Scorched King (Outlaw Justice #5)

Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

JD

I guided Sasha into my bedroom, the hardwood floors creaking beneath our feet. Moonlight spilled through the bulletproof windows, casting silver shadows across the king size bed.

Her eyes scanned the space, lingering on the bed that dominated the room. She spun to face me, her voice soft but unwavering. “Where’s Jeanne?”

“I told her to stay in the clubhouse tonight. It’s just you and me here, darlin’.” I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a low growl. “Just us. No interruptions.”

Sasha’s eyes widened, but to her credit, she didn’t retreat. She was playing with fire, and damn well knew it. Her pulse quickened visibly at her throat, her breathing turning shallow. I reached out, tracing the bruises on her neck with a gentle touch that hid the storm raging inside me.

If I could, I’d kill him over and over until every mark faded.

The idea that she would still choose me despite everything stirred emotions I’d buried since Malia’s death. Dangerous feelings. And yet, I was still going to cross a line I’d sworn never to cross again.

“JD…” she started, but I silenced her with a finger to her lips. Hearing my name on her lips undid me every time.

“Shh, baby. Enough talking. Tonight, I’m making you mine.” I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Just feel.”

I spun her around, my hands gripping her hips. I leaned down, my breath hot on her neck, my teeth grazing her skin. A shiver worked through her, a quiet gasp escaping her lips. I smiled, knowing that was all me. I was going to drive her wild.

My hands roamed roughly over her body, demanding and possessive. Through the thin fabric of her shirt, my thumbs brushed her nipples as I cupped her breasts. She arched into my touch, a moan escaping her lips. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, drawing out a cry from deep within her.

Unable to wait, I yanked the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. With her back to me, her scars were on full display. I could never take back what had been done to her, but I could spend the rest of my life making her forget.

I bent to worship her scars, tracing each delicate line with reverent kisses and gentle strokes of my tongue. She tensed, trying to pull away, but I held her firm.

“You’re beautiful, Sasha,” I murmured against her skin. “Every inch of you. Don’t ever fucking doubt that.”

These scars were my failure, and each one I kissed came with a silent promise. Never again. No one would touch her, harm her, or threaten her again.

Mine.

I untied the drawstring of her pajama pants, pushing them down her hips. She eagerly stepped out of them, her breath hitching as I hooked my thumbs into her panties, pulling them down too. Needing to see her face, I turned her around, my eyes raking over her naked body, every curve and line begging to be touched, to be claimed. I had spent so much time trying to block out how perfect she was, it was practically like seeing her again for the very first time.

I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively. The few steps to the bed seemed endless before I tossed her down, watching her bounce with wide-eyed surprise. I grinned, a dark, hungry smile. This was going to be fun.

From the foot of the bed, my gaze locked onto Sasha’s. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, while anticipation and nervousness danced in her eyes. I reached down, grabbed the edge of my own shirt, and pulled it off. Her eyes widened, taking in the tattoos that covered my chest and arms, not to mention the scars that marked much of the ugly parts of my life.

“This what you’ve been pushing for, little girl?” My voice rumbled low as my lips curved into a knowing smirk. It was time to focus on the future.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

I undid my belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a hiss as her gaze followed my every movement. Her breath hitched as I popped the button on my jeans, forcing me to tighten my mouth to keep from grinning. My pants hit the floor, leaving me in nothing but my briefs.

I grabbed myself as her gaze lingered on the bulge, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Fuck. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my dick.”

I crawled onto the bed, stalking her like a predator. Though she scooted back, her eyes never left mine. I grabbed her ankle, pulling her beneath me. She gasped, her hands flying up to grip my shoulders.

It was all I could do not to lean in and push my cock between those lush lips until I hit the back of her throat.

Instead, I dipped down, my mouth finding hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. She melted into me, her body pressing against mine.

I trailed kisses down her neck while my hands explored her body, making a fresh mental map of every single curve. She arched into my touch, her breath coming in soft gasps. She cried out when my mouth found one of her nipples, sucking and biting until she whimpered, her fingers twisting in my hair.

“JD,” she moaned, her body writhing beneath me.

I smiled against her skin, loving the sound of my name on her lips as I continued my exploration. Every inch of her skin received attention like it was sacred ground. She trembled as I trailed kisses down her stomach, her breath hitching as I grazed the top of her mound with my lips and teeth.

I looked up at her, our eyes locking. I could see the desire, the need in her gaze.

“Tell me you want this.” The words rumbled from my chest. I needed to hear her say it, to know she was with me every step of the way.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, JD. Please.”

With a smirk, I pressed my mouth to her tender flesh and delved deep with my tongue. She gasped, her hips bucking against me. I gripped her thighs, holding her in place as I explored her, my tongue circling her clit, teasing her entrance. She was so wet, so ready. I slid a finger inside her, then another, her searing heat making me groan.

Pleasure-filled sounds echoed off the walls as her body writhed. I felt the tension building as her muscles clenched around my fingers. I sucked her clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. She cried out, a sudden orgasm crashing over her. Watching her go rigid, her mouth forming a perfect little O of shock made me want to fucking fist pump or beat my chest or something. It was the best feeling in the world. And I didn’t let up, working her over and drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was a panting, trembling mess.

Eventually I lifted my head. As much as I wanted to feast on her forever, there was more fun to be had and more ways to send my baby girl into shock.

I kissed my way back up her body, honoring each of her scars, her breasts, her neck. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze sated and soft. I grinned, probably more feral than normal, before pressing a kiss to her lips. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of my face, her touch tender.

“JD,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I still need you. All of you.”

I closed my eyes, her words sinking into my skin, making desire burn through my veins. I wanted her too, more than anything. But I had to be sure. I needed to know she fully understood the magnitude of what it was she was asking for.

“Sasha,” I started, my voice carrying the weight of command—the same tone that brought hardened bikers to heel. “You know there’s no going back from this, right? I’m not playing anymore. Once you’re mine, you’re mine for good. That means the club, your safety, my rules, all of it.”

Her eyes flashed with that familiar fire I’d been fighting for two years. “I know what I’m choosing. I want everything too. I want you.”

I took a deep breath, my decision made. I stood up, pushing my boxer briefs down, my cock springing free. Her eyes widened, taking me in. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tearing it open with my teeth. I rolled it on, my eyes never leaving hers.

The mattress dipped as I positioned myself between her thighs. I leaned down, my lips molding to hers in a soft, tender kiss. My heart raced out of control as I reached down, guiding myself to her entrance. I paused, our eyes locking.

“Last chance to back out, baby girl.”

She smiled, her voice as steady and sure as ever. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, JD.”

I pushed into her, her heat enveloping me, her gasp filling my ears. For a second my mind blanked before a sudden realization truly hit me. I’m home. This is where I was meant to be. With Sasha. My Sasha. I started to move, our bodies finding a rhythm, her hips rising to meet mine.

“You feel that, pretty girl?” I growled, my voice rough with desire. I was losing my fucking mind. “That’s me claiming you. That’s me making you mine. This is never going to stop. You’ll be mine in every filthy way I can imagine. Day, night—fuck!”

She moaned, her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist. I thrusted harder, deeper, her body taking everything I gave. The bedframe creaked, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful stroke.

“You like that, don’t you?” I panted, my mouth against her ear. “You like it rough, Sasha. You like it dirty.”

She whimpered, her body trembling beneath me. Her muscles tightened around me, her orgasm building. I sat back, grabbing her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I pounded into her, my body slapping against hers, the sound filling the room.

“Look at you.” I grunted, my eyes raking over her. “Spread out wide for me, taking my cock like a perfect good girl.”

Her eyes flew open, her mouth forming that perfect ‘O’ again. I smirked, knowing I’d shocked her, also knowing she loved it. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, my teeth clashing against hers.

“That’s what you are, aren’t you, Sasha?” I murmured against her lips. “Daddy’s dirty little girl.” I pounded harder, almost brutal in my thrusts now.

She nodded, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I pushed us both harder, making sure she got the real me as my body coiled with tension. I was close, so close. But I needed her to come again. I needed to feel her clutching me as she fell apart around me.

I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, rough circles. She cried out, her body convulsing, an orgasm crashing over her. I didn’t let up, my fingers working her, my cock pounding into her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure for the both of us.

“That’s it, Sasha,” I growled, my voice hoarse with effort. “Come hard for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”

I felt Sasha’s body clenching around me, her orgasm subsiding, but I wasn’t done yet. Not even close. I slowed my thrusts, leaning down to kiss her, tasting her pleasure on her lips. She kissed me back, her body soft and pliant beneath mine.

“You really do like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you, sweetheart?” I murmured against her lips. She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I kissed her again, gentler this time, my heart swelling with an emotion I could no longer contain.

“You want to be Daddy’s good little girl every day, don’t you, Sasha?” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching. I could see the effect my words had on her, the thrill, the taboo, the sheer fucking dirtiness of it.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck. My cock jerked hard inside her, her words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. I started to move again, my thrusts slow and deep, my eyes locked onto hers.

“Say it again, Sasha,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “Say it again while I’m fucking you.”

She whimpered, her body trembling harder now. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice shaking with pleasure. “Please, please fuck me more.”

I groaned, my body coiling impossibly tight. My balls drew tight and my cock was ready to fucking burst. I wanted to come inside her, mark her, to claim her completely. But I needed her to come one more time, to scream my name as I filled her.

I canted my hips, using my hands as leverage to reach one more little spot. Her breath hitched, eyes going wide. “JD!” she screamed as I drove her just a little bit higher, pushing her towards that final edge.

“Come for me, Sasha,” I grunted, my voice strained with effort. “I want you to come so hard I’ll feel that tight squeeze for days. Come right now and show me how much you want this.”

She cried out, her body convulsing, as she lost complete and total control. I could feel her clenching around me, her wet heat flooding around me, that perfect bit of pleasure breaking the last of my restraint. All my reasons for keeping her at arm’s length were meaningless against the reality of her trust and her surrender. It was enough to—FUCK! I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrusted deep, my cock pulsing as I came, filling a goddamned condom instead of her.

“Fuck, Sasha,” I groaned, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I managed through clenched teeth.

She moaned, the sound so intense it rolled down my spine as her body trembled with aftershocks. I collapsed on top of her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Her heart raced, her chest heaving against mine. As much as I wanted to pin her like this to my bed forever, I had to be mindful of how much her body could take at once.

I rolled off her, disposing of the condom before pulling her into my arms, our bodies slick with sweat and sex. I grinned. Really slick. My baby was perfect.

“You’re mine now, Sasha,” I murmured, my voice soft but firm. “My perfect little good girl, and I’m never letting you go.”

She snuggled into me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I could feel her smile against my chest, her breath warm on my skin.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice filled with contentment and a hint of sass.

A barely there chuckle rolled through my chest. I was too tired and too overwhelmed to give her hell.

We laid there, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps all while I contemplated everything we’d been through. She snuggled tighter against me, her head resting on my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos. I could feel her heartbeat slowing, her body relaxing into mine.

“That was…” she started, her voice trailing off.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, it was.”

She tilted her head up, her eyes meeting mine. “What happens now, JD?”

I brushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Now, we take it one day at a time, sweetheart. We figure this out together.”

She nodded, her eyes searching mine. “Together,” she echoed, a small smile playing on her lips.

I pulled her closer, my arms tightening around her. The thought of almost losing her, of pushing her away time and again made my chest tight with regret. That shit ended right here. She was mine now, and I’d be damned if I let anything happen to her again.

“JD?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Promise me something?”

I looked down at her, my brows pulling tight. “What’s that?”

“Promise me you won’t shut me out again. This time it has to be different for both of us. Promise me we’ll face whatever comes next as a team.”

I took a deep breath, my gaze locked onto hers. “I promise,” I said, the words feeling a little like surrender and victory all at once. “But Sasha…” I tilted her chin up, needing her to really feel my words. “There will still be things I can’t tell you. Most of which have nothing to do with our relationship or you personally, other than you are far better off not knowing. Being with me means being part of my world. The danger doesn’t go away just because I admitted I need you.”

Her eyes softened. “I’ve been part of your world since the day I started dancing at the club. The only difference now is you’ll stop pretending you don’t care.”

While the weight of her words settled in my chest, I couldn’t let that slide. “I think we both knew there was a lot more to it than that. I spent all this time thinking distance would keep you safe.”

“Maybe,” she said with a sly smile on her face as she snuggled closer to my side. “But I’m too tired for semantics.”

I laughed, agreeing that we both needed rest. We had plenty of time in front of us to talk—or fuck.

Within minutes I felt her drifting off to sleep, her breathing evened out, and her heartbeat slowed. For the first time in years, a quiet peace settled over me. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my arms holding her tight. She fit perfectly there, like she was made for this.

Made for me .

As I settled in and tried to relax, I realized my bedroom felt different with her in it. It wasn’t just a fortress of solitude with every element in here designed to cater to my fight or run instincts.

She made it feel like a home. A sanctuary for the two of us where maybe I didn’t have to only be the president of a motorcycle club.

Her sudden soft snore brought a smile to my lips as I contemplated our future. I’d protect our life together, no matter what came next.

I was just starting to doze off when a sudden noise jolted me awake, my whole body going on high alert. I froze, straining to catch the faintest sound. There it was again. A soft knock at the door.

I slipped out of bed and pulled on my jeans. A glance back at Sasha showed her curled up under the covers, her eyes still closed. Not taking any chances with safety, I grabbed my gun from the nightstand, tucking it into the waistband of my pants.

If this wasn’t urgent, I was going to kill whoever stood outside that door.

I made my way through the quiet cabin, my steps silent, my senses sharper than ever. Irritation growing as I got closer to the door. I peered through the peephole, my brow pinching as I saw who stood on the other side. Fuck .

I wasn’t going to be able to shoot first. I unlocked the door, pulling it open.

“Axel,” I growled, my voice hard as steel. “This better be good.”