Chapter Twelve #2
“We’ll work it out,” he assured Czar. “She’s new at relationships just as I am. We’re finding our way.”
Czar nodded. “The sooner you’re able to get her to talk about Yaman Kuzmin, the better. And make certain she’s going to be okay when we invite Trinity and Rampage to the club. We have to be cohesive.”
“She’ll be fine,” Keys said with confidence.
He followed his woman out the door without looking at the others. He took his bike because he didn’t want Lyric to have to return to the clubhouse, and she would be on the back of his Harley going home.
Things were about to get real. Far more real than Lyric might want, but it was what she needed.
What they both needed. He was bringing them back together and sealing them for good.
He’d had enough of her pulling away from him every time shit went down.
She was supposed to turn to him. Rely on him.
Fucking trust him. Yeah, he’d been a dick with women and she’d seen that, but he’d also treated her with respect. He’d been there for her all along.
Keys parked his bike just down from the office buildings near the alley and came up behind her silently, a stalking predator, one she was about to face, whether she was ready or not.
He caught her wrist in a steel grip, yanking her hard toward the alley.
He covered her mouth to keep her from screaming and pressed her body tight against the wall.
Her heart was beating overtime and a soft moan escaped.
He showed her no mercy, letting his ice-cold gaze drift possessively over her pale face.
“Were you running away from me again, Wildfire?”
She jerked and tried twisting her head to pull away, her gaze still not meeting his, which pissed him off even more.
“Eyes to mine, Lyric,” he commanded, one hand circling her throat. Her heart beat into his palm. He applied pressure, cutting off her air, when she kept her face averted.
Her gaze jumped to his, shocked, scared, filled with a dark desire that only added to the building hunger in him. He crushed his mouth to hers, one hand dragging up her shirt so he could find the bare skin of her belly.
“You’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?
” he whispered, knowing he was right. He kissed her again, devouring her, insatiable, not giving her time to breathe or think.
One-handed, he opened the front of her jeans and slid his hand in to find her wet core.
He rubbed her pussy through the thin panties she wore.
“I think you need to spend more time with your man,” he murmured against her lips, and he continued to rub her pussy through the nearly nonexistent fabric.
Keys felt her tremble, felt her breath catch.
Crushing his lips to hers, eating at her mouth, he pushed the panties to the side and buried his fingers in her wet folds.
He slid his other hand from her throat to cup her breast, pinching her nipple hard as he thrust his fingers into her tight channel.
Lyric gasped as the waves of heat took her.
He flicked her clit with his thumb and kept thrusting his fingers into her.
Satisfaction rushed through him as he saw the tension on her face and felt it building between her legs.
She trembled, barely able to stand on her own.
He pulled his fingers free and zipped up her jeans before the orgasm could crash through her.
Bending his head, he took her nipple between his teeth, right through the thin material of her shirt, and bit down lightly, before stroking with his tongue. Saturating her shirt. Bringing her body to a shivering awareness. He stepped back, his eyes on hers, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“We need to get home. Come with me now.” He held out his hand.
She looked as if he were a hungry predator—which he was—and that he might bite her—which he intended to do. She had good instincts, but her desire was as dark and edgy as his. She only hesitated a moment, and then she put her hand in his.
Triumphant, he turned and walked back to his bike, taking her with him.
The ride home sent vibrations through his cock and her pussy, keeping them teetering on the edge of control.
Once in the privacy of their drive, he parked the bike, noting she was still shaky and a bit leery, but he wanted her that way.
A little fear added to the excitement when it came to sex. His kind of sex.
The moment they entered the house, he turned, lifted her and pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out softly when his mouth found her breast. Simultaneously, he rocked his hard cock against her pussy. Her body shuddered. Trembled.
“Feed me your breast, do it now.” He growled out the command, wanting her aching. Out of her mind with need. Wanting her to see him without any mask. They both needed it.
She freed a breast, guiding it toward his mouth, and he latched on, sucking her nipple between his teeth. “Don’t you fucking run away from me. That’s what you were doing, wasn’t it?” He bit down just a little harder. A warning. A need.
Lyric cried out from the pain of the bite, something she rarely did.
He blew on her nipple and then flicked it with his tongue.
Abruptly, he shifted her, tossing her easily over his shoulder.
He carried her through the house to the bedroom and threw her on the bed.
Something she saw on his face, in his eyes, alerted her to the danger she was in.
Lyric bounced up, trying to come to her feet, but Keys wasn’t having any of it. He straddled her, pushing her down, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.
“You know I like the chase, baby, but you don’t always like the consequences, at least not right away. Eventually, you will, but I get to have my fun first. And we’re going for a few lessons today.”
“I don’t need any more of your lessons,” she protested.
He leaned forward, ignoring the way she tried to jerk her wrists free of his grip.
“Baby,” he reprimanded softly. Gently. His breath fanned her lips deliberately.
Her stomach muscles bunched beneath her shirt.
He caught her mouth in a gentle, tender kiss, one he meant, but it would be the last she’d get of that kind for a long while.
Briefly, he rested his forehead against hers.
“I love that you’re mine, Lyric. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful it hurts sometimes. ”
He reached down to the side of the bed. “You need to learn to trust me, Wildfire.” He wrapped a velvet-lined cuff around her wrist. She tried to pull away, fear creeping into her eyes.
She jerked at her arm and tried again, kicking at him, trying to buck him off. He gave her a small evil grin and straddled her fully. “Told you, baby, you have a few lessons today. We talked about this.”
He clicked another velvet cuff around her other wrist. She began to struggle. He locked the end of each cuff to the headboard, drawing her arms above her head.
“Let me go, Keys. This isn’t funny.” She kicked at him and tried to buck him off like a wild mustang.
Keys laughed and slid off the bed, catching one of her legs in his steely grip. He used another cuff on her ankle, spread her legs wide and cuffed her other ankle.
“Keys, you know I’m afraid of cuffs.”
He shrugged. “Shouldn’t matter if I’m the one putting them on you. You fucking trust me to see to you.”
Her eyes tracked him across the room as he went to the dresser. Now he had her complete attention. She didn’t look away, her small teeth biting into her lower lip. He removed the scissors from the little kit she kept here.
Her eyes widened. “What are you going to do?”
Keys knelt between her spread legs, stroking her inner thigh with his palm.
“I can feel your heat, baby. You might be afraid, but you want this.” He opened her jeans and tugged them over her hips, exposing the thin fabric of her panties.
She shook her head, her eyes narrowing as he began to cut along each leg, destroying her jeans.
“Are you crazy? Those scissors aren’t meant for fabric.”
“Your scissors weren’t meant to kill either, but we used them, didn’t we?” He continued cutting, taking her shirt next, exposing her small, perfectly shaped breasts. “This is a much more enjoyable use for them.”
Her panties and bra were next. Keys took his time, cutting carefully, noting that she sucked in her breath as if she feared he might slice her skin.
“Have a little faith, woman.” He gave her another evil grin. “I’m damn good with a knife. I think I can manage your scissors. I like your skin the way it is.”
He tossed the scraps onto the floor and leaned over her, licking his way up her inner thigh, right up to her fiery mound. He loved the scent of her, the way her body called to his. She squirmed, but her pussy was slick and hot, a temptation he needed to indulge in.
“I really don’t like my arms tied, Keys,” she said.
Deliberately, he dipped his fingers into her slick heat, collecting the moisture and bringing his hand to her mouth.
“I think you’re lying to me, Wildfire. You love this. Open your mouth.”
She pressed her lips together and glared at him.
He leaned down and took her right nipple between his teeth and bit down.
Lyric cried out, arching her back, thrusting her breast into his mouth.
The red curls at the junction between her legs were wet with need.
Her lips parted, and he thrust his fingers into her mouth as he licked at her nipple, soothing the sting of the bite.
“Suck, Lyric. That’s how much you like those cuffs and everything I do to you.”
Her tongue curled along his fingers obediently. “What are you going to do?” she asked when he pulled his hand to his mouth to follow the trail of her tongue.
“Anything I damn well want. You’re going to give me whatever I need or want. And you’re going to see the real me. Just as I’m going to see the real you.”
She shook her head, her eyes going dark and leery. He liked that look on her a hell of a lot. Scared. Excited. His.