The Savage Outlaw (Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West #4)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

The Moral High Ground

E den fell asleep and Priest drove with intense eyes, the glow from the fancy dashboard lighting up his face. His right hand, white knuckled on the steering wheel, his movements as fluid as the SUV he drove.

Of all things, he thought about Fitz.

That fucking rat.

So much put into motion because of that rat . They hadn’t even figured out when to bring in Dr. Smile . At some point the rat ’s body was going to just call it quits and he was going to die. He didn’t deserve to die like that. To just curl up and wither and shake and shiver and beg for death.

Instead of handling Dr. Smile , here Priest was, driving to some cabin to get Eden out of her apartment. The club would handle Cody’s body. Darrow would paint a perfect story of movement to give some sense of logic for Cody’s sudden disappearance. Chances were nobody would really give a fuck that Cody was missing.

But .

Killing a member of another crew. That was a big deal. Priest then thought about Bram. That moronic prospect who was never going to make the cut. Instead of being told to go home, he got his head cut off by the Russians.

It felt like one war after another piled up. Including the sleeping war next to him. Eden was a war. A fight. A battle.

Priest checked the GPS and they were just a couple miles from the cabin. The last forty minutes had gone by faster than Priest realized. The next request from the GPS was a right turn, which took them from a smoothly paved road to a dirt road.

Priest took the turn slow. The SUV began to gently bounce. Eden sucked in a breath and her head popped up. She gasped and grabbed for her seat.

“We’re almost there, doll,” Priest said. “It’s still just me.”

She looked at him, terrified. Eden blinked fast, feeling a deep, searing fear that she had been kidnapped. A part of her mind unable to not explore what could have happened with Cody.

“Stay with me right here,” Priest said.

Eden took a deep breath. She looked forward. The light from the headlights bouncing off trees, the ground. Even with the high beams automatically turned on, it was still creepy to only see so much in front of her.

When the cabin came into view, Eden felt herself gently sighing. She couldn’t believe that just the night before she had gotten drunk—alone—and booked this cabin. A silly decision with implications of being alone or having Liv and Sophia join her. Right now with Priest was not on her list of uses for this cabin.

Her body ached for a variety of reasons. Her neck sore from sleeping sitting up in the passenger seat. Her lower half still feeling the effects of Priest’s powerful body. His hard thrusts. His deep thrusts .

She still couldn’t believe that…

Eden turned her head as Priest stopped the SUV.

“You okay?” Priest asked.

“Fuck,” Eden whispered. “Oh. Fuck.”

“What?”

Eden swung her right hand and slapped Priest across the face. The slap echoed inside the SUV. Eden opened the passenger door and jumped out, barefoot, hitting the ground. Rocks, pebbles, and sticks jammed into the bottoms of her feet. Priest’s eyes grew wide. A now pissed off beast, his cheek turning red.

“You’re married!” Eden cried out. “You’re fucking married! You’re married and you fucked me! You’re married and I let you fuck me! I can’t…”

Eden slammed the door and ran toward the cabin.

She fumbled for her phone to look up the information email about the cabin. There was a numeric lock on the door and she had been given her own code to get inside.

As soon as she opened the door and stepped inside, Priest caught up to her and grabbed her hair. He pulled Eden against his chest and slammed the door shut behind him. It was pitch black in the cabin and a little cool inside. Eden shivered and gasped for a breath.

“You’re begging to be tied up, doll. Fucking slapping me? Are you insane right now?”

“Do it,” Eden caught herself saying. “Tie me up, Priest. Whatever you want from me.”

Eden couldn’t believe what she just said. Fear trickled throughout her body, yet a deep sense of need was there as well. Urges she never felt before. She felt trapped yet safe. She was scared yet calm.

Priest growled and walked, dragging Eden next to him by her hair. They explored the dark cabin together, Priest finding the master bedroom, which was where he threw Eden down onto the bed.

Face down. His body pressed against hers. He grabbed her skinny right wrist and squeezed it. Hard.

“You want to take the moral high ground right now?” Priest growled. “Huh? You got everything you wanted and now you’re going to play this game? You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, doll.”

“Then make me understand. You’re married. Married .”

“Don’t fucking say that word.”

“I just did, Priest. You. Are. Married.”

Priest slapped his left hand against Eden’s ass. It wasn’t loud enough nor hard enough. He tore the blanket from her body. She still wore nothing but the T-shirt that she had on from her apartment. This time when Priest smacked Eden’s ass, it was skin to skin. It was loud.

Eden groaned. “What the fuck are we doing, Priest?”

“You’re going to fucking listen to me. You’re going to have your hands tied up and your mouth covered. And you’re going to fucking listen to me. Got it?”

Eden’s teeth chattered with both excitement and fear. And because the cabin was not warm at all. She nodded in the dark. She felt Priest’s huge, muscular body pinning her against the bed. She… liked it. A lot.

“Answer me,” Priest growled.

“Yes,” Eden purred.

“Louder, doll.”

“Yes!” Eden screamed.

Priest grabbed a pillow and shook the pillowcase off in seconds. He then balled up the silky pillowcase and stuffed as much as he could into Eden’s mouth.

“Don’t fucking move,” Priest ordered her as he moved from the bed.

In the dark, Priest shuffled around and opened a closet. There were clothes inside the closet. He felt around and pulled a long-sleeved shirt off a hanger. He then walked back to the bed and grabbed Eden’s wrists, placing them behind her back.

She groaned with her mouth full of a pillowcase. She felt Priest’s intense strength. He grunted as he wrapped the sleeves of the shirt around Eden’s wrists. Then he made a knot, tight but not too tight. Eden would be able to wiggle and pull at her wrists, but she would not be able to get free.

He stepped away from the bed and looked down at the silhouette of Eden’s body. Her bare ass. Her legs.

“Fuck,” Priest growled.

Eden groaned. To his left, Priest saw the stone fireplace. A nice touch for the master bedroom in the cabin. He stepped to the fireplace and saw a fresh stack of wood.

In the few minutes it took him to build a fire, Eden did not move. She watched Priest’s figure moving. The flicker of a spark to start the fire. Newspaper catching fire. Kindling stealing that fire, growing larger. Then came dancing light and welcomed heat. Priest rubbed his hands together and returned to the bed.

The way the fire flickered behind him, he looked more like the devil than he ever had before. Eden curled her toes. She pulled at her wrists and felt the shirt sleeves tied tight. She quickly breathed through her nose, feeling her heart racing a little. The urge to breathe through her mouth hit her hard but that was not an option.

Priest scooped Eden up into his arms and placed her right back on the bed, on her back. He pushed the T-shirt she wore up her body a little, showing off everything from her belly button on down.

“Open your legs, doll,” Priest growled. “Let me see that delicious cunt.”

Eden’s body started to shake. Her brain screamed to her that Priest was a married man. She needed to keep her legs shut. Closed tight. She needed to get out of this situation.

“I said to show me your beautiful cunt, doll,” Priest growled.

Eden blinked fast.

Priest moved closer to her. “Let me be very fucking clear here, Eden. You knew I was married when I was in the hospital. You met my fucking wife then. Yet you still fantasized about the size of my cock. And don’t say you didn’t. You knew I was married when I made my promise to you. You knew I was married when you showed up to the clubhouse looking for me. Looking to cash in on that promise I made. You knew I was married when I grabbed you, touched you, took you to my fucking bedroom, made you shower. You knew I was married when you watched me fuck that deecee . And you knew I was married when I fucked you the first time. And the second time. So why does it matter now?”

His hands touched Eden’s knees and pulled. Her legs opened and she groaned, thrusting her chest. Her heart pounded inside her chest.

“Look how fucking wet you are right now, doll,” Priest said.

He gazed upon her deep pink colored labia, already glistening against the light from the fire. He dipped a finger down between her legs, stroking her cunt. Eden thrust and slammed her knees shut against Priest’s forearm.

“I’m still touching you,” he growled. “Damn, doll, your clit is slick like a pearl.”

Priest’s middle finger rubbed fast, left to right on Eden’s clit. Eden jumped and wanted to grab for Priest’s hand, but she couldn’t. She then began to open and close her mouth, flexing her jaw, attempting to spit the silk pillowcase from her mouth.

That’s when Priest all but threw himself at her, pining her to the bed, his right hand between her legs, her knees still clenched tight together. Priest hovering an inch or two over her face.

“Your cunt is dripping for my touch,” Priest growled. “You want to be morally sound here? Should I get you dressed and take you to church? Want to confess your sins, doll? Is that it?”

Priest violently ripped his hand from between Eden’s legs. He touched Eden’s nose, leaving her wetness behind.

“Smell that sweetness, doll?” Priest asked. “That’s all you. Your warm honey. Delicious honey.”

Priest flicked his tongue against his fingertip. He moved his hand down toward Eden’s body again.

Oh… fuck… Eden groaned in her mind.

She couldn’t help herself. She hated herself that she opened her legs willingly. She wanted it. All of it. Even if it was wrong. Even if Priest was technically married.

When Priest touched her, Eden jumped and cried out, gagging on the silk pillowcase in her mouth. Priest curled his lip and slid two fingers deep into Eden’s cunt. He stroked with a come hither motion just a few times and that’s all it took to send Eden over the edge.

Her hips bucked and wiggled. Priest felt her clenching and he had no choice in the matter.

He needed to drink from Eden’s body.

Priest’s tongue circled Eden’s throbbing cunt and then he latched his mouth with force against her. Suckling her wet labia, moving his head up and down as she rocked her hips, her orgasm overrunning her body.

She wiggled and groaned, fighting against the resistance of her wrists tied together. Trying to make loud noises but the pillowcase in her mouth prevented it.

Priest grabbed her hips and kept her cunt against his mouth. He moved his shoulders under Eden’s legs, throwing her legs over them. She hooked her ankles together and if someone were to walk into the bedroom it would look like some kind of martial arts fight with Eden trying to choke Priest out.

His tongue darted into Eden’s cunt, feeling her clenching desire against him. Releasing his fierce grip on her hips, his hands darted up her shirt and moved over her tits, feeling her pebbled nipples slide against the palms of his hands.

Eden began to scream— a muffled scream —over and over. Seeking relief, wanting more pleasure, her body at the complete and total mercy of Priest’s desires.

When Priest pulled his mouth away, a wet kissing sound echoed throughout the bedroom. A piece of the firewood let out a loud popping sound. Sparks jumped and hurried up the flue.

Priest was then on his knees in front of Eden.

“Keep those fucking legs open, doll,” Priest ordered.

He touched his jeans and opened them. When he pushed them down and Eden saw his amazing cock spring free, she screamed again, wanting him. She waited to feel his thickness touch her and break her once again.

Priest reached with his left hand and touched Eden’s mouth.

“I’m going to take this out of your mouth,” Priest said in a deep voice.

He paused. He curled his lip.

“And then I’m going to fuck your throat.”