Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
NOAH
Vanna was still asleep when I woke up. My phone had a message from Ode for church at nine, and since it was already half past eight, I knew I had to leave.
She was mine.
Looking down at her wild hair spread over my pillows, and the way she looked so fucking soft and angelic in the daylight, you’d almost think she were one. I knew better. She was my spitfire and I wouldn’t have her any other way.
Heading out of the bedroom before I fucked her awake, I put my boots on at the couch and then scribbled a note on the kitchen countertop before I closed the front door and headed down to my bike. My jaw hurt like hell from Vice’s punch yesterday, but I’d wear it.
Vice had every right to hit me. He was pissed that I claimed his sister, rendering his protection of her null and void, but even he had to admit I was better to protect her than him.
Whoever it was knew her. They knew where she lived, where she worked, about her safe, and obviously would know about her connection to the club given the tag on her storefront.
I was done waiting around. Whoever the fuck it was, they were going to learn you didn’t fuck with my woman.
Tearing through the streets, I didn’t stop until I got to the compound. I heard the whispers as I walked through the lot, until I got to the clubhouse. The girls were all hovering in a corner, their own rumor mill had gotten quite the new thing to obsess over.
The ultimate playboy claimed a woman. It wouldn’t stop them from trying it with me.
They didn’t care about ol’ ladies, or wives.
So long as the ol’ ladies and wives weren’t here, the men were free game as far as they were concerned.
Some of the guys entertained them, their vows left at the door, but that wasn’t me.
I was Vanna’s now, and they’d learn the hard way if they thought I was going to ever fuck up with her.
Not again.
“Chapel,” Rabbit said from the bar. I nodded and headed that way, ignoring the eyes on me from the girls. They wanted attention, but they weren’t going to get it. Not from me anyway.
Opening the door, I saw I was the last to arrive. Bug and Preach were sitting at the table, alongside Torch and Vice, and Ode at the head of the table. I took my seat next to Torch. Vice hadn’t looked my way once.
It hurt that he thought I wasn’t good enough for his sister, but I got it. He didn’t know about us. He didn’t know how much I had fallen in love with her back then. It was only because of him that I broke her heart. I’d wanted nothing more than to be her first, her only.
But I’d chosen our friendship over her, mainly because she had been young, and I didn’t want to drag her into a relationship with me. I was wild and reckless, and I knew I would end up hurting her. But now, all bets were off. I’d waited. She came back to me.
Now, she was mine.
“We found a digital signature,” Bug stated. “It’s tiny, but it’s there. Whoever it is knows how to wipe himself from her computers and security feed.”
“Who the fuck would know that?”
“She swears no one knows she put security cameras in,” I added. “Not even her assistant.”
“Who is it?” Ode asked Bug.
“No idea. I’m running his face, but it’s grainy. It would be better to ask Vanna herself.”
“She was asleep when I left,” I told them. The sound of Vice scoffing and looking out the window behind Ode made my head turn. His fists were bunched, and his knuckles white. “I can call her and wake her up.”
“No,” Vice said, through gritted teeth. “Find another way.”
“Devil…”
“She stays out of this, Prez.”
He slowly nodded his head. “Okay. Bug keep on it. Vice, take Rabbit with you and go find out what this assistant knows, about the business, about the other attacks.”
Ode ended church and we filed out. Vice pushed past me and left the clubhouse, without Rabbit. Fuck.
“You need to fix this, Devil,” Ode said, coming to stand beside me.
“I know,” I grunted. “First, we need to find the fucker hurting my woman.”
Ode nodded. “The prospects have gone to clean the graffiti, and we have someone on the shop at all times. They try it again, they won’t be escaping this time.”
“Good.”
“Go and ask her the hard questions, Devil. She knows this person. You can’t protect her in bubble wrap forever.”
He was gone before I could rebut his statement.
I knew he was right, but I wasn’t ready to share her…not yet.
Not until we talked.
Until I told her everything.
I stalked to my bike and jumped on, trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Vice. A small part of me had hoped he’d be thrilled with the idea of me with Vanna. He knew I’d never hurt her, and his refusal to even look at me now was hurting on a level I didn’t think it would.
Fuck it.
I started my bike and headed back to the apartment. Hopefully she was up by now and I could talk to her.
VANNA
My hands played with the edges of the note and I felt a smile tug at my lips. The memory of last night was still heavy in my mind, as was the soreness between my legs, but I was more than happy to go for another round with Devil anytime. I’d had the best night's sleep because of him.
The door to the apartment opened and I saw him walk in, a bag in tow. I rounded the corner of the kitchen countertop and waited.
Suddenly, I felt nervous.
Devil’s eyes travelled up and down my body, as he took in what I was wearing, or rather, lack thereof, and I saw the moment desire took over.
I’d pulled on one of his shirts, it was long and reached down to my thigh, and I liked how it made me feel to have it on, but I liked it even more with the way he was looking at me.
He dropped the bag beside him, and crossed the distance, taking my throat in his hand and pulling me to him. His lips were on me, cold, brutal and exactly like last night. I melted into him, my hands going to his arms, holding him close to me as he maneuvered us over to the couch.
We were a tangle of arms, and jerky movements, while our lips stayed sealed together. When he fell back on the couch, he broke from my lips and I saw his jeans down to his ankles, his cock, hard and impressive, waiting for me.
Fuck that was hot.
“Climb on, baby,” he grunted, his tone was all grit and growl, and it had my pussy throbbing.
I pulled my panties down, agonisingly slowly, watching as his eyes travelled down with my hands.
I flicked the panties to the side of the room and stepped closer.
Devil didn’t wait. He pulled me by the hips down so I was straddling him.
His hand on my throat, he directed me to his lips again, before he lined his cock up to my pussy and eased his way in.
I groaned into his mouth, the stretch was delicious as he slowly lowered my body onto his lap.
I cried out into his mouth, my teeth coming down on his lower lip.
His fingers dug into my hips hard as he moved me down further.
I tasted copper, and knew I’d bit him, but I didn’t care.
It only fuelled me on further to move, rocking my hips back and forth, taking him in deeper until he was fully seated in me.
“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “Fucking perfect for me.”
“Stop talking,” I groaned as I ground my pussy against the base of his cock, angling myself so my clit brushed against his shirt.
I held onto his cut, cinching the leather in my fists as I rode him, chasing my own high.
Devil held onto my hips, his lips trailing down my neck and onto my collarbone as I fucked his cock with everything I had, using him for my own gain.
Fuck, this was so hot.
He ran his hands up and down my back, under the shirt, growling in my ear which only had me crying out when my orgasm ripped through me quickly.
“My turn,” he grunted, lifting me off his cock before he threw me down on the couch before I’d even recovered. My face landed in the cushions, and then I felt his hands on my hips from behind, one hand smoothing over my ass. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy. I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
A rush swept through me at his words, but I didn’t want to get too caught up in it. “Not if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, Noah.”
His chuckle was dark, followed by a stinging slap to my ass. I bucked, feeling the pleasure peak in my pussy causing my clit to throb at the sting. “We need to work on that fucking attitude of yours, princess.”
Fuck yes.
He grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I cried into the cushions, feeling him stretch me deeper than before. God, he was so good with his dick.
A dream, really.
“Oh fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, baby,” he husked out. “Now, I’m going to need you to be a good girl and come all over your man’s cock.”
My pussy squeezed his cock at that and he grunted, his fingers pushing into my hips hard.
I knew I’d have bruises, and somehow I didn’t care.
I thrust back onto his cock, earning me a very low groan from him, before he fucked into me with wild abandon.
The slapping of our bodies echoed throughout his apartment, my moans coupled with his groaning, and the creaking of the couch underneath us.
His fingers moved from my hip to my clit, rubbing in small circles.
My mind was about to explode with the sensations running through my lower body.
I tried to push is hand away but he nudged my arm back and fucked me harder, his fingers pushing against my oversensitive clit until I felt my body implode around him.
“Fuck!” I cried out, biting down on the cushion as my pussy squeezed the fuck out of his cock, before he grunted and filled me with his release.
Had I hit my head? Was I in a coma? Because if not, my shop being vandalised was possibly the best thing to ever happen to me.
And I didn’t want to wake up.