Page 18 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

SOPHIE

The man wants me to have his babies. I can’t believe it. These mind-blowing orgasms are fucking with my head because I want everything with him. The way he watches me with lust filled eyes as I bounce up and down on his bare dick feels me with pride. He only wants this with me.

“You’re mine, Mavis,” I utter.

Showing him just how far gone I am. I can’t believe this handsome biker is all fucking mine.

His eyes soften like he’s waited for this moment his entire life. His lips crush mine.

“I’m yours, baby,” he confirms.”

Our tongues tangle in bliss. Our connection is undeniable. I fought it from the moment I watched his gorgeous ass outside my house. When I watched him walk up on my porch and got wet for him for the first time. I hated how attracted I was to the stranger.

Now look at me. I’ve given in to my captor. The man whose showed me he wanted me from the first moment he saw me.

“You’re going to have my baby, Sophie.”

I smile. “Fuck yes, I am,” I cry out.

Mavis holds me close and moves to the foot of the king-sized bed.

He pulls out of me and flips me on my back.

He stands between my widened shaky legs and fills me with his long, thick dick.

Mavis’s hand curls around my neck. He plows into my core.

I take in the visual of our connected bodies.

And I watch his dick disappear inside me and reappear in a rhythmic motion that’s hypnotic.

The six three biker they call Ruthless, ruthlessly fucks me hard as he stares at me under his long eyelashes.

‘This is my pussy, Sophie.” The biker drops his head back and his golden curls dangle over his shoulders.

What a sight. Watching this man fuck me like this, and the way he slams into my pussy making my walls grip his cock only makes me come again.

“Oh, so good, Mavis.”

His eyes meet mine again and he squeezes his hand tighter around my neck until we’re both coming hard. I’m already addicted to the way his cum feels inside my pussy. I know this is the only way I want him to fuck me, with his bare cock.

His hands slips from my neck and I gasp for air.

He stumbles back, staring at the mess we made before strolling toward the bathroom with that tight ass. My eyes roam over the tattoos on his muscled back and corded arms.

Damn.

He walks back into the room with a washcloth. He places it between my legs and I sigh at how good the warm cloth feels on my throbbing pussy. I can’t believe I gave him my virginity. I’d held onto it for so long. He turned out to be the right man to give it to.

“Tomorrow, we’ll go to the clubhouse. We’ll stay there for a couple of days.”

“Ok,” I reply pulling his t-shirt back on.

He disappears into the bathroom again. Mavis has on a pair of white boxer briefs when he moves toward me.

He scoops me up into his arms, walking toward the bathroom. “It’s time to meet the Prez and announce you’re my OL’ Lady.” He takes my lips.

I can’t believe I’ll be the property of this Royal Bastard MC. I’ll be Mavis Ruthless Marticon’s OL’ lady.

∞

Standing inside the Prez’s office, I watch as he steps around his massive desk and extends a firm hand.

“Sophie, I’m Jackson Phantom Marticon, Prez of the Royal Bastards Chicago chapter. And Enzo’s cousin.”

I shake his hand, surprised by the warmth in his grip.

When he lets go, I glance at Mavis beside me. “He calls you by your middle name.”

Mavis chuckles. “Yeah, Jackson and a few others do now and then. But around here, it’s mostly Ruthless.”

My eyes drop to the leather cut stretched across his chest. The name Ruthless is stitched in bold. A second cut back at the house says Mavis . Two sides of the same man.

Phantom gives a short nod, his tone serious. “So it’s official—you’re Ruthless’s OL’ Lady. Welcome to the Royal Bastards MC.”

I hold my breath, pulse pounding.

“Being with my cousin means something. He doesn’t let women get close. Never has. Until you. You’ve earned that place beside him—and with that comes the club’s protection. You ride with us now.”

He takes a step closer. “Everything that happens in this club stays inside these walls. So I have to ask… as Ruthless’s OL’ Lady, do you vow to stand by him—through everything ?”

The weight of his words settles deep in my chest. I think about my past. My brother’s club. The pain.

But then I feel Mavis’s hand slide across my back, grounding me. His lips brush my temple, and his voice is low, certain. “You’re in good hands with the Royal Bastards.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and meet Phantom’s gaze.

“Yes, Prez. I am.”

A grin breaks across Phantom’s face. “Great.”

“Also, always show respect to club members and follow the Royal Bastards rules,” Phantom adds pointing to the rules scroll on the wall.

I read over the rules and reply, “I will.”

“Just so you know we have bad blood with the Chi Hellraisers,” Phantom says.

“Hopefully, one day you guys can work it out.”

“I hope so,” Mavis adds.

“Come on, Sophie.”

“See you around, Phantom.” I smile.

“Thanks for bringing my cousin back to life,” he says.

His words warm my heart as my man guides me out the door.

“I’m going on a run. Tonya will find you and introduce you to the other OL’ Ladies and point out the club foxes, and club sluts.”

“Now that I have a new laptop and phone I’ll get some work down.”

We stroll by the vacant tables and chairs. My gaze sweeps across the bar and unused pool tables. By noon, the Royal Bastards MC clubhouse will be bustling with activity.

Mavis squeezes my hip, pulling me close. “This morning was nice.” His deep voice rumbles against my ear.

I tilt my head, smirking. “Which part? When you asked if my pussy was still sore after last night’s luxurious bath and then smothered it in those sinful, mind-numbing kisses?

Or when you told me to soak again, climbed in the tub with me, and fucked me against the side so hard we splashed half the water onto the floor?

And because you couldn’t get enough you fucked me up against the shower wall filling me with your cum. ”

He stares at me under hooded lids. “Fuck, I’m getting hard again. I won’t ever get enough of you.”

He unlocks the door and lifts me in his arms. I push my tongue into his mouth. My pulsating pussy is hungry and ready for more.

He pulls back, slides a hand over my hair, and his emerald, green eyes drink me in.

I hear the rumbling of bikes outside his window.

“Shit, the guys are here. I’ve got to go,” he says lowering me to my feet.

“Go Mavis.”

He sighs. “You remember what I told you this morning about this room and that bathroom?”

"Yes, only Tonya is permitted in your quarters. There are three other bathrooms on the first floor for others to use. They can't use your private bathroom."

“Our bathroom,” he corrects. “Our room. I’m having a few of the prospects enclose it to make it private. I’ll fucking lose it if another man lays eyes on what’s mine.”

I shake my head. “Calm down big guy.”

He kisses me long and hard. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Worry crosses his beautiful, rugged features.

“I’ll be here when you get back.” I inch up on my tippy toes and plant a kiss to his lips.” Be careful, Mavis.”

“I will.”

He walks out the door, closing it behind him.

I know part of him wonders if I’d leave after giving him my virginity. Especially if I get pregnant with his child. But no, I wouldn’t. I can never walk away from him like that.

I place my new red messenger bag on the desk and retrieve my laptop and phone. Texting Toby and telling him he’s an asshole crosses my mind. But I can’t do that and risk him coming for me.

After logging into my social media account, I message my clients to let them know I’m back. Within minutes, a few reply, eager to schedule one-on-one Zoom sessions.

It feels good to be back to work again. I’ll be happy when all this Toby bullshit is over so I can come and go as I please.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Who is it?”

‘Tonya.”

I close the calendar on my laptop feeling good about scheduling clients out next week. I saunter to the door and open it.

“Hello Tonya.”

A radiant smile lifts her honey brown cheeks. “Well don’t you look happier. Now that you let your guard down and let Mavis into your heart.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “I take it since you told me he was crazy about me you deserve some credit for me becoming his OL’ Lady?”

Her eyes go wide. “Really? Wow, you’re officially Ruthless’s OL’ Lady?”

Heat creeps up my cheeks. “Yeah… I know, it’s insane. I fell for my captor.”

She laughs softly. “You two were meant to be, that’s all.”

I arch a brow. “Where are you from with that southern accent?”

“Little Rock Arkansas.” She flashes a smile.

“How did you and Legos meet?"

She grins, the memory lighting up her face.

“I was working at this little diner back in my hometown. It was one of those slammed mornings where no matter how fast I moved, it wasn’t fast enough.

I kept yelling at the waitresses to grab their damn orders, but they were moving at a snail’s pace.

One of them—Joanne—was over at a booth full of bikers, flirting like she had all the time in the world.

Twirling her hair, laughing at whatever one of them said.

I slammed my palm on the counter. 'Joanne, pick up your food now!' I barked.

That same biker—the one making her laugh—shot me a death glare like I’d interrupted a proposal or something.

I told him he could make her laugh and get her number after she delivered the orders.

Then I rolled my eyes and went back to my grill.

He was ruggedly gorgeous, but I’d had my fill of men.

The last few I dated turned possessive. One even stalked me.

So I was grateful he was flirting with her and not me.

Not that he would’ve noticed me anyway. I was wearing a hairnet, for fuck’s sake. That thing was basically my creeper repellent."

She chuckles and shakes her head before continuing.