, his hands rubbing my ass harshly, that it pains, but such a sexy kind of pain.
I hear his zipper in the back of my mind, then his cock is plunging into me. I scream, it burns, it’s throbbing, his grip on my ass, the sting of his teeth in the crevice of my neck. This is too much.
He pounds into me, hard, my body jerking on him, my naked breast smacking his suit covered chest.
He lifts me up, his dick still hot and pulsing, as he carries me to the bathroom wall.
When my back hits the wall, I feel him deep in my womb as he plunges into me. He opens the door of the bathroom leading me to the bed that he flings me on. He grabs my legs, flipping me over.
My heart is thumping, my pussy throbbing, ass in the air, he rubs his dick around my pussy opening and plunges in.
He’s not gentle, Zero is rough, and oh so lovely.
He’s relentless, there’s no sweet caresses, no tit groping, just hands on my hips, cold fucking.
This morning I told him I wanted to know what it is to be with him, I told him I wanted him to show me, show me why I shouldn’t give him up.
He warned me that he’ll consume me and I was too stubborn to listen. With each slap of his balls to my butt and each grunt he makes, I’m so glad I didn’t.
The swell of his cock tightens my walls as he plants his seed right in my womb.
His eyes are half-mast when he takes his head out from the crook of my neck. It’s then I feel the slight sting and a trickle.
“We didn’t wrap.”
“What?” He still has his sex voice, but there’s something in it that is ringing warning bells, but I’m too sated to clear my head, so I reply,
“We didn’t wrap.”
His eyes lock on me, his jaw clenches, and just like the first time he over powered me, he does it again. My hands above my head, legs opened. The only difference is the cold metal digging into my wrist.
I’m on my back, naked on the bed, his cum dripping from between my legs that are splayed open.
“You think you so clever, Amariya Demarco, you thought I wouldn’t find out. I was just a fucking means to an end, right? Did you enjoy yourself? Was messing with my mind, pretending to be some messed up broken damsel when really you nothing but a fucked-up bitch, a game to you?” My eyes widen at the mention of my name, and I struggle to get him off me.
His cold green eyes freeze me in place as his hand pulls on the small chain between the cuffs.
It’s in these seconds that I know it’s over. The feelings Zero has for me dies as I stare into his eyes.
The betrayal I see in them suffocates me, the disappointment that flashes in his gaze prepares me, and the anger, his anger just breaks me.
“My past is my past, I did what I had, to survive. I never claimed to be a damsel. Let me go and I’ll leave.”
He glares at me, pushing his suit covered body off me and slips on his pants.
I scramble up, until my back hits the headboard, my knees to my chest and my bound hands to my toes. I have no hair to cover me because it’s tied to the top of my head.
Once his pants are on, Zero, slips a paper from his pocket and marches back to me. I don’t need to look at the paper to know what it is.
I recite it.
“Name: Amariya Demarco
Age: unknown
Date of birth: Unknown
Father: Castelo Demarco
Mother: Mariete Demarco
Spouses: None
Girls last whereabouts? Deceased.
Causes: Unknown
Age of death: 16
Conclusion: Wanted for the murder of eleven victims. DNA was found at the scene of five crimes. Defendant is not deceased but now a Jane doe aka Beggar.
Wanted alive for 500000 cash. Contact Thorn Kade at A-List P. I.”
Zero crumbles up the paper and flings it across the wall. His fingers grip my jaw and he snarls,
“So, I was just the fuck you to my brother? You tried to kill him, and then what? Got angry when he didn’t die? Was almost getting Falon raped a set up.”
His hold on my jaw tightens and I’m scared. My time with Lucca taught me that when a man has made up his mind, there’s no words that will change it. And as I stare into the Enforcers eyes, I know he has made up his mind.
He is going to kill me.
The resolve in my eyes must be evident because he makes his first and only mistake. He leaves the room.
I spring into action with my hands cuffed. I grab my bag from under the bed unzip it and pull out the pliers.
After a bare minute I’m out of the hand cuffs. My jeans from the bag is next as I slide it up my legs.
My black tank top is slipped on next as I grab my leather hoody and my jacket.
I zip up the bag with my boots inside and go to the bedroom window.
The door bursts open and Knight and Storm charge in.
The darts from my leather jacket meet my fingers as they fly through the air getting both men.
Knight in his neck and Storm on his arm. Storm manages a few more steps before he falls.
Knight just drops.
I pull up the window as I grab my wall grippers from my bag. I attach them to my hands and climb out the window.
Zero’s angry face is the last thing I see before I go down the wall.
My fall to the end is hard, and I twist my ankle but I know it’s a matter of seconds before they open the door so I keep moving.
A few bikers come out, and I have no choice but to put darts in them.
I don’t miss, I never miss.
I barely make it to the gate before Texas grabs me from around the waist and throws me hard against the ground.
The dart in my hand goes into his stomach.
His hands wrap around my throat, sucking off my oxygen supply. I wheeze, pulling at his arms.
It’s a sufferable minute before he’s out. I only gave them a tranquilizer that will last for four hours. Deno slipped them into my bag.
My phone chimes letting me know my ride is here.
I was hoping to leave quietly. Not like this.
My vision goes to the bedroom window and I see the man that will always own the last shred of my humanity.
I see the man that will always own the pieces of me. My back turns to him because I know that my story with Zero has ended.
He will never forgive me, just like how I can never be sorry.
I will kill his brother if I got the chance.
I will finish what I started.
The gates open as the mass of Mercedes stop.
Lucca and his men all pull out their guns stopping the bikers from coming any closer to me and for the first and only time I actually seek shelter from my monster.
I walk closer to Lucca, each step a journey closer to hell.
His hazel eyes stay focus on the bikers until I am in touching distance.
I watch as he signals his men. Jade and Falon run from the back. Jade hitting my shoulder.
I look up into my monster’s eyes.
“Lucca,” I say as I die a thousand deaths.
He smiles and it’s so cold, that I’m scared even hell would freeze if it looked into his soul.
“Welcome back wife.”