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Dante

After checking that my mother was okay to keep an eye on Bee, I jumped on my bike, taking the long route to Greasy, which meant driving through the town we called home.

The town was only about twenty minutes from the services on the motorway…

ten on a good day if traffic felt like playing nice.

The Greasy served as a meeting ground for the bikers, especially as it was one of the services off the motorway – although it was renown up and down England for being a place of violence and crime.

We never bothered to correct the reputation, and we never bothered whether we lived up to it.

We lived by our own rules, and we were happy with that.

We weren’t interested in pleasing the general population.

The commune we lived in was all but abandoned before we turned up.

We had turned this into a village of everything we could ever need.

My family and I ran the local bar, which served as a home for us, and a place for the bikers to unwind.

We also ran the local garage, unashamedly ripping off any idiotic outsiders that were fool enough to pass through.

Many of the wives brainstormed about other shops to implement and there was now a convenience store, a tattoo shop, a cafe, doctor's office, and hairdressers/beauty – I had never been in there, so I’ve no idea what they offered. The women looked decent enough after coming out, though.

When we first arrived, there hadn’t been many of us.

However, over the years, we now had thirty families living in this village, and more members spread out through the city.

Those were members who didn’t play an active role in the day to day running of the club but were still loyal enough that they would come running if we rang.

My grandad had been the one to scout out the place when me and Macbeth were toddlers. Our old club lands were too small and didn’t demand as much territory as this one. Over the years, we had slowly gained authority over most of Leeds, and were expanding further and further every year.

Beth had been to the village a few times, scoping out the place.

Vienna (named because he had once made the foolish mistake of singing the song by Billy Joel when we were teenagers.

In his defence, he hadn’t known we were waiting outside the school showers, but we had never let him live it down) had said that it seemed as though she was scoping out the place to see where she would fit in – the sad truth was, she would always be Greasy girl to us.

I had no interest in her outside of the café, and the odd fuck here and there.

Her sister hung around the club a lot, too.

But Spunky was a well-known club whore, and none of the men were ever going to take her seriously enough to make her an old lady.

We made our own destinies in life, and those two had cemented themselves so firmly in their roles, it was impossible to see them as anything else.

Greasy girl and her whore sister.

As I pulled round to the back entrance that led to Beth’s home, it wasn’t her that was on my mind. What did that say about me as a man, that there was a woman was mere meters away from me, naked as the day she was born, and all I could think about was the woman miles away hating my guts?

I’m sure a psychologist would have a field day with that.

I pushed open the door and headed upstairs, my boots making a loud noise on the stairs, alerting Beth to my presence. I knew straight away that she would be rearranging herself on the bed in the most seductive pose she could muster.

Beth had never said no to anything I had wanted to try with her.

She jumped into any suggestion with an almost puppy like excitement, but I had never really bothered pushing her boundaries.

Yet, I had already spat in Rachel’s mouth, which just happened to be the most erotic thing to happen to me this year, and she fought me every step of the way.

Again, I was a psychiatrist's wet dream.

With a sigh, I pushed open the door and was proven correct.

Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, just as I had asked.

Her legs were spread, but her hands were between them, playing with her wet pussy.

I could see it glistening from where I was standing.

Her arms covered her tits, and despite myself, I raised an eyebrow of approval.

Naked, but nothing on display that I could see.

She had cleverly covered all her best bits.

But then she went and ruined it by leaning back, smiling at me as she brought her feet onto the bed and gave me a full show of how wet and ready she was.

“You’re not mad I started without you, are you?” She breathed.

“Couldn’t give a fuck,” I replied, pulling my shirt over my head and unbuttoning my jeans, quickly pushing them down my thighs and kicking them off.

I climbed on her without another word, and she dived at me, planting kisses over my face, my neck, my shoulders.

Anywhere her lips could reach, she was giving her undivided attention.

I rested my hands on either side of her head and remained propped up as she did her best to bring me to her level of arousal.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and clung to me, raising her body to press against mine.

I felt my dick harden against my boxers, which was hardly surprising.

I wasn’t in control of my dick at the best of times.

But my mind refused to play along. I felt suffocated by her clinging to me, and it just reminded me of a monkey clinging to its playmates.

A flash of Rachel flooded my mind. Rachel in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist. I hadn’t been thinking of anything other than her then.

Her hatred for me had made for a wild arousal, and I had felt the heat from between her legs through both of our clothing. My cock jerked in response, and Beth let out a groan of satisfaction, kissing my skin even quicker.

I wanted it to be Rachel, moaning beneath me. I wanted to have her begging and pleading. I wanted her out of control, needy, and consumed with nothing other than the thought of my cock driving into her.

All I could see was her face. All I could smell was her scent. My dick jerked wildly, sending Beth crazed beneath me. It pissed me off how much Rachel was constantly on my mind. I’d legit fucking die to hear my name moaning from her lips, and that angered me even further.

I grabbed hold of Beth and rolled her over until she was on top of me, and she immediately adjusted, already grinding her pussy against my dick.

“Dante,” she breathed, her hands coming up to her hair to brush it out of her face. The movement made her tits perkier, her nipples two hard buds begging for my attention.

Rachel came to mind once more, and I saw fire and passion in her eyes.

Beth always looked so dull. She obviously had a good time, but it was like she was going through the motions she had seen in some porno or another.

Rachel was led by instinct, whereas you could practically see the cogs in Beth’s brain turning as she thought about what to do next.

Rachel wouldn’t care what her tits looked like.

I could see her clear as day, with nothing on her mind other than riding the shit out of me for her own pleasure.

I imagined her greedy little pussy sinking on my dick, taking everything for herself, moving solely to get herself off.

I fucking loved when a woman knew how to pleasure herself. And if she used my body to do it, even better.

With a growl, I grabbed hold of Beth once more and sat up, bringing her to a sitting position in my lap.

I looked at her face, so eager to please, and felt completely empty.

I kissed her then, grabbing the back of her neck and holding her in place as I punished her with my mouth — punishing her for something she hadn’t even done wrong.

Punishing her because she wasn’t Rachel.

Beth let out a small yelp of pain as I bit down, and I felt my blood boil that she couldn’t just take it like she would have taken it.

I pushed her off me and onto her knees, ignoring her gasp from shock, and stood up, pulling my boxers down and let my cock spring free.

“Suck,” I demanded, grabbing her hair and pushing her down on me. She grabbed hold of me with both hands and stroked her tongue along the length of my cock before she took the tip into her mouth.

Instinct told me Rachel would have inhaled my dick until she was choking. She wouldn’t have been bothered about looking pretty, she would have been raw and wild, sucking me like her life depended on it.

The more I thought of Rachel, the more aroused I was becoming. I tightened my grip on Beth’s hair and tried to push her down on me further, and with a girlish giggle, she obliged, bobbing down on me.

I threw my head back with frustration, wanting… I don’t know what I wanted. I wanted more. I wanted fire. I wanted gritty and dirty. I wanted uncontrollable.

I had to be honest with myself. I wanted to fuck Rachel, and Beth was a poor substitute.

“Get up,” I hissed, pulling my cock out of Beth’s mouth with a pop. She had been putting such minimal effort in that I pulled out safely, without so much as a scratch from her teeth.

She got straight to her feet and stood before me, waiting for her next command.

“I’ll come collect the cash in the morning,” I told her, pulling my boxers back up and picking my jeans off the floor.

“Excuse me?” She said, her eyes wide.

“Are you as shit at listening as you are at sucking dick or something?”

She didn’t respond. She went over to the door and grabbed her dressing gown off the hook and wrapped it around her body, pulling it tightly closed. “This is about her, isn’t it?”

“Who?” I responded as I pulled my shirt over my head.

“Her. Her from this afternoon.”

“If you’re talking about Rachel, then no.”

“Spunky told me she was your old lady now.”

“Okay. And?”

“And I hadn’t been expecting you tonight.”

“Are you making a point here, Beth?”

“Don’t take it out on me because you haven’t been able to have your way with her. I’ve done nothing wrong.” She said in a small voice.

“I’m taking it out on you because you’ve done nothing right.” I responded with a hiss, “Have you ever said no once in your life? Did it ever occur to you that since I have an old lady at home, you shouldn’t even be entertaining me?”

“I’m not responsible for what you do and who you cheat on, Dante.”

“Of course you’re not. Because I tell you to jump, you say how high. And with minimal fucking effort, making sure you don’t break a sweat.”

“I’d like you to leave now, please. You came to me . I didn’t ring you. I didn’t drag you away. You came over here on your own accord. I’ve done nothing to deserve to be insulted like this.”

“Answer me. Have you ever said no once in your life? If I asked you to get on your knees right now and pick up where we left off, you’d do it.

If I told you to be my secret shag for the rest of our lives, you’d do it.

If I told you to fuck every guy in the club, you’d do it.

Have you never just for one second stopped and had a thought all of your own? ”

“Is this making you feel better?” She asked with a hint of anger, but I just sneered at her and walked out the door, slamming it behind me.

I knew what I needed to do.

Most men would consider themselves in love with the level of obsession I had for Rachel. But I recognised it for what it was: lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. I needed to get it out of my system, and there was only one way to do that.