Chapter 5
Wrath
"I want to be your old lady."
I take her mouth in a kiss that's full of hunger and need and promise.
She melts against me, her hands fisting my shirt like she's afraid I'll disappear.
I back her against the door, press my hard cock into her stomach so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
She gasps, and I swallow the sound, deepening the kiss until she's clinging to my cut, making sweet, needy little noises that drive me out of my fucking mind.
When I break away, we're both breathing hard. Her lips are swollen, flushed dark pink. Her eyes filled with wonder.
"I've been holding back for three days, thinking about all the ways I want you." I turn her and walk her backward toward the bed. “Now I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk right.” I press her down onto the bed, covering her body with mine.
“Okay, but…” Color floods her face. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “But I've never—no one's ever—I’ve never…”
My forehead wrinkles. Is she saying what I think she is? I know she’s young. Skittish. “Never done what?”
“Anything, um…” The next word is so quiet I barely hear it, “…sexual.”
She’s a virgin. A fucking virgin. A virgin looking vulnerable and gorgeous and trusting against my sheets.
“Okay. I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. You’re not ready yet, baby.” I can’t even believe I’m saying this, but the last thing I want is for the first time I fuck my ol’ lady to be a gratitude fuck. “We’re gonna wait until you’re ready.”
“But I am ready. I want this. I want you." Her pupils are dilated, lips swollen. “Please. I-I swear I’m ready.” Her voice is almost pleading. And it’s cute how desperate she is.
“Shh… We do this my way." I rise and pull my cut off, dropping it on the chair. "I'm gonna take my time with you. Gonna learn every inch of you. And when I fuck you—and I am gonna fuck you eventually, baby—you're gonna scream my name loud enough the whole clubhouse hears it."
I kneel on the bed, crawl up her body. "No one's ever made you come before?"
She shakes her head.
I start with her mouth. Kiss her until she's panting, until her hands are fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. Then I move to her neck. When I find a spot below her ear that makes her gasp, I bite down gently before soothing it with my tongue.
“Wrath,” My name comes out breathy, wanting.
“Call me Rhett, baby. Say it. Let me hear you."
I strip off her tank top and unhook her bra. Her breasts are small, perfect, nipples already puckered. I take one in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her arch off the bed.
"Oh god."
"Not god, baby, Rhett.”
I work my way down her body—kissing, biting, marking her skin so tomorrow everyone will know exactly what we did tonight. By the time I get her jeans off, she's trembling, soaked through her panties.
I hook my fingers in her waistband, and drag them down her legs. She tries to close her thighs shyly, but I grip her knees and push them apart.
“That’s mine. My pussy. Don't hide it from me."
She's beautiful—pink and swollen and glistening for me. I spread her with my thumbs, lean in, and lick her from bottom to top.
She nearly comes off the bed, her back arching as a sharp cry rips from her throat. "Rhett!"
"That's it. Louder next time," I murmur against her slick folds, my voice rough with the effort of holding myself back. Fuck, she tastes like sin and salvation—sweet and salty, untouched and eager.
My cock throbs painfully in my jeans, straining against the zipper like it's got a mind of its own, but I ignore it. This isn't about me. Tonight is about her, about unraveling this broken angel thread by thread until she's screaming my name and begging for more.
Cami's hands fist the sheets as her thighs quiver on either side of my shoulders. Nineteen, untouched, mine to worship.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, slow and deliberate, feeling it pulse against me like a heartbeat.
She's so fucking responsive—every flick, every swirl draws a gasp or a whimper from her lips.
Her pussy clenches around nothing, weeping for attention, and I can see how empty she is, how desperate.
But I'm not rushing this. I want to savor every second, to learn her body the way I've been dying to explore it since the moment she stumbled into my life.
"Rhett...oh God, that feels..." Her words trail off into a moan as I suck her clit between my lips, gentle at first, then harder, grazing it with my teeth just enough to make her hips buck wildly.
"Feels what, baby?" I pull back to watch her face, my breath fanning over her wet skin. Her cheeks are flushed pink, eyes glassy with need, lips parted as she pants. She's a vision—my angel. "Tell me. I want to hear every filthy thought in your pretty head."
She bites her lip, hesitation flickering in her eyes, but the fire building inside her wins out. "It feels...so good. Please, don't stop."
Fuck, that innocence in her voice nearly undoes me.
I dive back in with renewed hunger. My tongue delves deeper this time, thrusting into her tight pussy as far as it can go, tasting her deeper, feeling her walls flutter around the intrusion.
She's so goddamn tight—virginal and perfect, clenching greedily like she wants to pull me inside and never let go. But I won't. Not yet.
I add a finger, sliding it slowly along her slit, then pressing it against her opening. "Relax for me, Cami. Just breathe. I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good."
She nods frantically, her small hands reaching down to thread through my hair, tugging just hard enough to send sparks down my spine. "I trust you, Rhett."
Those words hit me like a punch to the gut.
Trust. A gift I don't deserve. But I'll be damned if I won't earn it.
I push my finger inside her, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me—hot, velvet walls gripping like a vice.
She's soaking, her arousal coating my hand, dripping.
I curl my finger upward, searching for that spot that will make her see stars, and when I find it, she cries out, her whole body seizing.
“Oh, fuck, Rhett!"
Hearing her curse like that—my sweet angel, swearing as I finger-fuck her—it's the hottest thing I've ever witnessed.
I add a second finger, stretching her wider, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm while my tongue lashes her clit without mercy.
Her hips rock against my face, chasing the pleasure, her breaths coming in ragged sobs.
"You're so wet for me, angel. Dripping all over my hand. This pretty little pussy was made for me, wasn't it?" I rasp the words against her, the vibration making her whimper louder. My free hand grips her thigh, holding her open.
"Rhett...it's too much...I think...I think I'm gonna..." Her voice breaks on a sob, her body tensing like a bowstring.
"Come for me, baby. Let go. Scream my name so the whole fucking clubhouse knows who makes you feel this good." I suck her clit hard, my fingers thrusting deeper, faster, hitting that spot over and over until she explodes.
Her orgasm hits her like a thunderstorm, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as waves of pleasure rip through her.
She screams, just like I ordered, her voice echoing off the walls of my room. Her thighs clamp around my head, her body shaking violently, juices flooding my mouth as I lap at her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until she's limp and gasping.
I ease my fingers out slowly, watching as her pussy flutters, pink and swollen, glistening with her release and my saliva.
Beautiful. Mine. I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, then another, trailing up to her hip as I crawl back up her body.
My cock is rock-hard, aching to be freed, pre-cum soaking through my jeans, but I shove the need down deep.
Tonight is for her, and I'll be damned if I steal her focus.
Cami's eyes flutter open, dazed and sated, a shy smile curving her lips as she reaches for me. "That was...incredible. I had no idea it could feel like that."
I chuckle, low and rough, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"That's just the beginning, angel. You've got no idea what dirty and depraved things I have planned for you.
" I lean down, capturing her mouth in a deep, sensuous kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She moans into it boldly, her small hands exploring my chest.
But as her fingers dip lower, toward my belt, I catch her wrist gently but firmly. "Not tonight."
Her brow furrows, confusion mixing with lingering lust in her green eyes. "But...you didn't...I want to make you feel good too."
The offer nearly breaks me. My cock jumps at the thought of her innocent mouth and hands on me, but I shake my head, pulling her hand to my lips to kiss her knuckles.
"I know, baby. And fuck, I want that more than you know. But this is about you. Learning your body, showing you what it means to be pleasured without strings or pain. We take this slow. When I finally claim you fully, it'll be right—when you're ready, and when you’re officially my ol’ lady.”
She searches my face, vulnerability shining in her eyes, but nods slowly. "Okay. Thank you. For being so... No one's ever..."
Her voice cracks, and I know what she’s not saying. No one's ever put her first. Treated her like something precious. Rage simmers in my gut at the thought of whoever’s hurt her.
"Shh. I've got you." I tuck her against my chest, her soft curves molding to my harder frame, her heartbeat slowing against mine.
At thirty-eight, I've lived a life of blood and bullets.
But Cami...she's a light in my darkness.
Her sweetness, her innocence makes me want to be better. Or at least, better for her.
My cock finally starts to soften as we lie there in the dark. Her breathing evens out and I think she's asleep when she speaks.
"Tell me about yourself. Something personal that not everyone knows.”
The question catches me off guard. But I sense the need for emotional closeness.
“What do you want to know?”
“How did you grow up? What was your childhood like?”
“Never knew my father. My mother was an addict. Sold herself to feed the habit. I watched her waste away for years." My throat tightens. "Found her dead when I was twelve. OD'd in the bathroom. She’d been dead for hours by the time I got home from school."
Her arms tighten around me. "I'm sorry."
"Foster care after that. Five different homes in six years. Learned real quick how to read people, how to see trouble coming, how to protect myself." I pause. “Found the club at seventeen. They took me in. Gave me a family. A purpose."
"And now you protect people."
"Now I protect what's mine." I press my lips to her temple and kiss her softly. “Your turn to spill.”
She's quiet for a moment. "My father drank. When he drank, he got mean—mostly to me. My mother never stopped him. Never protected me." Her voice goes flat. "Sometimes I think she was relieved it was me instead of her."
White-hot rage floods my chest. "Where is he now?"
"I don't know. I called the cops when I was seventeen. They arrested him, but nothing ever came of it." She presses her face against my chest. "Haven't seen them since."
"Good. If I ever see either of them, I'll make sure they pay.”
She doesn't ask what I mean. She knows.
We lie like that for what feels like hours, my hand stroking her back in lazy circles as she drifts toward sleep. But my mind races. This obsession I have with her—it's humbling. Terrifying.
"You're safe, angel," I whisper into her hair, even as she sleeps. "No one will touch you. Not while I'm still breathing.”