Chapter 32
After I locked Eden back in her room, I came downstairs and sat on the sofa, hating and loving the fact that I could smell her all over my hands. I wasn’t gonna let her come, but between her sharp words of hatred, and soft moans and whimpering sighs of pleasure, and the way her body begged for more, I couldn’t resist. Hell, I could barely resist shoving my rock-hard cock down her throat. Or, better yet, in her pussy.
It took me nearly an hour to convince myself not to go back and do all that.
She has a pull on me like no other woman I’ve ever met.
And she doesn’t even know it. The way she wants me even though she should hate me worse than Satan is intoxicating too. Kinda makes me forget why she’s really here. Kinda makes me wish things were different.
That last hateful accusation she threw at me, after I made her come harder than she ever had, I’m sure, really fucking stung. How can I rape her when she clearly wants me like no other woman has ever wanted me?
That’s why I ran out of there and left her chained up. Because my mind can’t go there.
The soft warm breeze coming through the open windows was calming and the house was so nice and quiet that I fell asleep. The last thing I expected.
Now the shadows outside are long and I feel bad for leaving her chained up all day. Even though that’s the fastest way of getting her to where I need her to be. Broken and destroyed.
Her eyes are closed when I open the door to her bedroom, her long, smooth, naked body prone and statuesque on top of the covers. Calling me to make her mine. I don’t think she’s sleeping though. Just faking it. I preferred the way she used to smile at me when we met up. I’ll never see that smile again now.
I ignore the idiotic regret and walk over to the bed, tossing a plastic bag filled with her clothes onto the pillow beside her.
Her eyes fly open, kinda scared, but mostly angry.
“That’s some of your clothes,” I say as I untie her arms. “Get dressed and I’ll find something to eat.”
She sits up, rubbing her arms. “Why bother feeding me? If you’re just gonna kill me anyway.”
Her words hit me more painfully than they ought to. Considering the fact that she’s absolutely right…
“Yeah, but I’m wanna play with you some more before that happens.”
I’ve always been able to come up with a mocking retort and turn anything into a joke… on whoever I’m speaking to. Another reason why they call me Joker.
“Great, can’t wait,” she says, grinning at me, but it’s a far cry from the sweet, teasing smiles she’d given me before I brought her here. “I just love existing for your amusement.”
“You looked pretty amused before too.”
She blushes a deep apple red, but her eyes remain angry. What I should be doing is beating her into submission and breaking her spirit. Not working on eliciting sweet blushes and smiles from her. What the fuck is wrong with me?
But then again, I never did have a taste for hitting women. Not even when they beg for it. I have a reputation for it, sure, but that’s just a carefully constructed lie. Just like so much of my life is. I figured with Ice’s daughter it’d be different. I figured I’d hate her enough. Turns out it’s not. At least not today.
But maybe this is better. Get her to trust me. Then snatch the rug from under her feet, or however that saying goes. I’ll just improvise. I’ve been doing it my whole life.
“I’m gonna eat now,” I say. “You can join me if you want. Or starve if you don’t.”
“I think I’ll just starve,” she says and pulls the bedspread over herself as though she only just now realized she was naked. Or did she only just now lose hope in me making her come again?
“As you wish.”
I walk out of the room, but don’t lock the door. I don’t even close it.
I call the kitchen phone and one of the hoes answers.
“I need some food up here,” I bark at her. “Why isn’t it here already?”
“Sorry, Joker,” she says. “The girls… it was a wild night last night… but I’ll send something over right away.”
“Good.”
One or two of the hoes are actually excellent cooks and I hope they’re the ones making dinner tonight. Apart from half a sandwich at the Saloon last night, I haven’t eaten a proper meal since we left the compound in the woods and it’s beginning to show. Maybe that’s why I have no idea how to take a real crack at breaking Eden.
A cold shower should fix that, and I definitely need one. Maybe I should be afraid of her sneaking in and stabbing me while I’m in there, but I purposefully don’t even close the bathroom door. The moment you start giving in to fear everything goes downhill. I’ve lived by that wisdom all my life and I don’t even know where I first heard it. Probably came up with it myself. I never had any mentors worth a damn.
The cold water takes the edge off my hard on and maybe wakes me up a little bit, but that’s about it. I hear someone walking downstairs once I turn off the water, so I just grab a towel and wrap it around my waist before going to check what’s going on.
It’s not Eden trying to leave the house though, like I feared. It’s Cherry in her stripper shoes, checking out the living room. The front door is wide open and three other hoes are setting things up in the kitchen and dining room.
“It took four of you to bring dinner?” I ask.
Mostly I’m just glad it’s not some of my brothers come to check if it’s their turn with Eden yet.
Cherry wobbles to me at the foot of the stairs, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. “We thought you could use some company too now that you’re finally home. Get your mind off other things, you know.”
“What the hell do you know about other things?”
“I know you’ve been very tense lately,” she says, running one of her long, sharp nails down my chest. “And I know you haven’t been getting enough sleep. I thought I could help you with that.”
I’m sure she knows a lot more than that. I don’t like my men sharing too much with these women, but guys will talk to whores, it’s one of those age-old things that will never change.
“I’m just fine, Cherry,” I say. “No need to worry about me.”
“But I do,” she coos and purses her lips at me. “Can’t help it.”
The other three are now standing in the arched doorway that leads from the foyer to the dining room, all smiling enticingly too.
“We worry about you guys all the time,” one of them says. “You’ve all been gone so long this time.”
“And now you’ve sent so many away again,” another adds.
I really should learn their names. I think they’re Foxy, Minx, and Bubbles, but I could be completely wrong.
“I see you brought a couple more women over to play with,” Eden says behind my back. “I guess that means you won’t be needing me anymore.”
Her voice is sharp like a whip cracking.
They all glare at her and she’s glaring right back. The long dress with flowers all over it might as well be a ball gown, that’s how regal she looks.
“Don’t talk to him like that, you Devil scum,” Cherry hisses at her.
I very nearly snap at her to shut up.
“And who’s gonna stop me?” Eden asks. “You?”
Cherry grows very red in the face and I’m sure she’s about to charge up the stairs and do just that. I grab her arm to prevent it.
“Thanks for bringing dinner, ladies,” I tell them. “I’ll see you later down at the Saloon.”
Cherry looks offended as she faces me. “You want us to leave? I thought she was locked up.”
“She’s locked up in the house,” I say. “And yes, I want you to leave.”
“But the door was unlocked,” Cherry whines.
“Go. Now!” I holler.
That sends them scurrying out of the house, not bothering to close the front door behind them. I wait until they’re packed into the truck they drove up here in before turning to Eden.
“I thought you were gonna starve.”
She grins and comes down the stairs, stepping so lithely her feet barely touch the ground.
“I decided I’m too hungry for that,” she says as she passes me. Her hair is wet, she showered too, and the sweet smell of peaches on a quiet summer evening is strong about her. The way she staked her claim on me with the hoes is doing things to me too.
She turns and smiles at me over her shoulder. “Besides you’re not really gonna hurt me, are you, Joker?”
I don’t like hearing her call me by my made-up name. I prefer her using my real name.
“Don’t mean I won’t let others do it,” I tell her. “My brothers are all dying to get a piece of you.”
That wipes her sweet little smile right off her face.
“So go ahead, eat,” I say and start back up the stairs to get dressed. “Enjoy it while it lasts.”
She says nothing and I don’t look back to see her reaction. Truth is, I shouldn’t care one way or the other about it. And maybe it’s time I start faking it till I make it.
Cherry and the others are probably already in town, telling everyone who will listen that I’m letting Eden have the run of the house up here. Which means we can expect some more visitors soon. I should probably have her at least chained up again before that happens.
She’s sitting at the head of the oval table when I come back down, staring down at her plate of soup. I grab a plate and sit at the opposite end of the long table.
“You’re not eating,” I say as I dig into the soup. It’s good. Lentil, I think.
“Maybe I changed my mind.”
“You should change it back,” I say. “Starvation is overrated. I spent half my life starving. It won’t win you any sympathy points with me.”
“So no pie, no cartoons and now also no food,” she says. “Your life really sucked.”
“Yeah, a lot of it did. And I hate talking about it.”
I also hate remembering the pie she made me eat on our first date. That messed up my vision of what she is from the get-go.
“I’m sorry.”
I really need her to stop apologizing. It’s not gonna do her any good.
“You know what I think?” I say. “I think you chased away those hoes because they made you jealous. Am I right?”
I love seeing her blush way too much. And I’m not disappointed now.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Why don’t you come over here and help me with this soup?”
“Is that an order?”
Man, she’s just this weird blend of innocence and fire and now my cock’s throbbing again.
“Yes.”
I mostly just said that to see what would happen. She nods and stands up, gliding towards me. A dream coming true, pretty much.
I pull her down into my lap and she goes willingly, feeling lighter than a bird yet somehow more solid than any woman I’ve ever held.
I bring a spoonful of soup to her mouth. “Open wide.”
She does, licking the spoon like I wish she’d lick my cock. I feed her more, trying to ignore the rest. The moment I give in to this desire I have for her is the moment I admit this Mission Eden was a failure. I’m not ready to do that yet. I won’t ever be ready for it.
My whole life has been about making the Devils pay. I won’t throw it all away on a sweet, blushing, gorgeous piece of ass who’s seen the worst of me and still keeps coming back for more. Even if she makes me so hard I might come just from her grinding on my cock as she’s doing.
“Stop that.” I slap her ass and she gasps in the most enticing fucking way. “Eat.”
She lets me feed her some more, but then starts grinding on my throbbing cock again. Enough to make me drop the spoon and send it clanking against the china.
“I said, stop it.”
“I can’t,” she whispers.
I grab her pussy through her dress. She’s so wet it soaks right through the fabric. Maybe she’s not lying. But in my experience women mostly do.
She groans as I release her, then purrs like a cat as I slide my hand between the buttons holding her dress together and rub her clit.
“This is what you want?”
“I can’t help that either,” she whispers as she pushes her pussy into my hand. “Call me weird, but I wanna at least have some fun before I die.”
She smells so good, and she feels even better. All I really want to do is taste her. But that’s another desire that’ll burn the mission if I let it.
Better to just give her what she wants.
I slide two fingers into her tight hole, expecting her to yelp and retreat. Instead, she moans and spreads her legs wider. So I give it to her. Hook my fingers and fuck her with them as hard as I’d love to fuck her with my cock. She throws her head back, exposing her milky white neck to me as she leans her whole weight against me. I can’t fight kissing her neck. In a lot of ways, it’s like tasting chocolate for the first time.
Pretty soon she’s not just moaning but yelping, melting into my hand, opening for me, making me wish we’d done all this before I showed her my true intentions. Before I brought her here. Before I decided that any of this way a good idea. Back when she was just mine for the taking.
Her smell is all around us, sweet and strong, peaches on a warm, peaceful, quiet summer evening. A part of another world, another life. One that will never be mine. Or ours.
She comes so hard her whole body shakes from the strain. I’ve never made a woman come this hard before. Not even when they were faking. She’s not faking. Nothing about her is fake. She’s more real than anything I’ve ever held in my hands. And I don’t ever want to let her go.
The sound of bikes approaching the house tells me in no uncertain terms just how dumb all those other thoughts actually are.
The sound of engines is still echoing as thudding footsteps come into the dining room. It’s Brick, Sonny, and Trip. Figures it’d be those three come to complain first. They hate the Devils with a rabid passion.
Eden tenses again and moves to stand, but I wrap my arm around her waist. “Stay.”
“What’s going on here?” Brick asks. “Cherry said you were letting her loose in the house, but I didn’t fucking believe it.”
“So you thought you’d come and check?” I say menacingly.
“Yeah, we came to check,” Brick says. “This wasn’t the deal.”
“Who’s the president of this MC?” I ask.
They all look at me dumbly.
“Who is it?” I ask again, even more sharply.
“You are,” Trip answers.
“And who calls the shots?” I ask.
“You do.”
“Good, so you didn’t forget,” I say. “Now, I want you out of this house. And I never want to see you here again. Or it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.”
I’m a scary guy. My bite is worse than my bark. They all know that. Which is why none of them say anything. But they’re not leaving either.
“Everything is under control here,” I say. “Now get.”
Luckily, I still have enough power for them to do as I say. But I lied. Everything is not under control. And I don’t just mean Eden and the way she’s messing with my head.
If these three dared come up here to challenge me, more will do it soon. I gotta figure out how to get my head back on straight and fuck how good Eden smells and feels. My life depends on it just as much as hers.