Chapter 9
Three years later
I palm my throbbing dick in one calloused hand and hold a doobie in the other, higher than the Milky Way. My boy Ghoul hooked me up. He grows the best Hindi Kush this side of the United States. I place the rolled Bambú paper between my lips and pull the potent herb into my lungs.
My boneless body sinks farther into the mustard-colored armchair, dopamine levels kicking into overdrive. This shit will have the most seasoned stoners tweaking. I part my lips, releasing smoky ringlets into the hazy air. The strong pinewood aroma cloaks the room in a thick, calming blanket.
Between the weed and girl-on-girl action taking place on the bed, my cock is ready to do parlor tricks.
Riley’s lithe frame undulates on the mattress, her legs spread eagle while she kneads those lovely raspberry-colored nipples of hers.
Cherry, her fellow twinkie and companion, goes to town on her bald pussy real messy like, soaking the mattress in cunt juice.
They’re wet dreams in motion—blonde, sun-kissed, tight waists, big tits, and squeezable, round asses. Just my kind of art.
I avidly watch the steamy performance, chasing my high while briskly coasting my hand along my silken length, using the pearly pre-cum beading at my bulbous tip as lubricant.
The door flies open, striking the wall with a shuddering bang. “Get your ass home pronto,” Draco growls, his fists clenched at his sides. “We have Church in thirty.”
I take in his snarling countenance and hold out the jay in offering, knowing my gesture will only raise his hackles further. It’s his second dramatic entrance in less than twenty minutes to relay Zeus’s summons. He faithfully follows the dictates of his master.
Fucking lapdog.
“Wanna hit?” I ask, then nod toward the writhing bodies. “Or maybe you’d prefer a little dessert.”
“Double penetration,” Riley purrs, licking her lips. “Yummy.”
“Me first,” Cherry says, her voice low and teasing.
“Your presence is required now,” Draco reiterates, anger rippling under his granite jaw.
“Well, as you can see, I’m preoccupied at the moment.” I shrug and wave for the show to resume.
“Zeus shouldn’t have brought you here,” Draco seethes, resentment pinching his hard features. “You’ll never be a true God.”
“Pull the wedgie out of your ass and relax, big bro,” I drawl, flashing him a crocodile smile.
Draco pounds into the room, blocking the carnal display from my view. Indignation stains his skin ruby red. I stay planted in the chair, unbothered by his mounting fury. He doesn’t like being reminded of our shared DNA. I’m not exactly thrilled to be related to the fucker either.
Regrettably, one can’t choose who their family members are. Three years ago, I learned my father wasn’t dead like my mother led me to believe. I have a younger brother too—Lucien, aka Snake. He and I get along just fine.
The almighty Zeus is our father and the president of the Gods of Ruin, the most notorious motorcycle club in the Western Hemisphere.
Draco is the veep. We have different mothers—all were twinkies at one point.
Mine aspired to upgrade her status to old lady, but Zeus isn’t the settling type.
She ran off pregnant and pissed, without telling him about the life growing in her womb.
Her vindictiveness caused a domino effect, resulting in the permanent scar on my heart.
“Do something,” I dare him, stuffing my dick inside my boxer briefs.
Hostile energy vibrates off him in droves. Yeah, he’s raring to cave my shit in, but surprisingly, he pivots on his heel. Too bad, I was looking forward to stomping his ass into the next century.
“Catch you later, Julian,” I mock, because the pettiness in me couldn’t resist pushing his buttons a bit more.
He stops dead in his tracks.
Come on, give me a reason to rock your jaw loose.
I flex my fingers, itching to send him to the emergency room, but he storms into the hall and disappears.
Draco detests his government name. A bigger person would’ve left well enough alone, but mayhem is my mistress.
The fickle bitch gets antsy if I don’t lick her pussy every now and again.
Guess that’s why Zeus dubbed me a liability, says my thirst for trouble makes me impulsive, but my reckless behavior benefits the brotherhood.
It’s me who’s tasked with disposing of our enemies.
All the fuckers get a first-class ticket to Hell, courtesy of my Glock.
I wish disposing of my demons could be as easy.
Zilphia’s beautiful image materializes in my mind, stirring up memories best left forgotten. Unfortunately, every part of her is etched into my psyche—from the arch of her feet to the shape of her mouth.
I didn’t belong in her world. The universe fed me a pipe dream, and like a besotted fool, I greedily devoured it.
My obsessive need for her surpassed common sense, but the fantasy unraveled on homecoming night.
I lost my boyhood aspirations, my freedom, and the ability to hear in my left ear.
A steep price to pay for unrequited love.
The doc put me on steroids, but that didn’t help.
Neither did hearing aids. Ultimately, I was diagnosed with profound hearing loss.
Tinnitus was the worst part—the relentless ringing in my ear nearly drove me insane.
After two years, the grating sound became sporadic and eventually disappeared altogether.
That was a very dark period in my life. Black hate filled the organ in my chest, and fantasies of torturing Zilphia filled my head.
The hearing loss doesn’t bother me much anymore.
I’ve grown used to my impairment, though at times it’s difficult to pinpoint where sound is coming from, especially in crowded places.
It’s a reminder never to fall victim to my feelings again.
In the aftermath, I was charged with second-degree arson. Fire spread to the house, and it burned down too. Luckily for me, no one was home at the time. The court-appointed attorney showed me more empathy than my own goddamn mother. That bitch didn’t care if the judge threw the book at me.
My attorney discovered my old man was still alive and residing in Kent, Oregon.
She contacted him, and he immediately came to my rescue.
Subsequently, the felony charge was reduced to a misdemeanor.
I got a year of probation, community service, and a hefty fine.
Zeus paid the fine on my behalf, and the rest is history.
I shake my head, dispelling her enticing vision, and refocus my attention on the bed. It’s best to let sleeping dogs lie. Rehashing the past serves no purpose.
I straighten to my six-foot-three frame and saunter to the bed, gray jeans hanging low on my hips. Riley’s quivering thighs cradle Cherry’s head, locking her in place.
I tangle my fingers in her golden strands and guide her lower. “Gotta eat her ass too or the meal isn’t complete.”
While she feasts, I glide my hand over her impeccably smooth bottom before smacking the supple skin until the jiggling flesh turns crimson red.
I admire my masterpiece, lightly tracing my fingertips over the visible handprints on her backside. “Lovely.”
My cell phone rings in my back pocket, interrupting my vibe. It’s probably Zeus, ready to tear me a new asshole. I let the call go to voicemail. I’ll deal with him later.
I lean close to Cherry’s ear. “Fuck her and make it hurt.”
She pushes three slender digits into her companion’s drenched pussy. Riley gasps, rotating her hips in tandem with the fingers plunging in and out of her tight body.
“We can’t neglect this, now can we?” I rasp, pinching Riley’s engorged clit.
Her back bows off the mattress, mouth opening in a soundless scream. I alternate between squeezing and kneading her sweet spot until she’s writhing in pleasurable agony.
I hold the joint to her lips. “Want some?”
“Uh-huh,” Riley hums and inhales a long drag. “Mmm, so good.”
I take another hit before snuffing it out in the skull-shaped ashtray on the windowsill and stripping down to my socks.
“So heavy,” Riley murmurs in awe, caressing my aching testicles. “These need to be emptied.”
“I agree.” I pluck a rubber from the glass bowl on the nightstand and roll the latex down my length. “Now open that pretty little mouth.”
I ram my cock between those made-for-sin lips over and over again. Mascara streaks down her face as she gags around my erection. She tries to twist away, but I seize her long ponytail, keeping her right where she is.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I croon. “No running. Take my cock like a big girl.”
The monster in me sings a dark lullaby at the panic brimming in her jade-green irises. I pound into her throat, almost shooting my load just from watching her struggle. Alas, I’m not done having fun yet.
I pull my dick from her mouth and climb onto the bed. Cherry pushes to her knees, bending that perfect ass in my direction.
“Good twinkie,” I praise and slam deep inside her heated depths.
She lets out a sharp cry, her body going rigid at the sudden intrusion.
“Eat,” I growl, shoving her face back into Riley’s cunt.
I dig hard fingers into her tiny waist and jackhammer into her pussy, zero fucks given that her snug walls barely accommodate my cock.
I’m not the gentle type, but my partners are never left unsatisfied. For them, a chafed pussy is worth the mind-blowing orgasms. Cherry’s impassioned moans reverberate through the room as her creamy passage chokes my length. I join her in release moments later, spilling my seed into the condom.
“My turn,” Riley announces, snagging a magnum. “Need to rest, big boy? Or are you ready for round two?”
I smirk. Bitch doubting me, but she about to learn—I’m not new to this, I’m true to this.