Page 34 of Tequila Damnation (The Voodoo Bastards MC #5)

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

V elina…

I gasped and panted, my body trembling finely as both the wall and Saint held me up, but as good as that had felt, it wasn’t enough. His fingers inside me just weren’t enough .

“Fuck me,” I begged.

He laughed and asked me, “That good?”

“God, please fuck me!” I begged, and I put down my leg and turned, bending over to give him access to my pussy.

He growled in appreciation and lapped at my sex from behind, sucking on my pussy lips and licking me from clit to taint. All it served to do was drive me even more fucking feral for him. I pushed back and whined.

It wasn’t enough. I didn’t know if it could ever be enough. I was so fucking desperate to have his cock inside me, and I was half afraid that even that wouldn’t fulfill the desire raging through me, burning me up from the inside out.

“Please,” I begged. “Please, put it inside me!”

“You craving that cock, baby girl?” he asked me in that low, rough tone that sent shivers all through me in an aftershock from the first orgasm.

“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t tease me.”

He chuckled low and dark, and pressed into me while I pressed back onto him. He grunted and took in a deep breath through clenched teeth behind me, smoothing a hand through the water trickling down my skin.

“God, I fucking love how tight you are for me,” he said. “Brace yourself, both hands against that wall. Do it,” he ordered, and I pressed my hands flat against the wall in front of me as he gripped my hips in his big hands.

“Fuck yes,” he hissed as he drew back and thrust forward. He was not gentle about it, but that was good. It was so very fucking good because I didn’t want gentle. I wanted him to fuck me so hard I felt it for days after. I wanted the roughest fuck of my life. I wanted that sweet pain to let me know I was alive, and God, did I beg him to do it.

I panted, I demanded, “Harder!” with every slapping report our bodies made. I loved how it felt, the head of his cock punishing my cervix deep inside me. I relished the bruising force with which he took me, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

It was decadent, it was dark, and it was also sickly sweet, the smell of roses hanging in the night air of a poisoned garden. The tang of a rich soil and the palate of a dark tiramisu melting across the tongue. It was fire and ice, it was night and day, it burned, and it chilled me to the bone the power he held in his hands, against my skin, that he thrust into me with, making me melt and harden like wax on the skin.

Fuck, it was fine, and fuck, I couldn’t get enough of him.

His touch, his scent like good tequila and cypress wood, an unknown spice and something rich, like sable soft fur that caressed the inside of your skull. Impossible, but there, a sensation that made no sense but drove me absolutely wild all the same.

I pressed my hands into the shower wall as he gave no mercy as he drove into me, and I didn’t want it, mercy, that is. I most definitely wanted everything he was giving me and more. The dark part of me that was alright with the murder, mayhem, and cleanup of the scene of the crime somehow, someway, wanted more . My thirst for blood had been stoked rather than slaked.

There was some part of me that was rising like a phoenix from the ashes of my broken childhood, from the bonds of rules set forth by a society that didn’t give a rat’s ass about me, and it felt freeing . As freeing as anything I’d ever felt before, and it was a gift beyond words and beyond measure given to me by the man who fulfilled every one of my darkest desires without judgment. If anything, he lifted me up and made all things possible, and I loved him for that.

I loved him for freeing me so completely, for loving me so savagely, and for protecting me with everything that he had.

I would let him do whatever he wanted to me and submit wholly to his will, if he just promised to hold me close like he was so want to do forever.

I wailed as he unmade me in the shower all over again with his cock, trembling finely and nearly falling as the orgasm rocked me, but he wouldn’t let me fall. Catching me around the waist and keeping me on my feet as he laughed as my body failed me with how he’d broken me apart, and I couldn’t help but laugh too, in joy and delight, in perfect love and perfect trust, knowing that Saint had me.

“Who’s next?” I asked quietly as we lay cuddled and satiated in the dark later that night.

“Mm?” he asked groggily.

“What’s next?” I asked, changing my phrasing ever so slightly, suddenly embarrassed somehow with how I wanted to just keep going through every last one of the ones responsible for killing my brother.

“What’s next is getting you outta that fuckin’ hotel and getting you home,” he said. “As for who’s next… easiest one to pick off is gonna be the fuckstick that had you blow him, so we want to make sure Louie is good and gone before that goes down.”

I thought about that for a little bit and asked, “Do you think Singer is going to be okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I know so. The Kraken are good people, baby. They’ll get her set up to where she can thrive soon enough. With her man good and gone and her good and gone and her apartment the way it looks? I’ll bet before long, there’ll be a manhunt for him, and they’ll be out combing the swamps for her body.”

“Ooo, I didn’t even think of that,” I said, and he chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

“It definitely looks like some shit went down at her place, and ain’t nobody going to assume that she took him out. Honestly, it’s all about making her car disappear altogether – and that’s easy enough. We can lose it through one of the junkyards around here or push it off into one of the bayous or swamps. It’ll never be found. Won’t nobody look too hard for her. She’ll just go down as another missing person.”

“It’s sad when you think about it, but you’re right,” I murmured.

“Give it some time. We’ll get on out that way, just the two of us, and see how she’s doing. Would you like that?”

“Honestly?” I asked. “Yeah. I would. I really would. She was the best out of all of them and wasn’t really like them,” I said. “You know?”

“Yeah, I got that. She seemed like a nice girl who just lost her way, only to find it again to fall in with the wrong people determined to pull her off the path all over again.”

“Yeah,” I said. “ Exactly .”

“It is sad,” Saint agreed. “But you did good. If anything, you saved that girl today.” He heaved a big sigh, and we were quiet for a time.

“You’re a good person,” I said, starting to grow drowsy, all the adrenaline having worn off.

“To you, maybe,” he said. “To the next guy, I might as well be the devil incarnate.”

“If they’d stayed in their lane, you wouldn’t have to be,” I said, and he chuckled and kissed my forehead.

“Now you’re gettin’ it, baby. Now you’re gettin’ it.”

I slept, something deep and dark and dreamless. More like a coma than just a sleep – the mental and emotional exhaustion creeping in.

While I didn’t feel good about what’d been done in Temperance’s apartment that day, I didn’t feel like any of it was wrong . Except for the part where the man who was supposed to love her had beaten her and hurt her – no bad had happened there. No bad, only justice… which I knew the point would be argued by some.

That vigilantism wasn’t justice, but honestly? For men and women like the rest of the Voodoo Bastards. Like my little brother Louie, and like me – it was the only kind of justice we got.