Page 4 of The Biker’s Savage Desire (Chaos Brothers MC #4)

Mae

The fireplace crackles and heats the small space though I’m not sure we truly need any more warmth. I’ve never been so hot in my life.

How did I spend years with Rick and never feel anything like this?

How did I ever trust a man who never held me?

I mean sure, I’d lean against him, he’d lean against me, but it wasn’t like this.

He never wrapped me up this tight. He never looked at me while he did it.

He never made me feel safe… not like this.

Yet somehow, in two hours with a stranger, I’m feeling all the mythical fairytale feelings I’ve dreamt about.

All, in spite of the fact that Red is a contract killer.

To most, he’d be a warning. To me, he’s a heavy metal love song.

Dangerous, yes, but real. And after years of pretending love was supposed to be safe or soft, I’m starting to wonder if maybe this kind of raw honesty is the only thing that ever really counts.

I moan and bend into Red’s touch, desperate for him to keep going. Desperate for his big, calloused hands to move freely. Desperate for him to take me to places I’ve never been. Places I didn’t think I was ready for… until now.

How is that possible?

Maybe there’s some kind of hormone getting pumped into the cabin. Maybe I’m high on whatever honest connection feels like. Maybe I’m so desperate and mentally unstable that I’m letting a wild man with horrible intentions mess me up.

Who knows? The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t want it to stop.

He leans into my neck with a dark growl, sending a tickle down my spine and up again. “You’re gorgeous and I’m really into this, but we should stop.”

“You’re right,” I huff, barely leaning off his lips as I speak. “We should totally stop.”

He stares toward me as though he’s battling a headful of demons, his hand hovering on my waist like he wants to pull me closer and push me away all at once.

I tilt forward slightly, eyes burning into his without thought. “I want you to take control of me, Red. If you’re willing, I want to have a night I won’t forget.”

He growls low under his breath, his lips pressed against my neck. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. I’m an animal, princess. You know how long it’s been since I’ve been with someone?”

I shake my head. “A while?”

“A long while,” his eyes widen, “and whatever comes out tonight won’t be as polite or careful as I want it to be. You deserve kindness.”

“I want real.” My mouth hovers over his, hungrily.

“Last warning,” he mutters, voice rough and breaking.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I whisper. “Touch me.”

He growls lowly. “Oh, princess, your little virgin pussy can’t handle the ways I’d ruin you.”

A shot of electricity strings through me like a live wire, and my panties soak. He must see the rope snap in my eyes because his mouth instantly finds mine. This time, it’s not as gentle, not as careful. It’s sharp, with an ache and a relief so surrounding that my breath catches.

My fingers curl into his shirt as the rain pounds on the roof and the fire crackles behind us.

He backs me up against the cabin wall, a growl low in his throat as he says, “I’m going to wreck you.”

My palms are clammy, and my thoughts spiral, but my body leans forward without asking permission, drawn in like he’s gravity and I’ve finally stopped pretending I’m not falling.

His lips touch mine, soft for half a second before his palm digs into my throat and a groan leaves his hot and hungry lips. It’s aggressive and hard, biting and rough. He’s unapologetic as his teeth scrape against my lips and mine against his.

He lifts my arm up against the wall and laces his fingers into mine, growling as he thrusts forward and devours me. His tongue in my mouth, his lips on my neck, his teeth on the lobe of my ear. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

The tips of his fingers meet the strap of my sundress, and he pulls it down in one quick yank, exposing my breasts. “I won't hold back.” He leans in like an out-of-control animal, sucking each nipple into his mouth before dragging his teeth across. “This is dangerous.”

“I like dangerous,” I pant, my head tipped against the wall to allow his rough kisses room to scatter all over my chest. “Touch me.” My hand drives down the leg of his pants, following the long, thick, hard rod that pokes there.

He groans, a feral look in his eye as my hand brushes his giant cock. “Oh, little girl. If you let me out of this cage… you’d better run.”

I nod slowly, hiding the smirk that keeps trying to surface. “You like a good chase?”

His eyes flash with primal heat as the muscles in his jaw tighten. “Run.”

My heart beats wild against my chest as I stare toward the dark gaze in his eyes. Is he serious? Does he really want me to run? Where do I go? There’s no space to move in this small cabin.

“You want to test me?” His voice is so low that I feel it rumble between my legs. “Would you rather I take you over my knee right here?” He raises one arm, solid and deliberate, his bicep cutting off my only escape like a wall of flesh.

Grinning with excitement, I tuck beneath his grip, swing open the front door, and run out into the rain, stomping through puddles of mud with bare feet as I sprint through the forest floor and round the house.

I have no idea what comes of any of this.

I always imagined sex as soft and slow, but this is so much better!

My heart races as I hear the sloshing of his heavy steps behind me. “Little princess,” he calls, his voice thick with dark amusement, “I’m gonna catch you.”

Heat waves up through my toes despite the cold mud squishing between them and the heavy wet rain soaking my sundress.

A branch snaps behind me, and I flinch. Not because I’m scared…

because I’m not. I don’t want to escape.

I want the chase. I want to be hunted. I want the jolt of life that comes from nearly being caught only to escape again.

I want to feel him close in, his breath on my neck, his hands finally on my skin when he claims me.

I veer off the path and dart into a nearby bush, breathing heavily as I watch him stalk around the edge of the cabin and back again. His deep voice calls for me as his biceps flex and his shirt clings to his soaking, sculpted body.

Lord, the man is hot.

Before I get lost in a trance of abs and biceps, he disappears. I can’t see him. I have no idea where he went.

My heart races and rain pours heavily. Maybe I should move. What if he’s behind me?

Then, his hands clamp down around the back of my neck, his fingers tightening with primal force. He doesn’t say a word. He only growls low and hot against my soaking throat.

Dear fucking God, what’s happening?

“My little princess thought she was hiding,” his voice drips with dark, playful mockery, “but you know I’d catch you, right? You had to know.”

I whimper under his touch. Desperate for him to lay me out and spread me open. Desperate for him to fuck the virginity away. Desperate for his big, thick cock to erase all the pain that Rick ever caused me.

He shoves his thigh between my legs, his gaze never leaving before he plants two thick fingers inside of me with a groan. “Oh,” his rough voice shakes, “my baby girl is tight.”

A jagged bolt of lightning splits the sky, bathing the darkness in a flash of eerie violet.

A heartbeat later, thunder tears through the night deep and violent like the earth itself is groaning in protest of our premature escapades.

It rattles the windows, hums in my bones, and leaves the air charged with something wild and electric.

My hips thrust forward in tandem with the night, in dance with this touch.

“Tell me you need my cock, little girl. Say it loud.”

I moan, barely able to keep my eyes open as he hits pressure on a spot I’ve never felt before. “I want you,” I moan. “I want your cock so bad.”

“Say it louder,” he growls. “Tell me you need me.”

Why is this so fucking hot?

“I need you,” I pant, my back scraping against the bark of the slippery pine. “I need you.”

“Good fuckin’ girl.” His teeth bite down on my shoulder as his thick fingers thrust inside of me, hitting a spot that makes it impossible for me to move.

I rock against his touch, moaning, as a pine scented rain drips on my face.

His giant frame leans up against mine. Then all at once, like a shot of lightning straight through my core, I come, hard and fast, sucking in air as though my lungs aren’t getting it fast enough.

Time stutters, noises dim, and for a second, it’s the two of us here without regard for anyone or anything.

I collapse forward like a rag doll into his arms, breathing heavily, chest heaving. He holds me then tips me back again, taking my face in his massive hand, his voice deep and raspy as he says, “Fuck, baby. You sound so fuckin’ good.”

I sigh under my breath as I try to suck in air, feeling more alive than I have in ages.

His gaze holds on mine like I’m something holy, like he can’t get enough, like he’s hooked on whatever we’ve unlocked. “Good girl. Now run up to the cabin and get warmed up.”

“What? I thought we were going to…”

“Do as I’ve said,” he growls. “Go up to the house and get warmed up.”

I don’t know why I want to listen.

Maybe it’s the way he says it. Not as a command, but as a tether. Like he needs me safe, warm, and cared for. It’s more intimate than anything else he could’ve done.

I linger for a moment longer, my body buzzing, my flesh flushed as a cool breeze blows sharp rain against my bare skin.

He doesn’t look away. He watches me, jaw tight, something fierce burning in his eyes like you matter to me more than this moment. And somehow, that’s exactly why I turn.

I slick through mud, rain sliding down my neck, heart pounding like it’s memorizing the echo of his voice. I don’t know what we’ve started, what storm we’ve invited in… but I know this. When he tells me to go, I’ll go. Not because I’m weak, but because for some reason, I trust him.