Page 14 of Stripping Keys (Devil’s Riot MC Tennessee #6)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

KEYS

“You okay?”

It’s a stupid question to ask Marla, but I knew she was anything but fine. I just wanted to hear her say it.

The whole thing was fucked up. Marley should’ve kept her mouth shut, but I’m getting when it comes to those three siblings, none of them can keep quiet. They always have to put their two cents in. I get it. It’s who the three of them are, no matter how wrong they are, they all think they’re right.

Not even Marla is right in this. She’s stubborn as hell and going against her family in something she should be letting them in on.

“No,” she says honestly, surprising me. “I’m not okay. I’m so pissed I could go back out there and punch Marley right in the nose.”

It’s all I can do to keep from snorting at the image of her punching Marley. I have a feeling if she did that, we’d have a full-on smackdown right there in the main room.

“But no . . .” she drags out, “if I do that, we’ll get in a much bigger fight which will involve our dad getting out the cuffs and cuffing her and me together. That’s the last thing I need right now.”

“So, what do you need?” I ask, cocking a brow. I already know what I’d like to be doing, but that won’t happen until I know she wants it too.

“Honestly?” She looks at me in question.

“Yeah.” I nod.

Marla’s eyes get that lustful come-hither look in them like they did the last time she came on to me. She steps toward me and strokes her fingers along my chest.“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me so I’m not thinking of anything else but your cock sliding inside me.”

Fuck me.

Gripping her hair in one hand, I tilt my head down and claim her lips as I’ve wanted to do for months.

Damn, the taste of her lips has haunted me. The taste of her lips was a memory I could never push from the front of my mind. Kissing her, devouring her, nothing could ever be as sweet.

Walking her backward, not once leaving her mouth. With one arm around her waist, my other hand in her hair, I lower her until she’s lying on my bed.

Marla moans into my mouth when I spread her legs open to fit between them.

If only she knew what was coming. I don’t doubt she’d be freaking, but she said she wanted me to make it so all she can think of is me sliding inside her.

That’s exactly what I intend to make happen.

She’ll be begging me by the time I’m inside her.

Scooting her toward the middle of the bed, I make sure she’s directly where I need her to be, all while kissing her. Her mouth alone is enough to have me ready for her. I look forward to using her mouth for something else altogether, but that won’t be right now.

This time it’s all about her. There will be a time when she does all I want her to do for me.

Taking her hands from around my neck, I stretch them above her head and secure her wrists to the shackles that I keep hidden between the headboard and mattress.

I lift my lips, and she realizes what I’ve done to her.

“What are you doing?” she snaps, tilting her head to look up, but also yanks on her wrists.

“Just doing what you want me to do,” I tell her, trailing my hands along her arms, until I get to the strap of her tank top. “You want to forget, baby, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.”

Before she can say anything, I reclaim her lips. I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue inside and showing her with my mouth just how much I want her.

Using my hands, I grip either strap of her top and rip them from the rest of the top.

Leaving her lips, I lick and nip my way down her jawline to her neck. I pause at where her neck and shoulder meet, sucking just enough to make her gasp before moving on.

I pull back and sit up on my knees. “You look good chained to my bed, baby,” I smirk. “Just as I knew you would.”

“Well, now that you’ve seen me chained to the bed, let me go.”

“Not gonna happen,” I tell her and jerk her top down, exposing those pretty, round tits that I look forward to playing with.

“Keys,” Marla snaps.

“You trust me, Marla?” I ask.

“What kind of question is that?”

“Do you trust me?” I needed to know before I took this further. “Answer me or I stop this entirely.”

“Yes, Kyan, I trust you,” she answers, her voice going small, and I know it wasn’t easy for her to give.

“Good.” I nod. “I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you. Never would I do that. But right now, you’re going to take every little thing I give you and you’re not going to fight me on it.”

Moving down farther on the bed, I grip the edges of her top and her bottoms all in one and jerk them down, pulling them completely from her.

I toss them off to the side, leaving her naked for me to enjoy the view of while I stare down at her.

Seeing the bare minimum trail between her legs on display brings a grin to my face.

I wonder what she’d think if I were to shave it off for her.

Granted, I gotta admit the little landing patch she’s got is pretty hot. All the women around here seem to have the same view, always go bare. I don’t mind a little patch, but I’m not one for going through a bush to get to what I want.

What Marla’s got going on is perfect. At least for the time being.

Lifting my gaze to hers, I get off the bed and move to the bottom of the baseboard.

Without dropping my gaze, I grip one of her ankles and, without missing a beat, restrain it to the cuff I have there.

I do the same to the other, not missing the way her breathing changes or the spark of fear that flashes in her eyes before she hides it.

“You okay?”

Marla nods and visibly swallows.

“Trust me?”

Again, she nods.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” she whispers, though it’s no more than a breath.

“Good,” I say softly and remove my boots. My cut follows as I set it on the back of my desk chair. My shirt goes next, and I remove my belt, leaving my jeans on. No way will I be able to start this shit and not be in her if I don’t keep myself in control.

Not ready just yet, I walk over to my nightstand, open the drawer, and pull out a few things I’m going to need. Closing it, I take the blindfold in hand. I hold it up to show Marla. “I’m gonna put this over your eyes, baby. I want all your other senses heightened.”

Marla swallows but doesn’t say anything.

Putting one knee on the bed, I lean toward her and cover her eyes with the blindfold.

I watch her body closely as I pull back, seeing how tense she is.

She’s trusting me, but she’s freaking out on the inside.

I’ll make sure to talk to her about it when we’re done.

I need to understand these things about her.

If she were to tell me no on anything I were doing to her, I’d stop and talk to her about it. I’m not a total asshole.

With her eyes covered, I grab the other items from the nightstand and move between her legs, settling in to enjoy myself. It’s been a while since I’ve allowed myself the pleasure of what I’m about to do. To give the pleasure of such intensity, it drives us both insane from it.

What I’m going to do will rock both our worlds off its kilter.

Settling on my stomach, I kiss the inside of both thighs, earning a sharp gasp from Marla.

“Just relax, baby, I’m gonna make you forget all the worries of the world,” I tell her and press more kisses, making my way to where I want to have my mouth most.

The scent of her is enough to drive me wild.

Keeping my touches soft and light, I flick my tongue along her slit. Marla’s body bucks as she gasps.

“Tastes good, Marla, fuckin’ love how good you smell and taste. Could become addicted to you,” I tell her and give her another lick.

“Kyan,” she breathes my name.

She’s the only one I would ever allow to call me Kyan. To her, that’s who I am. I’m not just Keys.

“Just enjoy, baby,” I tell her just before I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, flick, and altogether begin what I know will be epic for both of us.