Kinsley
Igasp at the harshness of the kiss as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. His hand glides into my hair and he tugs, pulling me into his body even
more.
I should push him away. I should tell him to get lost after the pain of him letting me go the last time we were in this position. Instead, I cling to him, finally having something I want for once in my life. I give in to the kiss and let him take me places I’ve never experienced.
He pulls away from me and I tense. God, not again.
My heart rhythm picks up and races unlike it’s ever done before.
I look at him, waiting, watching for the moment he breaks my heart yet again.
His warm blue eyes are filled with a swirl of intense emotions, and his chest is heaving much like mine.
But it’s the determined look on his face that has me holding my breath.
“Mine, Kinsley. You’re fuckin’ mine.”
We crash against each other in a fury of lips, tongue, and teeth, wanting to give in to the temptation that has had us in its clasp since the moment we met.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Darlin’,” he grunts as he pulls back from me.
I still for a second. Can I do this? Can I really give myself over to this man, someone I don’t really know? But the possessive look on his face, which is matched by the lust he has, gives me my answer. Yes.
Yes, I fucking can. Today, I’m finally going to do what I want to do. I’m going to live for myself and get what I want, even if it is only for one time. I want Stag more than I should, but I’ll be damned if I’m walking away.
“Your room,” I tell him, wanting this for just our eyes only. God knows who’ll come out while we’re in the midst of fucking. I sure as hell don’t want my brother or father discovering what we’re doing.
He heaves in a breath. “Go,” he instructs. “Get your ass inside, Princess.”
Shivers run through my body. I take a step closer to him, lean up on my tiptoes, and press my lips against his. “Don’t keep me waiting,” I whisper as I flick my tongue out against his bottom lip.
“Oh, Darlin’, you don’t have to fuckin’ worry about that. Just get your ass up those stairs, strip down naked, and lie on my bed. I want you ready for me.”
Oh my god. Why the hell do I find that so damn hot?
I don’t say a word, just turn on my heel and move back toward the clubhouse. I weave my way through the throngs of people. Thankfully, everyone is already buzzed so they don’t notice me. I race up the stairs, eager to get to Stag’s room.
As soon as I enter it, I feel a sense of calm hit me. It’s unlike the room back at the Disciples’ clubhouse, or even the house I’m staying in now. It’s peaceful. Homey. I feel safe here.
Footsteps sound, and I strip out of my dress and panties. I wasn’t wearing a bra, didn’t need to with the dress I was wearing. I climb onto the bed, my knees sinking into the mattress and my ass in the air. The door opens and I turn my head to see Stag walking in, his gaze firmly on me.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “There’s not a fuckin’ chance in hell of either of us are gettin’ any sleep tonight.”
I grin widely at him. “You standing there all night?” His hands go to his pants and he unsnaps his button.
“Darlin’, I can see how fucking soaked you are already. You think I’m gonna stand here and not taste that pussy juice of yours?” He shakes his head. “Head down, ass in the air,” he instructs me.
My breath hitches at his words, but I do as instructed. I lay my cheek against the bedsheets and inhale deeply. Stag. That’s all I smell. The burnt wood and tobacco. God, I love that scent.
My body hums with anticipation. The sound of his jeans hitting the floor has me shivering.
There’s not an ounce of fear as I wait for him to come to me.
It’s just sheer excitement and want. This is a feeling I’ve never experienced before.
It’s something I hadn’t expected. After what the Disciples have done to me, I’d assumed that I was broken.
Then Stag came along. He’s making me want a life I know isn’t possible.
He’s making me crave something I can’t have.
But tonight, I’m allowing myself to have something I truly want. A tiny piece of happiness.
My breath catches as I feel the heat of his breath against my skin.
His fingers grip hold of my thighs, and he buries his face in my pussy, sucking and licking at my wetness.
The way his beard scratches against my skin just adds to the experience.
So good. So damn good. By the time he thrusts his tongue deep inside of me, I’m panting like I’m in heat.
“Stag,” I whisper.
“Noah,” he growls at me, and I still, glancing behind me and staring at him. His eyes are heated but fully focused on me. “Name’s Noah.”
My heart melts at his words. “Noah,” I whisper, honored that I get this part of him.
So many of the brothers become their road names.
Like my father, like Venom, they forget the men they once were and become hardened.
But Stag isn’t like that. I get to see this part of him.
The man underneath the rough exterior. I get to see Noah.
He goes back to my pussy and has me writhing in pleasure within minutes.
“Nothin’ better than the taste of you, Darlin’. Not a fuckin’ thing in this world will drive me crazy, ’cept you.” My throat lodges. He’s saying all the right things.
Everything I’ve dreamed of having someone say to me.
But I know this can’t go any further than today.
I belong to the Disciples whether I like it or not.
There’s absolutely no way I can leave unless Venom, Ripper, and Blade are killed.
If that happens, then a war between the two clubs will start, and that’s not something I’ll ever want.
“Come for me, Darlin’. I want your taste on my lips.”
Damn him and his fucking dirty talk. There’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to deny him. He thrusts his tongue into my pussy, and I’m done. I claw at the sheets, his name a cry from my lips.
I collapse on the bed, my face buried against the sheets as my body shakes from the orgasm that’s rocking through me.
Before I can even recover from the first orgasm I’ve ever experienced, he thrusts into me, and I gasp at the way he fills me.
There’s no pain as he pulls out and then pushes back in.
There’s no fear. I trust Noah, something I don’t do easily.
But I know I’m safe in his hands. Tonight, there’s no past, there’s no fear.
There’s just two people giving into everything they’ve been fighting.
We’re forbidden. I’m the Princess of the Vipers and he’s the Road Captain.
We shouldn’t be doing this, but neither of us care right now.
He pulls me up so my back is flush against his front. He pistons in and out of me like a man possessed. “So fuckin’ tight, Princess,” he growls against my ear.
“Noah,” I whine. “Please,” I beg him.
“Oh, Darlin’, I fucking love hearin’ you beg.”
My stomach clenches at his gravelly tone. “More,” I plead. “Harder.”
“Your wish, Princess,” he murmurs as his hands tighten on my waist. He begins to move harder and faster, and I moan as his cock hits me deep.
Never. I’ve never felt anything so good.
Never knew that something like this could exist. I never want it to stop.
I want this moment right here to last forever.
But I know that’s a foolish dream, something I can’t afford to do.
I twist my head so I’m staring at his beautiful face. The hard lines he has have somehow softened. His amazing eyes are filled with need. It’s a heady feeling knowing that I have the power to elicit this reaction from him. I move against him, feeling the pleasure rising through my body.
I stare at him, knowing there’s no way anything could ever compare to this.
I’m gone. I’m falling for this man. He’s my knight in a leather cut.
He’s taken me away from the darkness. Even if it’s only for a night.
His lips touch mine, and it’s as though something inside of me ignites.
A heat bursts from my stomach and spreads through my body.
I’m frantic, needy, and wanton. I’m meeting him thrust for thrust, our lips fused together as he dominates my mouth.
Tearing my mouth away, I suck in some much- needed oxygen.
I’m whimpering and moaning with each thrust. His thrusts hit me in just the right spot.
His piercing brushing against the inside of my pussy, adding to the intensity, building it up so much that the anticipation is mounting.
My pleasure is rising from the pit of my stomach, and I know it's only going to be a matter of time before I come.
"Please," I beg him, my lips brushing against his.
"God, I'm so full," I tell him as I push down on his cock as he thrusts into me. "You're so fucking big."
His lips twitch. "Gotta tell you, Darlin'. Never had anything better than you."
I laugh. It feels unlike anything I've ever dreamed of being here with him.
"Fuck," he grunts. "I need you to come, Darlin'." His grip gets tighter on my waist as he thrusts deeper inside of me.
I squeak as his piercing hits in just the right spot. "Noah," I cry out.
"Christ," he growls. "Fuckin' come, Kinsley."
His words are more than enough to send me spiraling. My pussy clenches around his cock as my orgasm washes through me. It's powerful and draining.
"Yes," he growls, his hands on my hips becoming punishing. "Fuck, Darlin'," he snarls as he continues to thrust hard into me.
"Ah, oh my God, Noah," I cry out as the pleasure-pain hits me as his cock stretches me.
"Fuck, Kins, I'm going to come."
A thought hits me just as I feel his cock thicken inside of me. "Condom," I murmur, realizing he's not wearing anything.
"Fuck," he says, but doesn't stop thrusting into me.
I cry out as yet another orgasm barrels over me. My cry is loud as my body shakes with the intensity of it.
His fingers dig into my skin as he thrusts once more into me, deeper than he’s hit before.
Deeper than anyone has gone. “Christ,” he snaps as his hot cum fills me.
His arms are tight around me, holding me close to him.
I’m weak in his arms, panting and shaking.
Having had the most intense experience of my life.
“We’re going to do that again,” he promises.
“All fuckin’ night. I’m tying you to this bed and fuckin’ you until neither of us can walk. ”
I giggle. “Pretty sure you’ve done that.”
He’s silent for a moment, and I turn to look at him. He’s somber, his eyes filled with something I can’t quite place, and his jaw ticks. “You’re fucking perfect for me. You’re mine, Kinsley. Mine. Make no mistake, Darlin’, I’m claimin’ you.”
I swallow harshly at his words. They mean absolutely everything to me. Yet, there’s no way I can stay. I want to. God, I want nothing more than to have this life. A perfect life with him, with my family. But that’s not possible.
I don’t say a word. Instead, I turn to him and press my lips against his.
“Yeah,” he growls. “Fuckin’ perfect.” Oh, if only he knew the truth.
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