Hell's Viper (Hell's March MC Book 1), page 11
She swats my hands away and kicks off her boots, her pants following soon after. “Get your pants off,” she demands as my cock presses painfully to my fly.
I undo my belt and fly, letting my pants hang open as I grab her around the waist and hoist her up onto the counter. Her hands cup my cheeks as she tries to drag me forward for a kiss but it’s my turn to swat her away.
“Don’t make this more than what it is,” I warn her as I drop my pants and boxers to my knees before grabbing my cock in my hand.
She falls back on the counter, her head hitting the mirror as she spreads her legs, showing me her red G-string. “You got it, pretty boy.”
I want her, I fucking crave her, but I won’t be getting my heart broken over a girl who clearly loves another. I know what I am right now in this moment, and I’m willing to lose a piece of my heart to feel her wet and coming around me. Even if it’s only this one time.
My fingers slip into the front of her panties, finding her soaking wet as I move them to the side, exposing her glistening flesh. Her guttural groan fills the air around us as the sounds of fighting outside the door cease to exist.
I could be considerate and prime her a bit, but it’s clear this isn’t the place for foreplay or romantic fucking gestures. We’re in the bathroom of a bar, for fuck’s sake. So I pull her forward with her panties still in my hand to line my head up with her dripping cunt.
“This means nothing,” she clarifies as I slap my cock against her clit, making her moan. “Fuck me already.”
Does it sting? Fucking yes it does, but I shove that down and concentrate on how good I’m about to make her feel. By the end of it, she’ll be begging me for more, and I’d probably give in.
Without any warning, I slam into her, making her head bounce against the mirror behind her. “Fuck me!” she screams through the intrusion as I force the rest of my length into her hot, tight cunt.
Her hand wraps around my wrist, her nails digging into my skin as the other holds onto a faucet to keep her stable. “That’s what I’m doing, Assassin,” I grunt as I pull out and slam back in.
Her pussy clenches around me and I hiss out a breath as I try to hold myself together. She feels like what I imagine Heaven would be like. Warm, moist, and fucking prophetic. My hand continues to grip her panties while the other grabs her thigh as I thrust into her, over and over, sweat collecting along my brows.
Her head falls back as her mouth opens on a silent scream, and I continue to fuck her with abandonment as I chase my sweet release. My balls tighten just as her pussy clamps down on me, signaling she’s as close as I am. Three more thrusts and she’s shattering around me, her pussy milking my cock as I roar through my orgasm, my sight blacking out from the pure pleasure.
Quick, but satisfying, and thoroughly unhygienic.
I pull out of her and step back as I right my pants, avoiding her with my eyes. “Well, that was…” I look up at her as she hops down from the counter to grab her pants. “Amazing,” she finishes.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum as her eyes meet mine, her hands still working those tight jeans back over her plump ass.
“Is this where you begin to fall in love with me, pretty boy?” She gives me a megawatt smile as she does up her fly.
“Not at all,” I retort as I inspect my cut. Maybe a little.
It’s well after midnight when they come strolling into mine and Diego’s house, both of them looking trashed and thoroughly fucked. The color heightening Delia’s cheekbones and the tangled mess of her curls tells me a story of debauchery. Instead of being angry or jealous, I’m relieved to see the smile on her face and the tension bled from her shoulders.
I may hate it, but Cruz is keeping The Viper at bay.
Diego is off the couch in an instant and wrapping her up in his arms, his breath leaving him in a rush. I felt every ounce of his pain while she was away, and I can’t help but be angry at her for leaving all over again. He doesn’t deserve that, not after he gave up his dreams to come home and raise her when there was no one else.
“Don’t do that again,” he says as he pulls back and cups her face in his hands.
Genni sniffs from her spot on the couch beside me, pulling my eyes from the sibling reunion to her face. Tears run down her cheeks as I snort, the sound catching her attention. “Shut up,” she grinds out through her teeth as she wipes away the tears.
“I can’t promise anything.” Delia steps back as her eyes meet mine then flick to Genni. “I didn’t find him.”
“I’ve promised her that we’ll find him together,” I cut in as all eyes turn to me.
Delia quickly averts her eyes as she shifts from one foot to the other, looking every bit chastised and wanting to run. Maybe it has something to do with what she and Cruz have done, or maybe it’s the fact that she had us worrying for weeks.
“I work alone,” she states as she straightens and steps around Diego. “Why are you all so worried now when I’ve been doing this for years?”
“It was the lack of communication,” Genni replies as Delia takes a seat across from us, tucking her legs beneath her. “You’ve never completely cut us out like that.”
“I did it because I knew what I would become once I had started.” She stares intently at Genni, her eyes gathering tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you back, but you know what it’s like when your only focus is revenge.”
“I do.” Genni nods and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “It’s the only reason you’re sitting there instead of being locked up in the compound’s basement where you can’t escape.”
“I won’t be here for long,” Delia promises as she remains in a stare off with Genni. “And you can’t keep me here. I’m not a part of the clubs and you’re not my President.”
“You took orders from Barrett many times.” I don’t know what makes me say it. Maybe I’m still reeling from her post-sex appearance or the way she so callously admitted to leaving again.
“He paid me to.” She glares at me, her eyes like molten lava. “I’m an assassin, I’ll take orders from anyone who pays me the going rate.”
“We found your car where you left it,” Diego changes the subject as the tension in the room climbs, and Cruz remains quiet. “It was broken into and trashed, but we’re fixing it up.”
“I left the doors unlocked.” Delia shrugs as she begins to pick at her nails. “I needed time to do what I had to do, and that meant sending you on another trail.” Her confession leaves me slightly stunned as I stare at her, realizing she planned to use our concern to her advantage.
“We love you,” Genni’s voice cracks as she stands, her lithe form taking a few steps to stand in front of Delia. “You’re different. The woman who trained me and helped me overcome my own abuse would never do those things.”
“When it was you,”—Delia stands to face her best friend, her fists clenching at her sides as she shoots a glare at her—“you were different too. You asked me, right here in this home, how to kill someone. Do you remember that? You were so caught up in your revenge, you could see no other way. How dare you judge me?”
Genni turns away from her with a sigh, dragging her hands through her hair with frustration. “I need to go home. I’m exhausted.”
Cruz stands and looks at each of us, his disheveled hair falling to his shoulders. “I should head out too.” He nods to Genni, then gives Delia a quick look before heading to the door.
“We’ll be back later today,” Diego says as he stands and takes Genni’s hand. “Let’s get some rest.” He gives me a pointed look, telling me without words to make sure his little sister stays put. I nod once and then they head to the door as Delia stands in the center of the room and watches them leave.
As soon as the front door shuts behind them, she heads for the bathroom without a backward glance to me. She locks herself inside and a few moments later, the shower starts up. I fall back onto the couch and release a tired groan as I scrub my hands down my face. I don’t know when the last time I slept through the night was, and it’s all catching up to me.
Standing from the couch, I walk by the bathroom, the shower still running, then head into my room. I take off my cut, fold it, and place it on the dresser before removing my shirt and jeans. Just as I’m walking back to the kitchen for a glass of water, the bathroom door opens and Delia is standing there with a towel on her head and another wrapped around her body. No longer does she smell like the inside of a bar. Her peaches and cream body wash hits me as she walks by, heading for her bedroom here.
Delia has an apartment in Phoenix, but she’s always spent more time here with her brother. Her clothes are here and inside this house, her only living family is here. Well, was here. Diego has been spending most of his time with Genni, but she still has someone here. She has me.
She rarely slept in that bed though. We would wait until Diego fell asleep, and then she would creep down the hallway, avoiding the wooden floorboards that creaked, and then crawl into my bed. We played a dangerous, secretive game, but I’m done hiding.
After drinking the glass of water, I walk back down the hallway to my room, bypassing her closed door. Once I step back into my room, the emptiness of it hits me, especially knowing she’s just down the hall. There’s no way we’re both sleeping in this house and she not be in my fucking bed.
I turn on my heel and stride back out and down the hallway before walking into her room, not bothering to knock. She sits up in bed, her damp hair curling around her face and her tired eyes widening on me. She’s wearing one of my T-shirts and that tells me enough about what she’s needing.
“Get up,” I snarl, sounding more intense than I mean to.
“Ajani—”
“Now, Delia.” I calm my tone and point my finger toward the hallway as she pushes back her covers and does as I say. Hiding my shock at her compliance, I watch as her feet hit the hardwood with a shudder as she stands and walks by me, heading for my room.
Following closely behind her, I take a deep breath of her scent, the mixture of strength and femininity warming my chest as we step into my room. She gets into my bed and exhales a long sigh, her body melting into my mattress as her head hits the pillow. Crawling in beside her, I haul her against my chest as her nose presses to my skin, her body trembling as the warmth of her breath caresses me.
“I didn’t think you’d want me here tonight,” she whispers. There’s no tone of regret, that’s not Delia’s style. She always thinks out her actions, considering every repercussion, so I know whatever she did tonight with Cruz, she wanted to.
“I always want you here with me,” I reply softly, my frustration from earlier ebbing as she burrows in closer. “No matter what.”
“Ajani, I… We…” I know she’s trying to piece together what she did, searching for an explanation, but in all honesty, I don’t need one. If Cruz provides her with something I can’t, then who am I to force them apart? I love her, I always will, and that will never change.
“Not right now,” I soothe as I run my hand down her back. “We’ll talk about it after we get some sleep.”
She nods against my chest and a few seconds later, her even breathing surrounds me as she falls into slumber, trusting me to protect her in her most vulnerable state. My arms tighten around her as I push my face into her hair, placing a kiss to her head.
I will always protect her and be the man she needs in any situation because that’s what you do when you love someone unconditionally. There’s nothing that person could do or say to change the way your heart beats for them, and that’s how I feel about Delia Montez.
She has my heart gripped in her hand, and every beat belongs to her, every breath is infused with her, and it’ll be that way until the day I die.
Warmth glides over my skin as I stretch, my toes extending as my hands spread out over the silk sheets.
Silk sheets…
My eyes snap open as I suck in a breath, Ajani’s scent barreling through my senses as everything that’s happened in the last forty-eight hours comes crashing back to me.
I thought we were done for sure, that I had finally pushed Ajani too far with what I did with Cruz, but he once again proved me wrong.
I turn my face toward the sunshine streaming in through the window, letting it coat my face a while longer, delaying the inevitable. He’s going to want to talk everything through because that’s Ajani. He’s strength incarnate, never gets angry, and has the patience of a saint. With me anyway.
There’s a pulse inside my chest, a yearning for blood that keeps reminding me of every breath The Beast takes while I lay in bed, fuck in bar bathrooms, and explain my actions to my family. All of it feels like a waste of time as my parents’ murderer continues to live his life. I’ll need to leave them all behind again and soon, regardless of the consequences. It’s always been my plan to finish what he started so long ago.
I sit up in bed when I hear the front door open and shut, then the hushed voices that follow. My ears narrow in on the tones and I decipher that my brother and best friend have come back. Genni and Diego are as important to me as my next heartbeat, but my revenge is still very much my priority.
Kicking off the decadent sheets, I roll out of bed and stand in front of the window, taking in the three Harleys in the driveway. Being entangled with motorcycle clubs can get dirty, and working for them even more so, but they’ve been a part of my life since birth and I can navigate them better than most, which I will have to do today.
Genni may be my best friend, but she’s also just another MC President looking for the best for her clubs. She’s the first female to run a club and the first President to run two that I know of, making me insanely proud. There was a time when she didn’t think she would survive the day, and I watched her rise up from the ashes.
She needs to give me the grace to do the same now.
I open Ajani’s dresser drawer and pull out a pair of boxers. Before I step outside this bedroom, I’d rather not be in nothing but his T-shirt. I think I’ve traumatized Diego and Genni enough in the past two weeks, I don’t need to add nudity to that list. My hand grips the door handle as I release a long breath, willing my anxiety to ebb so I can face my family head-on with confidence.
It’s one reason why I relish when The Viper takes over. All my fears, anxieties, and turmoils disappear and I become free of life’s restraints. Every decision I make is done without hesitation, but as Delia, I have emotional ties and fears that overwhelm me daily. I’ve become good at hiding them, but they simmer there just beneath the surface and I feel obligated to try to be a normal human for my family.
I step out of the room and the creaking of the door is loud as it echoes down the hallway toward the kitchen, making their voices fall silent. They have fears too, and guilt eats away at me because I’m the reason why they’re walking on eggshells. They fear I’ll run again and they have every right to feel that way because I will. My feet soak in the cool surface of the hardwood as I take each measured step toward the kitchen, my skin sticking to the polished surface as I regulate my breathing. My need to not disappoint them has been shattered and there’s no point in pretending that I won’t do it again. One day, when The Beast has fallen beneath my knives, I’ll be able to make amends.
Their heads turn toward me as I walk to the fridge, opening it up to grab an orange juice before taking my place at the kitchen table to look each of them in the eyes. Ajani takes a sip of his coffee, his golden eyes assessing me. Genni’s dark blue eyes scrutinize me, scanning as much of my body as she can see, searching for the woman she found solace in when her world was once so dark. And then Diego’s eyes, similar to mine, soften as his mouth gives me a tentative smile.
“We brought over your guns and vials. We found them in the van,” Diego begins as he points over his shoulder toward the couch where they sit next to my trench and knives.
“Thanks,” I murmur before unscrewing the bottle of juice and taking a sip.
“How do they work?” Genni inquires as she leans on the table. “What poison is it?”
“I have a few to debilitate someone, another to kill them quickly, and then my favorite of the bunch, venom for a long, painful death.” The table falls quiet as they mull over my belt of vials. “And of course, an antidote. Just in case.”
They’re not here to discuss my poisons, but I’ll play this game of trying to ease me into a more difficult conversation. I know their tactics and I’d rather they stay ignorant to that bit of information.
“I need to get over to the compound,” Ajani states as he downs the rest of his coffee and stands. “Both Cruz and Davis need to be looked at. They’ve been avoiding me.”
He’s avoiding me, and I’m letting him.
“I’ll come with,” Diego adds as he stands, leaving me with Genni who slowly taps her fingertips to the table top.
They slip on their cuts, and Ajani meets my eyes once more, tossing me a subtle nod before they both walk out the door.
“Nice polish.” I point to Genni’s nails, the dark blue shimmering with glitter when they move.
“Malik wanted to match.” She shrugs as a smile grows along my mouth.
“He’s got an eye for color,” I quip as she grins.
“It’s been a while. Let’s head down to the basement and get a little workout in.” It’s not a suggestion and I’d be lying if I didn’t want to blow off some steam.
“I’ll meet you down there after I change.” I stand from the table at the same time she does, watching as she removes her cut and drapes it over the back of her chair. Then she turns on her heel and heads for the basement door, her back to me.
It takes everything in me not to call her out for turning her back and making herself an easy target. That was the first thing I ever taught her. I could prove to her just how dangerous that is, but getting into a tussle with Genni in the middle of Ajani and Diego’s house would be precarious for the furniture.
