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I saw Eve after that night, the night I first found her in the basement. The night I took off my wedding ring.
That Friday night, she was to sing at Royal Road. I’d already kicked my Ol’ Lady, Sky out of my life, telling her she’d be moving out of the Big House a couple of days ago. She’d been coming to the club and taunting me since. Flirting with other men, she showed me she was just who I thought she was, the girl who’d sleep with Ralph Getty of the goddamn mob before coming on to me.
Therefore, when Eve showed up, my mind had been elsewhere. On the fact Sky continued to make a damn sucker of me.
The pretty blonde knocked on my open office door and said, “I don’t think I can go on.”
My eyes narrowed. “Huh?”
Eve mangled her hands together like she always did when she was anxious. “I can’t sing tonight.”
Holy hell. I thought the girl might tell me she couldn’t keep quiet about what had happened between us the other night.
“Shut the door,” I instructed her.
I sat behind my desk so she couldn’t see the raging hard on I’d instantly gotten thinking of our time together.
Eve leaned against the closed door. “Sorry. Opry said to let you know.”
“Why not? Why can’t you sing tonight?” I asked, harshly, almost pounding my fist on my desk.
I’d worked so hard coaching her, and we’d had an exceptional performance earlier in the week. Not the one in the bedroom, but the one on stage before this unfortunate business with Sky lying to me and the aftermath.
“I just can’t.” Eve tugged at the scarf covering her neck.
“Is this about... the bruises?” I sucked in my bottom lip.
“This scarf is hideous and yes, everyone knows about... my bruises. And about Hallow. What he did to me. I’m mortified.” She wrenched the scarf off, revealing her colorful neck.
Fuck. I’d done that to her, and she’d loved every fucking second of it.
“At least they think he put them here,” Eve said, knowingly.
“Eve,” I warned at the mention of her talking about what we’d done.
My erection knocked against my leather pants, begging to come out. Not only were her bruises teasing me, reminding me of choking her while fucking her and her getting off so hard, Eve had revealed her subtle cleavage. Knowing what her tits tasted like, they called to me. I stood, though it was hard to. But I fought the urge to go to her and have her against the wall again.
“I’m not going to tell anyone.” She stroked her neck. "It’s between us.” Her fingers carelessly ended up in her bosom for a moment as she went on, “I don’t know what you think of me now. I’m not the type of girl that does something like that usually. I want to be mad at you, but I was in a bad place myself.”
I noticed her engagement ring was as gone as mine. Had it been gone the other night? I hadn’t cared or looked.
“You don’t need to worry about what I think,” I said.
She didn’t want to know what I thought. I thought about fucking her again.
“This business with Hallow. What he did to you.” I tried to focus on my anger at him, so I didn’t lose my control with her.
“Everyone says you’re going to kick him out or worse.”
“What do you want me to do?”
She dipped her head and lifted a shoulder. “Don’t. I think you already hurt him pretty bad.”
“I did. I’d do it again. He deserves much worse.” Anger rose in me just thinking of it.
“I agree, partly, but I can’t be the reason for him getting kicked out.”
“I can’t make any promises.” I wanted to kill him for hurting her. I wanted to hurt her myself but only to get her off.
“He’s back with his ex.” Eve pulled in her lips until they disappeared. Her eyes watered and she reached up to wipe one.
An urge settled in my loins.
Glancing down, she went on, “Not sure what that means for me. You said I can’t leave the Royal Bastards MC. I’m not Hallow’s anymore. Not sure what that makes me now, a club whore?” Her chuckle faded to a frown, “I don’t know what to do about his damn tattoo.”
Eve’s sadness broke my heart again. But more than that, she was free, and I wanted to cut my mark into her. Take her for myself. I found myself in front of her, clutching the wall on either side of her.
“Eve, I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
I’d gotten so close my beard grazed her nose.
She didn’t pull away. Her brown eyes fluttered as she looked up at me. Her chest heaved between us. Fuck. What was she doing? Did she want me as much as I wanted her? I struggled not to press my erection against her body.
“Kingpin,” she complained. Eve’s dainty hands landed on my chest to push me away.
I didn’t move an inch.
Inhaling, I smelled more than her sweet aroma, I smelled whisky. “You’ve been drinking?”
“So have you.”
She could smell a half bottle of bourbon on my breath, too.
“Not as much as the other night,” I admitted.
“We agreed that was a mistake. I’m not going to be treated like a whore.”
I bent and my mouth went to her soft, blonde hair, her ear. I whispered, “You’ll never be a whore as long as I’m around. But you do have to stay here at Royal Road. For your own protection.”
“I can leave. I can go into hiding with my brother, Hob. No one will find us.”
My hand dropped to the small of her back. “Fuck that. Don’t leave me,” I said, before I caught myself.
Eve sucked in a breath like she felt the panic behind my words. She didn’t move her hands from me, but she wasn’t pushing anymore. We were almost in an embrace.
I changed the subject. “Bring Hob here if he’s in danger. You already promised him I’d protect him. Remember?”
“Where will I go? I can’t stay in the basement hiding from the weirdos down there. I don’t feel safe now that Hallow’s been seen out with other women.” Eve trembled.
I thought of Goliath’s place. “You can stay in one of the houses out back until you make your way. So, I... the club can protect you. You can bring your brother here. Safer at Royal Road for him, too.”
“I don’t want to live with Hob. We were never really close. If he wasn’t my brother, I’d not have any love for the guy.”
“He can take a room upstairs, of course. You can live alone.”
Her eyes squinting, she studied my face hanging over hers. “Why are you doing this for me?”
“I told you the club would protect you if Hallow won’t. If you stay here, it’d be easier for you to perform, anyway,” I reasoned, although I wouldn’t give her a choice.
“I do need the money since I’m apparently single now. Are you doing this because of the other night? I don’t expect you to help me because....” She couldn’t say what we’d done.
My forehead touched hers. “What did we do, Eve?”
Her lips pursed into a pucker.
“Say it.”
She rolled her eyes. “I reckon, you fucked me.”
“I wasn’t the only one doing the fucking, Eve. But no, I did more than that. Say what you said I was doing to you that night.”
She looked away, sideways. “Oh, you buttered my biscuit.”
That’s what I wanted to hear.
My lips dropped to hers, and I devoured her honied mouth. Eve responded. Instantly, she reached up and snatched my long hair. Fuck. It was the other night all over again. Without breaking our kiss, I took her by the ass and got her to my desk. She spread her thighs wide, allowing me to step in close. Eve was wearing a white lace skirt, allowing me to press my dick that strained in my pants, right up against her wet panties.
Was this really happening again?
My hand went to feel the fabric between her legs. It was soaked with her desire for me. Directly, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped myself. Then taking my cock and my thumb, I moved her wet panties and was inside her warm cave before I knew what hit me.
I drew back from her kiss only a little to watch her reaction.
Eve gulped when I’d filled her to the brink again so quickly.
“I thought you said I wasn’t a whore,” she yelped.
“You’re not.” My hand went up her thigh, taking her clothes with it to her property patch. I dug my black nails in her tattooed flesh. “But my dick’s in your pussy, making you mine all the same.”
“Oh, Kingpin. I don’t know about this. Sky was here in the club tonight.”
“I sent her home. She’s moving out for good. And call me Beau.”
“But you’re married, and there’s no way...”
I didn’t let her finish to know whether she was going to say there was no way she’d be with me.
“It doesn’t matter. Your pussy is mine now.” I shut her up with a kiss and my dick as I scratched at Hallow’s name.
She writhed in pain as I scraped my nails across the tattoo, trying to tear off his mark.
Taking her hips, I yanked her forward further onto my shaft. Her arms around my neck, she broke our kiss and leaned her neck back. My face buried in her cleavage as I pounded her wet cunt. She cried out, and I put my hand over her mouth.
The music out in Royal Road thumped the walls. We could hear Dimple who’d taken over for her singing, “Mississippi Queen”, and her guitarist, Rome shredding his guitar. However, I didn’t want to take any chances. The bar sat just outside my office door. Boy, how I wish we were locked in my throne room where she could be as loud as she wanted.
I abruptly stopped and let go of her mouth.
“Next time you see me, don’t wear any panties, you hear. Or I’ll set your ass on fire again.”
“Again?” she asked, falling right into my trap.
Lugging my dick out of her, I took her scarf off her shoulders and tied it around her mouth. Tied it on the back of her head, gagging her. Turning her, I pushed down her face first on my desk. I bent her over my desk. I yanked her panties up into her ass crack like a thong. One hand went to her back to hold her down as the other reared back to slap her ass.
She flinched.
My hold on her only grew.
“When you come to me, you need to be ready to take this dick,” I said as I punished her.
Eve couldn’t speak but was so tense. Caressing her cheeks, I ran my fingers down the crack of her ass. I stuck two digits between her folds, tickled her clit and felt her pussy moisten right in the palm of my hand.
She relaxed. I rewarded her by plugging her and stroking her textured walls.
“Good girl.” I pulled my fingers out and up to my lips. I sucked them into my mouth.
Fuck, her pussy tasted divine.
Repeat.
I lit her ass a flame, spanking her and then rewarding her.
Eve hollered out into the scarf. My dick pulsated with every twitch of her body and muffled sound. Her muted screams spurred me on until her ass was bright red.
I turned her over and whispered in her ear. “I’ll untie your mouth, but I’m going to gag you with this dick instead.” I took my cock into my hands, stroking her pussy juices onto it. “I’m going to plunge this all the way down your pipes. Lay back, lean your head back,” I instructed her.
Batting her wide eyes, Eve didn’t fight it. Her head hung back over the desk, her chin up. I went around the desk and loosened the gag. Her sweet mouth opened and waited for my dick. The head slid between her soft lips, past her teeth.
“Make me come down your throat, and I’ll make you come next.”
Eve’s mouth took a hold of my dick like a hoover. Fuck. I let her suck me a while, but still I wanted to deep throat her. I wanted to make her gag on my big dick. I took a hold of her bruised throat as I worked my long shaft past her tongue and down further. I was careful, but she couldn’t move if she wanted to. The fact more than turned me on. Sweet, Eve swallowing my cock.
I didn’t want to hurt her beautiful voice. Her pussy couldn’t take all of me, but her throat sure did, for a single second at least before I released her and gave her a mouth full of hot cum. Eve swallowed all but a bit of it that escaped from the corner of her mouth. I scooped it up with my finger and held it to her lips. With a smirk, Eve stuck out her tongue as I fed it to her. My thumbs wiped her lips just spreading it.
Fuck. Eve looked so deliciously sexy eating my jizz. Just watching her submit to me had me ready to go again.
When she set up, her hair was wild. I put it back behind her ears. “I’m going to come in you now,” I said. Recalling our conversations before I felt it was safe to, but I asked. “Is that alright?”
“Again,” she answered, her voice hoarse from having my dick in her throat.
I bit my lip. “Again. In your pussy this time. Would you like that?”
Eve nodded. She was worked up and wanted her own orgasm.
Taking Eve’s hands, I led her to my leather couch. I sat and dragged her on to her knees on top of me. But I didn’t get inside her right away. I undressed her until she wore nothing but her cowboy boots. I still wore all my clothes as I feasted on her flawless skin. With my eyes first. Eve was all softness and purity, not a mark on her but my bruise. Her property patch had a bloody welp on it. With my mouth I covered every inch of her until my mouth landed between her thighs. I drank from her again like I did the other night. I loved eating pussy, and Eve’s pussy turned me on the most. Besides her softer than soft flesh it was how she stole my hair and tried to shove my head inside her.
By the time I’d edged my dick into her, she’d come already, but I expected her to again, for me.
And I wanted to blow my wad inside her sweet cunt. Eve wrapped her legs around me as she widened for my cock. I hovered over her on the couch.
“Beg me to come in you, Eve,” I demanded.
“Why? I said you could.”
“I’m all about consent. No. I want to hear how bad you want it.”
“Come in me, Kingpin. Please.”
“Not good enough. Tell Beau to come in his pussy.”
“You want me to call you, Beau. I thought you hated that name.”
“I’m taking it back. But just for us.” I winked at her.
“Come in your pussy, Beau.”
“Your pussy’s mine now. Say it.”
“Yes. My pussy belongs to you, Beau. Please. Now. Do it.”
“Do what, baby?”
“Butter my biscuit, Beau.”
We kissed like we were ravenous as our bodies melded into one wild being. I had to slap my hand over her mouth again as she came, screaming.
“I want you in my bed next time,” I told her.
My dick burst inside her, erupting its warmth and goo. I felt it surround me as I pumped a few more times. When we were finished, I didn’t pull out.
Holding myself over her, I told her, “I want you.”
“Again?” she asked.
I’d meant I wanted her, period, not just having sex again, but I hesitated to explain.
“We can’t go again. This has to stop.” She pounded her fists on my chest. “You’re married. And I’m not a whore. I just can’t help it.”
Eve started crying again.
“You’re having a baby,” she said. “With Sky.”
She cried harder.
“Why can’t we go back to just being friends?”
“We can’t,” I said. “We were never friends.” Then I had to know. “Do you still love Hallow?”
“Of course,” she said, breaking my heart.
“We won’t do this again. This was a mistake,” I said, my pride speaking, but my dick was still in her. I’d said she was mine. But her heart belonged to another man.
“You’re right, Beau.” Her hand caressed my beard. Eve looked disappointed for a moment. She was lying. She was just as torn as I was. What did she want from me?
From then on out, I tried my best to avoid Eve altogether as to not fuck her again.
I told Pagan to set her up in Goliath’s place.
“Giving her one of the officer’s houses?” he questioned me.
“It’s the only way I could convince her to let this stuff with Hallow go. As in her not telling the authorities,” I lied.
“What are we going to do to him? I mean, I saw what you did to him. You’d think that was your girl he hurt.”
“With the fights on hold, Eve’s been the only one around here bringing in the crowd lately. No one here spends money, no one eats, Pagan. You want to go back to running drugs for the mob?”
“Hell, no.”
“I’d rather us earn our dirty money ourselves so that way we can keep it all.”
“Gonna do anything else to Hallow?”
“Eve says not to.”
“Damn. Okay. Maybe they’ll get back together.”
His words changed my mind about leaving Hallow be. “Put him in the barn for me, though. I’m not finished with him.”
After a stiff drink, I grabbed my whip off the wall.
Out in the barn, Goliath sat in a human sized cage. He wasn’t speaking to us. Having been in the slammer with him, I knew it’d take time to make him talk. I hadn’t even tried to beat it out of him yet. We’d keep him fed and watered until he was ready to spill what him and Junebug had been up to with Ralph Getty.
Shirtless, Hallow hung by his arms between two chains. By the look of him, Pagan had opened the wounds on his face. Probably while trying to string the big guy up.
“What’s this about now?” Hallow asked, drunk as can be.
I finished my smoke.
“About what you done to Eve. I ought to end you. I still might.”
“I didn’t do anything to her.”
“You raped her.”
“When?”
“Last month?”
Hallow looked confused. “Fuck. Did I? I was drunk, man. I really don’t remember what happened, but I don’t think I raped my fiancée.”
“You don’t even know?”
“Girl’s always been willing even if I forced myself on her. Last time I saw her like that, in bed, we were still engaged. The very night you did this to my face. After it. Yeah, you told me to go to her. I did. I went to her, and we had it out.”
“You admit it, then?”
“My heart’s broken, man. You wouldn’t understand. Maybe I did. It’s fuzzy. Is that why she’s not speaking to me? I thought it was because I was with some other women that night.”
“I’m not here to help.”
“Why do you even care? Woman are raped here all the time. What makes Eve so special?”
Eve was special, but I wouldn’t explain myself. I let out the whip and cracked it. “You’re on probation until your back is healed.”
“Go ahead. I’m so high, I won’t even feel it.”
“But I’ll enjoy flogging you, pig. And don’t worry. You’ll feel it tomorrow when we leave you out here to sober up.”
“You’re only doing this because you’re in love with Eve like everyone says.”
Without another word, I went behind him. As I attacked his back, I knew I was in love with her. But I couldn’t have her. I made Hallow feel my enormous pain. Feel my loss. Whatever Eve and I had going on was killing her, and I wouldn’t hurt her.
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