Killa
Hunter goes into our tattoo shop while I watch her from the shadows.
She’s laughing with Jolie, a sweet woman who’s tried more than once to get into every club brother’s pants.
The woman should come with a big warning sign.
She’s screaming out for a baby daddy for all those kids of hers, but thankfully, not a damn one of us is dumb enough to go there.
After Savage got caught and put a cut on the back of his bitch of an ol’ lady, the only other club brother to be dumb enough to knock someone up was barely out of diapers himself when it happened.
We all saw how much he struggled when one Christmas he got more than he bargained for from Santa’s little helper—a screaming baby nobody knew what to do with.
Hell, having a baby dumped on you as a teen, no wonder he barely has any kind of relationship with his son now.
They can’t stand each other at the best of times.
We all definitely got the memo from that—wrap it before you tap it—and not once have I forgotten, no matter how much I want to sample some bare pussy.
My mind wanders to the little demon across the road; I bet her pussy is tight. I wonder if she’d cry out as I push inside her, if she’d beg me for more, beg for me to stop as I stretch her over my thick length.
I’d make her cry for me, scream my name from her pouty lips as she pleads for me to stop while her pussy tells me otherwise. I’d wrap my hand around her throat, bruising, bringing her right to the edge but not allowing her to go over. Her crimes would be punished by withholding her pleasure.
Then I’d pull my cock out of her dripping pussy and shove it so far down her throat she’d gag and gasp for a breath I wouldn’t allow her to take.
She’d barely be able to speak; she would be raw for a month, and her lips would be so bruised there’d be no disguising the fact a man had taken his hate out on her mouth with his cock.
Flicking my joint to the ground, I readjust my thickening length with a grumble. “Fuckin’ Little Demon is a cock tease and doesn’t even know it.”
She throws open the diner door with a smile lighting up her face, unaware of me watching her every move and the hatred rolling off me.
Crossing the road, she heads toward me, so I push off the wall and straighten, ready to pounce.
A thrill zips up my spine. “Showtime, Little Demon.”
Her footing wavers as she approaches, and it isn’t until she casts those emerald eyes up toward mine that her smile slips, and my heart skips a beat.
“Miss me?” I smirk.
“What do you want?” she asks, with a bite to her tone that shocks me.
The Unholy Savages have a reputation around here, and though she’s new to town, I’m sure she’s heard about us before, and with my six feet, three inches and solid, tattooed build, I’m confident in my ability to intimidate anyone, especially a young woman.
I step forward, so she takes a step back, and excitement rushes through my bloodstream, spiking my pulse and setting my body alive with each calculated step she takes toward the alleyway.
As soon as she’s off the sidewalk, her back hits the brick wall, her eyes widen, and she gulps. I cage her in, resting my arms above her head. She tilts her head back to peer up at me, and the difference in our height is a stark reminder of the power imbalance, something I delight in.
“Tut, tut, Little Demon. Did nobody ever tell you to be careful around strangers?”
She jolts, and her pretty face pales. Her eyes close as if it pains her to keep them open, using this reaction to guard herself.
Something cold slithers up my spine, diminishing any excitement I felt only moments ago, and confusion takes over me. Why the hell do I not like the thoughts of her being freaked out at my attention?
I grit my teeth, unable to allow myself to delve into that thought deeper, and grip her hips, spinning her to face the wall, then push forward with my plan.
Her cheek brushes the exposed bricks, and I step closer until her back is against my chest. Her scent, a peachy smell, is something I relish.
“I hope you’re ready for me, Little Demon.
” I nuzzle into her neck and make a show of breathing her in.
Goosebumps break out over her bronzed skin, and my cock takes notice, springing to life in an instant.
One of my hands toys with the strands of her silky hair while the other balls into a fist to stop myself from doing her harm.
I grind my hard length against her back, and she surprises me again by not making a single move. She doesn’t push me away; she doesn’t use her smart mouth to scream for help. Nope, she remains silent and still.
“Do you like fuckin’ strangers?” My words unsettle something inside me, but I choose to ignore it and indulge in my fantasy. “You want this thick cock inside your little pussy?”
Her breath hitches and her eyes flare.
“Yeah …” I grind my cock against her ass. “You want that, don’t you?”
As her cheeks flood with heat, delight shoots up my spine. I drag my nose down the column of her throat, itching to sink my teeth into her neck.
“I’m going to fuck that little throat of yours raw, Little Demon.
” I place a kiss on her exposed collarbone.
“But not before I get my answers.” Without further warning, I sink my teeth into her flesh, causing her to cry out.
I suck her skin into my mouth and delight in the copper bursting on my tongue, and when I pull back, her eyes are wide.
Then I step away from her, leaving her breathless.
Swiping the blood on my lips away with my thumb, I make a show of sucking it into my mouth, all while she’s panting with wide eyes.
A sadistic chuckle leaves me at the way she clings to the wall as if it’s keeping her upright.
“Sleep with one eye open, Little Demon; this savage is one hell of a killer.”