8. Ash
Ash
Ineed to take a deep breath and let some of my fury out. The colour red palpates across my eyesight as I take in my angel, prone to me. My gun pressed to the back of her head. She freezes, fear so strong I can almost taste it.
I’m fucking furious.
Three of my men were killed today. A bomb was planted at another club downtown that went off.
The deaths were horrific; body parts and blood scattered everywhere.
Kai and Kaleb were the only ones who seemed unaffected, with the rest of the men who came with us either heaving their guts up or walking out. It was sickening.
And I’m angry at my angel. She’s distracted me from my work, and I don’t like it. I’ve been justifying this weird obsession by telling myself it’ll get me closer to Howard Dally, but deep down I know it’s not true.
There is something so intoxicating about her. The way she fucking smells. The way she fucking cries. The way she’s just so fucking perfect, it infuriates me. Just watching her in that bar with her silky shirts and her tight skirts and the heels that stand so tall; she doesn’t belong in my world.
But here she is, her cunt dripping after I chased her through this empty, dark place, her needy body literally begging me to take her.
Maybe this is what I need. Maybe I just need to take her here and now, rough and hard. And get her the fuck out of my system. Then I can focus on what is important; Not letting another one of my men die like that. My only other option is killing her. And I’ll do it if that’s what must be done.
Grinding my teeth, images of blood and gore filter back into my mind.
I should’ve been the one attending that meeting.
Instead, I was watching the angel, taunting her while she reported me to the police, knowing she’d get nowhere with it.
She needs to go. She will never be a part of the Devils and my world.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun now.
“Stop,” she whimpers as I glide my hands over her soft ass.
I hook a finger into her soaking wet panties and rip them off with an easy little tug, bearing her swollen, juicy cunt to me.
“Fuck,” I groan as I bring my hand down onto her ass with a loud clap. No pussy should look that perfect.
Her pretty face twists, trying to dislodge the butt of my gun from her skull, frightened eyes searching mine over her shoulder. So wide and dark. Gripping my gun tightly, I slide it to her temple, watching in fascination as she squeezes her eyes shut in pure terror. Yet, she seems calmer.
“Open those pretty eyes for me,” I murmur, pushing the metal down her cheeks, over her puffy lips and into her parted mouth.
Her eyes open, widening in fear as she cries out and tries to wriggle free, but my spare hand is pushing down on her back in a punishing way.
Leaning down, my teeth nip her ear, and I chuckle when her cry begins to sound more like a moan. “Angel...” I whisper, my voice low with a cocktail of fury, bloodlust, and hunger. “Did you play with this sweet little pussy, thinking about me, after that day?”
Her head shakes, knocking into my gun. My smile is so wide, my cheeks ache.
“Liar.”
The air is frigid around us, mist forming in the pitch-black, moonless night. Yet, I’ve never felt so hot. Small hands grapple with the ground, trying to find purchase, eyes trying to stay on my weapon.
As soon as I remove the weapon from her mouth and aim it to the side of her face, she cries. “What do you want?” She pleads. “Money? I can give you money... As much as you want.”
My responding laugh is bitter. Money. Sounding like a true Dally. I shove the gun harder into her cheek with a growl.
“I don’t want your dirty money, Angel.” She whimpers at the tone of my voice, no longer playful.
“This might be hard for you to understand, growing up with a silver spoon in your mouth and all... There is more to life than money...” My fingers trace the curve of her ass before sinking three at once into her wet heat.
The way her back arches as she screams out is perfect. “Like this sopping wet cunt.”
She can beg and cry and swear she doesn’t want this, but I know she’s a liar. She just doesn’t want to come to terms that she is a perverted little thing who fucking loves being taken.
But I’ll go along with the story tonight.
Quickly, I place my gun back in its sheath, freeing my hand to reach down and grab a fistful of her soft, blonde strands and grip tight, fingers still fucking her roughly. The sounds of her squelching around them have my cock rigid in my pants, as well as the echoes of her whimpers and cries.
When I pull them out, they are glistening with her arousal. My fist remains around her hair, holding her in place as I work my buckle open. The sound sinks into her, made obvious by the way she tries to fight me again, realising what is about to happen.
“Shhh, Angel,” I whisper, gripping my aching cock hard, lining my head against her wet slit.
Slamming into her with no warning, she makes an animalistic sound, her eyes screwed shut in pain and need as I begin taking her at a vicious pace.
I’ve already been so patient. So I will not take my time with her.
“God, fuck,” I growl, my irritation only growing at how perfect she feels. How good she is taking me. It would be easier if I felt nothing. But I feel everything right now. “This pussy is fucking perfect. So tight and warm, God fucking dammit.”
She whimpers as her body jolts, over and over, from the impact of my hips hitting her ass.
The way her cheeks move is poetry. My eyes scan her up and down.
To the way her hands are balled into tight fists.
To the way her mouth is parted slightly as she moans.
Her body is taut, so close to falling over an edge I know she won’t want to cross.
Unfortunately for her, she won’t get a choice.
Her pussy flutters over my cock and I hiss through my teeth. “What a sinful angel you are... all needy and desperate for a devil.”
Glazed eyes blink back at me over her shoulder; her face twisted in pleasure. Nothing has ever looked as beautiful as she looks right now, sprawled on the ground and at my mercy.
“Good girl, Angel,” I coo as I slide my hand down her waist, collecting her silk blouse with it.
Reaching around her, I roughly squeeze her tits, perfect little handfuls that I’d bet taste fucking perfect in my mouth.
“I wonder what people would think if they saw what a little whore you turn into for me? What would daddy dearest say about you dripping for a devil like me?”
I smile, already knowing the answer. He’d fucking hate it with every fibre in his corrupt being.
Her whimpers turn into moans as I feel her entire body shake.
The pain has turned into pleasure, and her cunt starts spasming around my cock.
One of her dainty, little hands reaches behind her and when it grips my hand, my hips falter.
The movement is too sweet, too intimate.
It has my mind emptying of all other thoughts.
I squeeze hers back, my gut feeling tight.
The air rushes out of my lungs as I continue to fuck her hard. “Come on your Devil’s cock, Angel,” I breathe. “Fucking come like the needy little thing you are.”
I let go of her hair and grip her hips in both hands, squeezing painfully tight as I pull her on and off my cock. The salacious sound of skin slapping skin fills the empty space. Stretching her pussy, she falls apart underneath me, in the dirt.
The feeling of her body spasming and shaking beneath me shatters something in me, watching this uptight, sheltered girl give in to her base animal instincts.
She’s still trembling, coming apart, as I pull out of her, flipping her onto her back. She’s light as a feather, and I have her sprawled out on her back in seconds, blonde hair fanned out like a halo. Fitting.
Her hands push at my chest, but it’s a weak attempt; her body too spent to really put up a fight. Crawling over her so that I’m straddling her chest, I fist my cock, wet and slippery with her arousal.
My eyes bore into hers; my smile is sadistic, wide and unrelenting as her wide, dazed brown eyes look back at me from below. They flick from me to my cock, which is just inches from her mouth, bobbing as I work it with the palm of my hand.
Throwing my head back, I let out a growl of pleasure, my heart beating against my chest. “Fuck, yes, Angel. I’m gonna come all over your pretty face. Make you dirty, like me.”
When I look back down at her, her bottom lip is stuck between her teeth as she bites down hard on it. Hard enough that a small dot of blood forms. Like an angel, she’s too perfect. Too pure and too clean. And like a devil, I’m too dirty. Too wrong and too wicked.
And for one tiny moment, my head clears of everything but her.
The horrifying day the Devils experienced isn’t flashing in my mind.
The mangled bodies of my brothers aren’t right behind my eyes.
The people who are still with me, relying on me to save them from the outcome my brothers endured, the pressure on my shoulders as their leader. For the smallest moment, it’s gone.
In its place is a coddled, pampered girl from the other end of the city. The part that’s made of the same shit, just covered in diamonds to hide its filth. Yet with the blood trickling down her lip, and her eyes staring hungrily at the shiny head of my cock, she looks different.
I squeeze my palm harder around my cock, reaching with my other hand to grip my gun. Her eyes widen again when she sees it, and her fear is palpable. It’s the most beautiful tasting fear.
“Suck it,” I demand, placing the barrel against her forehead. Her shaky breath hisses out of her as her eyes fall shut. “And open those pretty eyes for me, Angel,” I croon. “I want you to watch when I paint your face white.”
A heavy tear falls down the side of her face when her eyelids flutter open and I shove the fat tip of my cock past her pillowy lips.
“Suck it like I know you want to,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
And she does. All I give her is the tip, and she suckles on it like the good little thing she is.
It makes my eyes roll into my head and my balls draw up close, ready to blow.
I continue stroking my cock, my breath sawing in and out of me, forming a cloud past my lips.
My groans slip out, ragged and raw. Her lips are fucking heaven, and when her tongue timidly swipes at the little divot, I see stars.
Just before I fall off the edge, I pull out of her mouth, working my cock fast. Dizziness overtakes me when I come, spilling ropes of cum onto her perfect, pretty face. It drips down her cheeks and onto her lips, shiny, sticky drops covering her.
My aim was to make her dirty. To mark her. But it’s done the opposite. She looks even more beautiful. And it brings back my irritation. I have too much going on to be feeling this way about a sweet little angel.
Now that she’s come down from the high and the adrenaline has worn off, her eyes droop with tiredness. With a stony expression, I stand, zipping myself back up, scooping her limp body off the ground.
She’s silent as I walk us back through the darkness, her eyes shut, and arms wrapped around herself.
I would almost think she’s asleep if it weren’t for the way her lashes flutter and her bottom lip trembles.
My cum dries on her face, the way I wanted it to.
When I place her in the front seat of her half a million-dollar car, her eyes won’t meet mine.
But I’m too distracted to care. I have revenge to plan and dead to bury.
Yet, I slink into the shadows and wait for her to gather herself.
I watch her drive off and wait until the lights of her car fade into nothingness.
Where she will go back to her penthouse apartment with its sparkling white shower, where she will wash off every trace of me before lathering herself in expensive lotion.
And I’ll hop on my bullet-marked bike back to my rundown club bar, where blood won’t budge from our skin, no matter how hard we scrub. Where our enemies don’t take rest days and are already planning their next hit.
Where my family awaits.