Chapter 22
Diesel pulled her motorcycle into the garage, making sure to make room for Viper’s chopper to pull in next to hers. Taking her helmet off, she stood by her bike while she waited for Viper to dismount.
“Who’s watching nearby?” Diesel asked, looking out into the night.
“Houston and Kermit are tonight.” Viper answered, taking Diesel’s keys out of her hands to open the door into the house.
Hitting the button to close the garage door, Diesel followed Viper into the house. “Why don’t you take a shower. I’ll find the first aid kit and take care of your hands afterwards.”
She watched as Viper went into the kitchen, going to the fridge and pulled out ice from the freezer. Putting the ice into a towel, he placed it on his hand while he one handedly went about pouring a glass of whiskey and downing it in one gulp.
“Are you okay?” Diesel hesitantly asked, continuing to watch Viper.
She jumped when Viper threw the empty glass across the room. She stood her ground, thought everything in her fought to shrink and step back when Viper glared at her from where he stood. Anger shining clearly in his eyes.
“Do you women think the danger you were in tonight was fucking joke? Do you not realize how fucking close you all came to either getting killed, raped or being the latest victims of those fucking morons?” Viper spewed, glaring at Diesel, his breathing coming in hard and fast.
“We knew you were there. We wouldn’t have done what we did if we didn’t think you guys would have had our backs!” Diesel fired back, stepping up to Viper, going toe to toe with him.
Diesel’s breath caught when Viper gripped her by the neck and walked her backwards until she hit the wall. She kept eye contact with him the whole time, battling back her fear, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her.
“You deliberately put yourself and your teammates in danger. Do you honestly think those men would have cared you belonged to me or that you’re a cop? That alone gives them bragging rights for taking every single one of you down.”
“Dean…” Diesel said, her voice holding firm, holding his gaze as her hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand holding her throat. “I knew you were out there. Lindsey saw you guys getting into position. That’s the only reason we did what we did. One of the guys caught movement. We were afraid you boys were going to get noticed so we put ourselves out there to protect you. We had reinforcement on the way as well.”
“They could have still hurt you before I was able to get to you. Seeing you down there, Highlander had to literally talk me down. I know you can handle yourself, but damn it, Cheryl, they could have hurt you and I couldn’t have done anything to stop it!”
It suddenly dawned on Diesel what the problem was. Viper had been scared shitless. It didn’t make sense to her why he was scared as hell where she was concerned. She wasn’t used to it.
“Dean, I’m ok. I knew you were out there, and nothing could have happened to me because you were there.”
Diesel attempted to lean forward, but Viper squeezed her neck slightly, letting her know he was holding on by a thread. Risking everything, she took her hand not holding Viper’s wrist and touched his cheek, rubbing her thumb back and forth, soothing him as she continued to hold eye contact with him.
Diesel didn’t have a chance to catch her breath when Viper growled deeply in his chest before he leaned forward and slammed his lips onto hers, pinning her to the wall with his body, keeping his hand on her throat, controlling every aspect of her body.
Diesel couldn’t help but whimper slightly when he pulled back, hand and all, glaring at her. Before she could even comprehend what he was doing, he reached out, grabbing her shirt and ripping it down the middle.
“Get your pants off unless you want me to cut them off. Now!” Viper demanded as he watched her movements.
Diesel did exactly that. She knew he was ready to strike. Oh, not to harm her or frighten her. He needed control to gain his ground. He was all alpha and tonight his control was taken from him when she and her team did their stunt. Everything in her wanted to fight, be a royal brat, but now wasn’t the time to test him. Not when he was on the edge.
Once she’d shed her clothing, she stood before Viper buck ass naked, while his eyes burned her skin as he looked over every square inch of her body. She was feeling vulnerable, with the fact she was naked, and he was still clothed, from head to toe.
Diesel gasped out loud, gripping Viper’s forearm when he reached out and gripped her throat in his hand again, moving her from the wall in the kitchen towards her living room, his eyes staying glued to her. No words spoken. It was as if he dared her to say something or do something that would make him snap. She knew, with even more certainty now, that he was teetering on a thin wire that was ready to jostle him off at the slightest wrong move.
When Diesel felt the back of the sofa against her back, she moved her hands behind her to grip the top of the couch. Keeping her eyes focused on his, she held her breath when Viper leaned down and bruised her lips with his. The kiss being hard, rough and hungry. She wanted to scream with the fact he wasn’t touching her, other than his hand on her throat. Damn the man was infuriating.
She couldn’t help but let a small whimper out when he pulled away, biting down slightly on her lower lip, pulling it with him as he pulled back. The whimper wasn’t because of the sting of the bite or the tugging of her lip. No, her whimper was because the damn man stopped kissing her like he could literally devour her in one damn bite. Asshole.
Once Viper let her lip go, he moved her from the back of the couch over towards the arm, turning her around, his arm coming around, his hand regripping her throat as his free hand roamed from her stomach to her breasts, pinching her nipples hard as his front pasted itself to her backside. No space between them now.
Reaching behind her, she gripped his hips as if pleading for him to end her torture. She needed him and hated him at the same time. The not knowing what he had planned, the anticipation of what was to come yet fear that she pushed the man too far and he was going to punish her, wickedly.
“I want to erase every memory you have of those mother fuckers and replace it with memories of me. You don’t know how badly I want to bend you over this couch right now, fuck your pussy as hard as I can, letting my cock get soaked in your pussy juice before I slide my cock deep in your sexy fucking ass and own it. I won’t take your ass the way I want to, because I know that’s a hard limit for you. I am going to own that fucking pussy of yours. I’m going to fuck it hard. You’ll feel my cock buried in there for days to come. While I’m doing that, I will spank your ass nice and red.”
Viper growled into her ear, pinching her nipples, before letting his hand roam between her breasts, then down to her soaking wet pussy, already dripping just from his words alone. Her knees threatened to buckle when he skimmed her needy clit, going straight to her core, twirling his fingers in and out of her, making her cry out in frustration.
“I’m not giving you my mouth tonight. You didn’t earn my tongue. But you will get my cock.”
“Make me forget, Dean.” Diesel pleaded softly. “Replace their memory with yours. Show me how it should feel!”
She was afraid she’d gone too far when Viper stilled behind her. His breathing stilled just like his hand did. When he didn’t say or do anything after several seconds, she started to pull away, only to be held still by his hands holding her in place.
“Be sure, Cheryl. Be very sure. I’m on the fucking edge right now. I can’t promise to be gentle.”
Diesel leaned her head back onto Viper’s shoulder, doing her best to look up into his eyes so he could see how serious she was. When his eyes locked onto hers, she reached up with one of her hands to touch the side of his jaw.
“Please! I want you to own me. Body and soul. No matter how hard I fight it, you already have my heart.”
Diesel’s body vibrated when Viper let out a body shuddering growl from his throat as he swooped down and kissed her. It was hard, passionate, fiery, consuming, everything!
Diesel had no time to think, breathe or react when Viper ended the kiss, and bent her over the couch. When his hand connected to her ass, her body went up in flames. Her first thought was ‘mother fucker smacked my ass’, while her second thought was, ‘holy shit, clean up on isle three’.
Before she could say something about the ass smack, she felt him at her back. One hand in the middle of her back, the other rubbing over her ass cheek he’d just sent up in flames. When his hand curled around her shoulder, all pretense of reprieve was over. Diesel had no warning when she felt Viper’s cock demand entrance to her already soaking wet pussy.
Viper didn’t even give her a chance to adjust to his cock when he went on a rampage of owning her pussy, inside and out. There was no finesse, no holding back. It was pure ownership of her body, her pussy, her soul.
Diesel let out a whimper when Viper gripped her hair in his hand as he used his other hand to grip her throat again to pull her slightly back to him as he leaned down to cover her back. She groaned when he bit her jaw at the same time he let out another low growl that made her pussy juice flow even more. Fuck this man made her walls crumble even more. Without even trying, he’d broken down the concrete wall she’d constructed around her heart and her mind. He masterfully owned her. What. The. Fuck!
“Spread your legs more.” Viper growled into her ear as he thrust into her pussy hard.
Diesel did what she could to accommodate his demand, gripping onto the edge of the cushion and the arm of the couch for balance. The movement kept her out of balance. She knew Viper wouldn’t let her fall with the hold he had on her.
When Viper, again, descended on her lips, stealing the air she breathed from her lungs, she cocked her ass, sending his cock deeper, making them both groan in pleasure. Just when she thought she would pass out from lack of oxygen, Viper broke the kiss and moved back.
She felt his hand tighten its grip in her hair at the same time he gripped her hip with this other hand and started pounding his cock into his pussy. Diesel knew he meant business when he said he was going to own her pussy, inside and out apparently.
“Fuck! Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet. It’s like it can’t get enough of my cock.” Viper panted with each thrust, never losing stride.
Diesel couldn’t respond. All she could do was hold on for dear life and pray to whatever God there was that it didn’t end soon because he was hitting all the right spots. She was about to go over the edge.
Bending further over the couch to cock her ass a little more seemed to do the trick. When Viper plowed into her pussy, hard and deep, she came hard and fast, screaming his name as she clawed the couch. She’d never came like that before in her life.