~~L'artisaniant's - Faith's Perspective~~
Twisting my hair onto the side of my neck, I ignore the music playing in the background and the heavy stench of sex. Fingers stretch out over my belly, covering the black tight dress that I'm wearing. I don't know why we're here again so early at L'artisaniant. John had said that they only do them once a month. So why now?
John spins me around to him, his mask is the same. It cover most of what a mask normally would.
"Why are you wearing a mask but not me?" I asked, watching his reaction carefully. Since the second hotel video, things between John and I have shifted drastically. I used to trust him to a certain extent and that was probably from years and years of being handled by him. But now I just want to run.
"Hmm..." He hummed.
'I want to ask what we're doing here... Why this place?' I asked internally.
A mask is placed over my eyes as John's mouth lowers to the nape of my neck. "Now you need it..." He said.
I gulp past my nerves, wiping the sweat off the palms of my hands. "Okay..." Running the cushion of my thumb across my lips, goose bumps shiver down my spine as memories flash back to me.
It felt different with them. Sex never felt like that with John, or any of the men he pawned me off to. The last time I was here had been something of a revelation to me. It had made me realize that sex could be fun, pleasurable, mind blowing even. I just had to be with the right guy, or in this case guys. Plural. I wonder again, not for the first time, who those 2 men had been. I desperately want them to here tonight, but I know that's wishful thinking. I'm pretty sure I'll be pawned off on more strangers and this time they might be men who like sex the way John does.
I cringe mentally at the thought, hoping that's not what I'll be getting tonight. I want rough sex, apparently, that's the only thing that can get me off. Again my mind is pulled back to memories of the last time I was at this club. I shouldn't be there at all, but I can't help it. I remember the way both men felt against me, one at the back and one on my front. The amazing sensations of being touched every where and not knowing which man was which. I think about how it felt to have them both inside me, struggling for dominance as I tried to contain my ecstasy.
'Will it be like that tonight? Will I find myself sandwiched between 2 massive sexy men with abs of steel? I really fucking hope so...' I prayed internally.
My heart is beating fast and I try not to look too excited. I hope that John is going to leave me like he did the last time. That's the only way I'll be able to lose myself to pleasure. Whenever John is around, I'm dry as a desert, unable to even form a pleasurable thought. The lighting dims even further and the music gains volume. In the other room, it felt intimate. This room feels more charged.
Korn 'Twisted Transistor' is playing heavily in the background as John moves farther into the room. He pauses at the threshold where the lounge and another room join, his hands in his pockets.
"Boys..." John said his voice come through, only distorted. He likes his toys to manipulate his words. As if he knows why he does what he does and who he's hiding from.
'Oh Fuck...' I gulped internally.
I take the steps I need to reach where he stands and when I bring my eyes up in front of me, I freeze. 4 Men. All wearing dark leather masks that cover the top halves of their face. Level fucking 4. They're all scattered, seated in different seats. There's a small makeshift stage in the middle of the room and when John leaves me standing there on my own, I realize what I'm supposed to do. John strolls toward a small bar area where a tender stands behind in a white suit. He orders a drink and turns to face me. I closed my eyes and nodded.
'Change' By The Deftones starts playing loudly and I find myself checking everyone who is here. I run tongue over my lips, placing my phone onto the floor and making my way to the makeshift stage. This isn't new. John has made me dance for people in the past, but it was always for a purpose. To entertain rich, fat men who had too much money and not enough humanity. It would tease them. John would say that I was a direct image of the kind of girls he had for sale. I found that disturbing, but there's nothing I could ever do about it.
The song continues to play into the chorus and fingers flex around the cold pole as I tousle my hair. Rolling my body off the pole, I allow my mind to drift to other places, only once I'm turned away from them, someone is at my back, his fingers spread out over my lower belly. I recognize his touch almost instantly. And before I can think too much into it, I realize the reason why I recognized it is because he was one of the 2 guys from the first night I attended.
Sighing, I press my cheek against the cold metal of the pole as his finger dives into the waist band of my panties. When my eyes fly over my shoulder to find John, I find that he's gone. My shoulders relax as my fingers flex around the pole, grinding my ass into the crotch of his pants. His fingers move around my hips as he yanks me around to face him.
His head tilts.
'Lap dance' by N.E.R.D starts as his hand finds the curve of my throat, his other hand diving into the front of my panties. Frustration fights pleasure as I attempt to find his eyes.
'Who that fuck are you?' I ask internally.
His fingers come to my ass as he lifts me off the ground and I wrap my legs around his waist, just as someone else comes up behind me unzipping my dress. It falls around my shoulders and he tugs it off, over my head, my hair flopping down my back. The guy in front of me rolls and leans down and sink his teeth into the skin at my collarbone.
I moan, tilting my head for him as the one behind me dips beneath my panties. His fingers are expert as they slide over my pussy, settling between my lips and rubbing back and forth. I'm already wet, so there's no need for any further lubrication. He keeps rolling his fingers over me and I moan while the guy in front of me, the one I'm straddling, grinds against me gently, pressing his giant cock against my crotch. I moan in tandem with him, desperate for the friction he's giving me. It feels so fucking good and I actually think I can deal with all 4 men if I have to.
The thought is probably not a serious one. After all, I'm high on desire, longing for a release from the nightmare that is my life. I have no idea what to expect from any of these 4 men. They could be monsters worse than John. But so far, no one has made me feel anything but good. Still, it's early. I hold on tightly as both men push into me from both sides. The guy in front of me has a hungry cock that keeps twitching furiously every time my pussy rubs up against him. The man behind me keeps working my pussy until he finally slips one finger inside me and I moan again.
My back arches and I sigh deeply, longing for another sharp stab of pain that the earlier bite gave me. I want more.
"Fuck!" Someone roars behind us, so loud the music is drown out momentarily. I ignore it. "Yo! Stop!" The same voice yelled.
Hands come to the shoulders of the guy who is holding me. The voice sounded familiar. When the guy who is holding me sets me back on ground, spinning around to face his friend angrily, I watch in slow motion as he snatches my phone from him. His shoulders tense as he slowly turns with my phone in his hands.
'My phone? Shit!' I panicked internally. "What?!" I snapped with a growl, annoyed that I'm sitting in the middle of a makeshift stage in my bra and panties while they're all staring at me like they've never seen it before.
He throws my phone across the room and takes 3 angry strides to me, yanking me up by my arms and tearing off my mask.
"What happened?" I whispered.
He pulls off his mask and my world stops. My stomach falls to the ground and solidifies at my feet. "What the fuck are you doing here, Kitten?" Ryan's face comes into full view and I blink a few times to make sure I'm not hallucinating.
"Oh shit..." I whispered, my blood turning as cold as ice. He backs me up until I'm colliding into the chest of the guy who is behind me. Instinctively my hand flies behind me grabbing the man behind me by his arm. The hand of the man behind me grips my hip. Ryan's eyes furiously fly over my shoulder and I watch as his jaw sets to stone, his eyes burning up all the energy in the room.
"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Her!" His tone is low, dangerous and a thousand levels above the temperature of Hell. Ryan gathers up my clothes from around my feet and shove them into my chest. "Get changed... Fucking now!" He growls.
I do as I'm told. 'What is happening?' I cried internally. Panic seizes my muscles as I furiously search around the room. Ryan pulls at his hair in frustration as he sits on the sofa, a cigarette between his 2 fingers. "Rye... What the fuck?" I asked.
"Shit..." One of the others mumbled, removing his mask.
I still. "Owen..." I whispered my eyes going wide.
Owen shakes his head, running his hands over her mouth. "Sup, Kitten..." He said.
I pale, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. "You're married! What the fuck are you doing here?!" I snapped.
"We have a different kind of marriage..." Owen said.
My muscles tense. "L'artisaniant... It's French..." Putting the pieces together about Owen being part French. He flashed me a sad smile.
"Yeah, Kit... We..." Owen began but Ryan cut him off.
"Shut the fuck up!" Ryan growls without looking up at us.
When I turn to see the final 2 guys have removed their masks, I'm not even slightly surprised to see one is Austin but I am to see the other is Wicked. I gulp, my eyes falling down his body. Judging by the fact that Austin is too lean and Owen too tall, I'm gathering it was him and Ryan who I had sex with the first night.
'Oh god... I fucked my foster brother without even realizing it...' The room tilts as I drop down onto the stage, disbelief rendering me speechless. "Ryan..." I whispered, willing him to look at me. He doesn't move, his shoulders rolling up and down as he takes deep breaths. When I don't think he's going to say anything and Owen disappears to the bar to grab a few bottle of top-shelf whiskey. I crawl across the floor until I'm in front of him, my hands on his knees. "Ryan.. Look at me..." I said softly.
The muscles in his thighs tense. He whacks my hands off his knees, leans back on the sofa while placing the cigarette between his lips, and pinches his eyes closed. The scowl that's etched into his eyebrows carve enough fear into my marrow that my feet twitch to run, but I stay. Because I need to do this. Because I know that he's going to lash out and he's going to try to hurt me, it's how he deals with his emotions. He deals with his manic emotions by pretending that he doesn't have any, but he forgets that our souls were one once upon a time. I feel what he feels.
I straighten my shoulders, willing the tears to not escape. I will not look weak. I didn't go through all that I have over the past 4 years all to crumble at the hands of Ryan. He glares at me through new eyes, the very same that he showed me when he first came home. This time feels different though. Shame flushes through me in waves of heat.
"Answer me this..." He mutters around his smoke. I reach for his pack on the ground and blaze my own. I know I'm going to need it for the next question that he's going to ask me. And all the others that will come after. He sucks in deeply, all the tense muscles in his face smoothing and then I watch as he blows smoke rings out from his curled lips. "Was it you here the other night? With the same man?" He asked.
I clench my teeth. "Yes..." I hissed through grit teeth. His lips curl into a snarl as he leans forward, grabbing me by my chin and tilting my face up to his. The position I'm in now isn't in my favor, like his perfect little pet sitting at his feet. Just when I think he's about to say something, he just squeezes my chin, pushing me away from him, before standing tall.
"Ryan..." Wicked scolds from behind me and when the door slams in his retreat, the first tear drops.
I don't even fight them anymore, the emotion that's rolling around inside of me is not containable. I bring my knees up to my chest and rest my forehead on the top of them. My cheeks burn with shame, my shoulders hunching protectively.
"Kitten... You know how..." Austin began.
"Shut the fuck up Austin..." Owen said as he scoops me up from the ground, bringing me to the sofa with him. I wipe at the tears from my face as Owen dips out of the room on the other side, bringing me back a blanket. He covers my body and hands me a bottle of whiskey. "Figured you might need it..." Owen said.
I nod, wrapping my lips around the rim as I feel Wicked move in behind me, his arm spreading out over the back of the sofa.
"It was you..." I ask through cracked lips, after the whiskey long since departs, leaving its stain in my throat. I run the tip of my index finger over his flawless skin, tracing the deep blue lines of his veins on his arms. So pale. Wicked's other hand comes to my outer hip, tucking me under him. I leaned into him seeking comfort, escape, anything that he's willing to give me.
"Yeah..." He said.
I swallowed roughly. "Well, I'm relieved it wasn't one of these fuckers..." I said gesturing towards Austin and Owen.
"Hey!" Austin laughs, taking a seat on the stage as Owen comes to the other side of me. "But true..." He and Owen laugh sadly before I feel both of their eyes on mine.
"Kitten... Who is that man that you were with? What are you doing here?" Owen asked gently.
I wanted to answer him, I did. Before I could even think of something to say Ryan's voice broke through the silence. "Mmm... What are you doing here, Kit and who the fuck is that man?" Ryan asked from the other side of the room and my spine snaps straight. When he enters into the room with half a bottle of whiskey gone and hanging from his fingers he takes a seat on the stage while leaning against the pole, drawing his leg up to his chest while dangling his one arm off of it.
"I can't answer that..." I explained, ignoring Ryan's eyes while shrinking back into Wicked who tightens his grip on me. He's hurt me more times that I can count, but before tonight, it all seemed superficial. Like when a friend would hurt you in elementary school and you'd get over it in a few days. This is different now.
I'm afraid that he won't see me the same way now that he knows that not only have we already had sex but I've also had sex with Wicked.
"What are you thinking, Kitten?" Ryan taunts and I wipe the next tear that falls down my cheek quickly. "Everyone get out... Now!" Ryan demanded.
"Me?" Wicked asked.
"Especially you!" Ryan growls as his eyes stay on on where Wicked's hand is laying.
Owen and Austin move out first before Wicked begrudgingly pulls away from me and leave the same way they did. When the door closes and the noise is cut out, I notice the music is still playing, it's just quieter now.
"Faith..." Ryan demands my attention, and I finally bring myself to face him. Fatigue seizes my muscles. I'm drained. My eyelids are damp and sticky from all of my tears and my throat aches, right down to the burning fire in my lungs. "Who is he?" He demands.
My lips tremble. "Rye I can..." I began to say.
"Fuck, Faith!" He barks, hurling the half empty bottle across the room until it smashes against the wall and shards of glass dipping in the amber colored liquid sprays across the opaque walls. "Don't keep shit from me!" He yells.
"I can't!" I screamed, but my god damn stupid emotions make me hiccup around each syllable. "I just can't tell you Ryan!" I snapped.
He stands from his position. Strutting towards me. He slides a finger into my mouth. "Do I need to slide my cock between these lips to remind them that bad things come out of them?" He gloats, leaning down until his lips are a whisper away from mine. "Or maybe I just need to fill your cunt with my cock and fuck you so hard your secrets beg to run from me..." He said.
I still, the fist he's punched into my gut throbs with unbearable pain. Cool air blows through my blood, my body shivering with frost.
'He's already judging me...' I hate him. "Fuck you!" I hissed.
His hand is at my chin and his nose pressing against mine. "Tell me who the fuck your little boyfriend is, Faith... And I promise I won't make you watch as I cut him up into little tiny pieces and scatter his limbs all over the fucking Pacific Ocean..." He threatens.
I push away from his grip. "He's not my boyfriend... I can't tell you anything else, Rye... You can't make me talk..." I snapped.
He exhales, pulling out another cigarette and putting it between his lips, just ask the door opens in the back ground and Wicked waltzes back in.
"We got a problem..." Wicked interrupts, doing a quick scan of me before going to Ryan. "The boyfriend heard us talking about what just happened... Before I could get my hands around his neck, he bolted..." I watched in horror as the color drains from Ryan's face and his thick black brows curve in around his eyes. His pupils dilate, baring his sharp teeth. His anger crackles through the room like a thunderstorm.
I wanted to say something, do something to make that look on his face go away, but I can't seem to come up with anything. I contemplate reaching out to him but I know he'll just recoil from me, and I don't think I can take that right now.
"You're coming back to my fucking house and you are not leaving unless it's on the back of my god damn bike or in my car..." He turns his face towards me completely. He sharp jaw twitches, the tattoos beneath his skin on his neck stretching. I'm momentarily lost in how much he has changed over the years. His skin remained soft and his features still pretty, but the tattoos and muscles douse his looks in something deadly and flammable. "Do I make myself fucking clear?" The room comes back to real time as I nod.
"Yeah... Okay..." I didn't want to agree to this, but there's a little bit of me that wanted to be near him right now and another part of me that is hoping to calm him down, but the biggest part of the fight that's happening inside of me right now is fear. I'm genuinely afraid of what John might do to me now that he I know that Ryan is in here.
'Did he know that it was Ryan?' I asked internally. The muscles in my face instantly release, my mouth falling open slightly.
"What? What the fuck is going on in your head right now?" Ryan snapped as he narrowed his eyes on me.
"Nothing..." I squeaked. 'Lying never felt so wrong...' I internally scolded myself.
~~Ryan's Perspective~~
I scowled at Wicked as I went back to Faith. She's fucking hiding shit from me, I know it. Owen knows is, Austin knows it, and most annoyingly of all, Wicked fucking knows it. Faith stands from the sofa, and all eyes are on her when she moves.
"Bathroom?" She asked.
"Back room... If you're not out in 4 fucking minutes, I'm kicking down the fucking door..." I said. Faith ignores me, brushing past and disappearing through the door.
"Are you always this hard on her?" Wicked asked.
"That's timid compared to what she's used to..." My focus hasn't wavered from Wicked. I'm like a shark sensing blood now, and that blood spilled from Wicked. I tilt my head, studying him closely. I have 2 options right now. I can put him back into the place he so conveniently seemed to have crawled out of, while still being able to salvage what's left of our friendship, or I can play the trick.
"You noticed the dismissive nature that girl throws at him? That comes from years and years of built up resilience after putting up with Ryan Carter's straight up bullshit..." Owen decides to speak his mind. I flip him off. He ain't wrong though.
"She's hiding something... We need to find out what that is..." Wicked said.
"I know that!" I hissed, a little too quickly.
I know why I'm more threatened by Wicked than I am of any of the others here, and that's because the other 2 have always looked at Faith as their own sister. None of them have ever tried to get with her, nor would they.
Faith Annabelle Carter had my name stamped over her fucking ass as a newborn baby. And there wasn't a damn fucking thing she could do to removed it. I knew it. Our friends knew it. Hell, our fucking parents knew it.
Except that Wicked isn't really from that part of our world, he hasn't grown up with us, which means he doesn't know the fucking rules. I don't like the way he looks at Faith sometimes, as through she's a piece of meat that's his for the taking. Owen and Austin know enough to know how things are. And even if they didn't, they know she's off limits, like way off fucking limits. They know how much she means to me, even when I pretend she doesn't.
But Wicked. The fucker has got another thing coming if he thinks he can look at Faith the wrong fucking way and get away with that shit.
"No one knows Faith better than I do..." I snapped at Wicked.
"Really? Then why don't you know what she's hiding?" Wicked tests the waters he really shouldn't be treading into.
"Simple really... I know how to keep secrets from him now..." Faith drifts in from behind me, but I don't shift.
I mentally count to 20 in my head to stop myself from rearing forward and ripping Wicked's throat right out of his neck. She picks up her phone from the sofa and I watch as her fingers grasp around the black case. Perfect white manicure. Simple, clean, yet knowing exactly what to do with it. The only thing worse than an innocent woman who is one, is one who knows exactly how to use it to bring evil to their knees. I don't know why the white sticks to me, but it does.
It catches my attention mainly because Faith is anything but the purity she's trying to proclaim painted on her nails. It's a statement.
"Shall we go?" She asked.
I finally stand, making my way to Wicked. When everyone is out of earshot, I grind my teeth and lock him with a glare. Wicked knows how to fight and hold his own, but make no mistake, I can fucking take him. You give a man something worth fighting for and he'll fight to the death. Faith is fight bait for me. You hang her sexy ass up in front of me and I'll lay out anyone who dares come near her.
"If we're going to have a problem where she is concerned, tell me now... I'd rather get blood in this room than at my house..." I smirked as I leaned into his ear, my eyes falling to his shoulder. Wicked steps backward, his dark brown eyes searching mine. He nudges his head out of the room.
"Chat..." He asked.
I bring up my figures to stop the rest of the room. "Give us a second..." I said.
Once we're out in the foyer, Wicked turns to face me. "First of all, fuck you... I never do anything without a fucking reason, you know that, second of all, you're fucking blind when it comes to her... She is your blind spot... Anywhere she is, everywhere else, no loner exists, Ryan... It makes you fucking dumb... She makes you fucking dumb... I'm here to make sure you're not always fucking dumb..." I watch as his mouth moves and I have to physically hold myself back from punching him square in the jaw.
"Not blind, brother, I'm fucking focused... You hang that girl over anything that you think I can't kill, fuck, or fight, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I will slaughter, wreck, and knock out... She isn't my blind spot... She's the fucking switch to my rage... She is what makes me fucking crazy... She is what I rip for... So I'll ask you one more time, and brother or not, I will fucking murder you..." I said.
Wicked shakes his head, running his hands over the back of his neck while clenching his jaw. "Ryan... I am not your enemy... You trust me... It's why you all let me into L'artisaniant..." Wicked said.
I paused and think over his word. Mainly truth. I do trust him. I trust him a lot. "Trust isn't something that I can negotiate where Faith is concerned..." I said.
"Damn... I don't think I ever seen a man not want, but need a girl so bad in my entire life..." Wicked said with a slight chuckle.
"You must be new here..." It was a joke. But it was mainly true. Though I have known Wicked for years, he has never witnessed how I am with Faith.
His hand comes to my shoulder. "Brother, trust me... Anything I do with her, or for her, is for your benefit..." Wicked said.
"Don't go near her..." I growled.
"So, you want her?" Wicked asked.
"Motherfucker, you are asking the wrong questions..." I snapped.
"Well, what am I supposed to ask?" He asked.
If anyone else has said those words, I would have smacked the shit out of them, but it's Wicked. I have to warm to him being around Faith.
"Not that..." I said after moment of silence.
"Why?" He asked, and I know he wants to get hit.
"Because there's no do I want her or does she want me..." I drag a puff of my cigarette until smoke drifts out of my nostrils. "There's just her and I and no one else..." I said.
Wicked nods. "Noted... I won't go near her like that, but I do want to find out what she's hiding..." He said.
He isn't alone with that.
~~My House~~
Later that night, after we rode back to my house and I was sure Faith was in bed, fucking asleep, I called church in my living room. I needed to vent about what I found out tonight and maybe while airing out the new facts, I can piece some of the puzzle back together.
"Why don't you just tie her to the bed and either fuck her to tell you or torture her?" Gypsy said. He's young, I know that. I constantly have to fucking remind myself of this fact or I'd kill him and then have a problem with Lion.
"Because that's not her..." I said.
"Just a suggestion..." Gypsy said shrugging his shoulders. I shake my head. I'm proud of how much he's growing and adapting to the life he's surrounded by. He was shit out of luck the second he left Lion's ball sac, though.
Lion leans over, resting his elbows on his knees. "She needs to tell you who he is... There's a reason why he is bringing her to your sex club..." Lion said.
"Why you gotta say it like that?" I asked.
Lion has never seen the details of L'artisaniant that most see. With Lion it's black and white. You either fuck or kill. "Because that's what the fuck it is..." Lion said with a shake of his head.
"Whoever he is, she's protecting him for a reason..." Wicked said. I'm still not sure how I feel about Wicked and his play with Faith. I know I trust him and his intentions but knowing that he has fucked her doesn't sit right with me.
"I don't doubt that... She knows I'll fucking kill him..." I said.
"What'd you do when she was in high school with all her boyfriends then? Damn. Fuck, Psycho, you're crazy over her..." Gypsy chuckled.
Silence.
"It's cute that you think I'd allow that..." I said.
"Poor bitch..." Gypsy said shaking his head.
"Have you had any new videos sent to you?" Lion asked.
I grit my teeth, my blood dousing the flames that blazed in my chest. "Yes... There have been 2..." I said.
Lion pulls his keys out of his pocket. "Keep an eye on the videos while trying to control your woman... You going to be good going on your run tomorrow or should I send someone else?" Lion asked.
I flip him off. "Fuck you... I'll be fine..." I snapped.
Lion chuckled as he makes his way to the front door. He casts me one last glance before stepping through the threshold with Gypsy, Wicked and Slim behind him.
Lion pauses at the threshold. "I never asked you about how she came about being your sister..." Lion asked.
"Hmm... Because I don't really tell anyone about it... She was dropped off on our doorstep... " I explained.
"No fucking way... I smell a rat..." He's not wrong either. There's definitely more to this shit than even I know, but I don't have time to go down that road right now.
"Yeah, well... It was a long fucking time ago, and mom and dad decided to keep her... I don't really blame them... She was a cute fucking baby... To me, she was just a doll I liked to play with but she grew on me..." I explained.
Lion nods thoughtfully, but I can tell he's still fascinated with the whole story, trying to find clues that may help us. "You didn't go through an adoption process?" Lion asked.
"No... Well, after she was left there, Mom and Dad did what they needed to do to find her family, but there was no record for her... Because of Dad, he pulled some strings and managed to legally adopt her after a child abandonment issue was released..." I continued to explain.
"Does she know any of this?" Lion asked.
"No... She thinks she was left at the orphanage and we went through the process that way..." I said.
"Something ain't right with that... Sit out the run... Try to get to the bottom of whatever is going on with her..." Lion practically ordered.
"Lion..." I growled. He knows damn well how much this club means to me and how I have never allowed anything to come near my club or brothers.
"Psycho, take care of the girl... She's your family, which means she's our family... Shit is tight in the club right now... We haven't had a war on our hands in the past year... Do whatever it is that you need to do..." Lion said.
"I still want that run..." I said.
"Fucking hell... Why?" Lion asked.
"Because I have a lot of anger inside and it's gotta come out one way or another..." I growled.
"You wanna start a war?" Lion asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nah, not this time..." I wink at him as he flips me off, slamming the door behind himself and now it's just me. And her. In a house where we don't have to be brother and sister. Growling I squeeze my eyes closed and try to cut out all the memories of what she felt like wrapped around my cock that night.
'I should have picked up on it... Why the fuck didn't I know it was her?' I asked myself internally.
~~Faith's Perspective~~
3 am. The numbers that flashed on the bedside table peered back at me. Swinging my legs over the bed, I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it out of the way. I freeze when I remember where I am.
'Ryan...' Inhaling and exhaling, I try to pull myself together. Reaching for my phone on the bedside table, I flick through the home screen.
Nothing.
No missed calls, no text messages from John. The fact that he hasn't reached out to me sends fear rustling through me.
Pushing off the bed, I make my way to the door, swinging it open and browse down the long hallway. There's a light that's on at the end, so I make my way toward it, the cold floor pressing against the soles of my feet. My hearts crackles in my chest, my stomach rolling with unease. I don't know what Ryan is going to be like when I see him.
I take the 2 steps that lead down into the living room, pausing when I find him lying back against the sofa and arm thrown over his face and his head resting on the back of it. He's shirtless, with nothing but his jeans unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips, displaying his Calvin Klein briefs. It's the first time I feel like I can see all of his tattoos. They're mainly skulls and demonic faces of sorts, but with the numbers 2000 tattooed over his chest. My heart short circuits when I see the numbers, my numbers, the year I was born, painted into his skin with the graffiti font he used to splash over Owen's rock when we were kids.
I make my way farther into the room, picking up the bottle of whiskey that's sitting on the coffee table and bringing the rim to my lips. I take a swing, running my hand down Ryan's shirt that I'm wearing.
Placing the bottle back onto the table, I slide my thumb over my bottom lip, swiping away the excess liquid while taking him in again. He's fucking gorgeous, and I don't even try to curb the thoughts that run through my head. I let my gaze graze over his sculpted body. His skin glistens and it makes him reek with power. I wonder what it feels like to have the entire length of him pressed down on top of me. His tight abs, the tattoos over his skin, his arm laced with muscles and bound by strength. He is everything bad. Everything that is wrong in the world comes in the package of Ryan Carter, but he never opens that package near me.
Ever.
His knees are spread, his chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm. His lips are parted slightly, yet he looks peaceful. From what I can see. I know that he's angry at me over Wicked, and I know that if he ever found out about John, he would probably cast me to the side like a used toy, but for right now, I need him. I want him in every way that he has starved me from over the years.
Placing my legs on the outside of his, I slowly lower myself down on top of him, and he instantly stills beneath me.
"Faith..." He starts to say. I press my fingers to his lips. I need him.
Bringing myself down to him, I run my tongue over the rim of his lips. His arm drops away from his face and my heart falls out of my chest. He is so fucking beautiful. His hair is messy on the top of his head, his eyes firm on me.
"Kitten... We're supposed to be siblings..." Ryan said.
"Mmm... But siblings don't know what each other tastes like... " I said.
His eyes narrow imperceptibly, but it's the kind of look that tells me he's turned on. Not that I really need to look at his face to know that. I'm pressed on top of him and I can definitely feel his erection. And I'll be honest, it turns me the fuck on. I remind myself that I've felt his cock, I've tongued it and sucked it and felt it inside me, vigorous and unrelenting. But it still doesn't feel real to me. I know that I've fucked Ryan, but it still isn't processing. I hadn't known I was fucking Ryan and that made all the difference.
But this time, I definitely know who I'm straddling, I definitely know the man I'm touching. And I still want to keep going. He keeps looking at me his eyes dark with desire.
"Kitten... What are you doing?" He asked.
"What do you think?" Then, before he can say another word or respond in any way, I lean in, press my breast up against him and slide my tongue right into his parted mouth. I feel him stiffen beneath me, his whole body, not just his cock , and I know I caught him off guard. He never expected me to initiate, but, well, fuck it. I'm done waiting. I've suffered enough the last few years and I want to take what I can get when I can get it.
The kiss is much slower and much more tender than I imagined it would be, Ryan's tongue fights for dominance. But I hold my own pretty well. We kiss for so fucking long that my pussy aches with longing. I only have to pull away to take a breath. And when I do, Ryan reacts. His body goes still beneath me and just when I think he's going to throw me off him, his arm hooks around me my lower back holding me hostage. His other hand comes behind my neck, clenching me roughly.
He pulls my face down to his him and smirks over my lips. "There's no going back after this..." He said.
"I know..." I answered.
I lean in to kiss him when he pulls back and picks me up from under my arms as if I weigh nothing, placing me on top of the coffee table. He spreads my knees wide, running his hands up my inner thighs.
"Shirt looks good on you..." He said.
"Shut up and take it off..." I hissed.
"Nah, I'm leaving that on for now..." As the words leave his mouth, his head disappears between my thighs and my fingers find his hair.
I prop myself up on my elbows, watching as he flexes with every movement. His hands wrap around each thigh and he pulls me farther into his mouth. My head flies back as his tongue flicks over my clit. I grind against his mouth as his tongue stays in the same place, sloppily licking me everywhere while soaking up my release. He slides his finger inside and then another. I'm so close to release. I can't breathe fast enough to catch up. Just as I'm near, he unlatches and runs his tongue over where my pussy meets my thighs.
I yelp when his teeth sink into my skin pushing at his shoulder. His mouth is back on me and his hands slipping under my ass, lifting me off the coffee table and standing to full height. I grip onto his hair as my thighs tighten around his neck.
"Ryan! Don't drop me!" I squeaked.
He chuckled from between my thighs. "Not happening..." His mouth opens on my clit as he moves us back through the way I walked down and back into the room I woke up in. Throwing me onto the bed, he tilts his head, swiping his mouth with the cushion of his thumb while his other hand squeezes his bulging cock. "Take it off..." He demanded.
"What? This?" I ask innocently, batting my lashes while grabbing his shirt.
His eyes narrow. "Now..." He growls.
I shrug off the shirt until I'm in nothing but my bra, crawling to the end of the bed. His eyes flash with heat setting my cheeks on fire. Tucking my finger into the waist band of his jeans. I pull him closer to me, as his fingers dive into my hair.
"Kitten..." He growls. I hummed my reply as I peered up at him from beneath my lashes while tugging his jeans down pass his cock. I need it. My mouth waters from how much I need to taste him in my mouth. I need it. Him. This, whatever he gives me. It's toxic, but I'd drown in his poison. He yanks my head backward by my hair and tilts his head. "Stand..." He said as I stumbled to my feet, my lips curling between my teeth to stop smirking. Got him. "You think you've been been fucked before and that's the problem..." I said.
"How is that a problem?" I asked carefully, knowing I'm balancing on his patience.
He grabs me by the back of my neck and shoves my face to his. "We're going to kill each other... You know that right?" He said.
"That's fine..." I run the tip of my finger over the hard curve of his jaw. "Fuck me like you want to kill me..." I purred.
"Oh but I do..." He growled.
"You've fucked me before, Rye... You know how I like it..." I purred as I nipped at his jaw.
"Touché..." His other hand comes to the front of my throat. "One more thing... I have a kink for the color purple..." He said.
My eyebrows furrow and before I can connect the dots in my head, his grip around my throat tightens, cutting off any chance of me breathing.
'Got it...'
He releases and I tuck my fingers beneath the waist band of his briefs, sinking to the ground while tugging them down with me until I'm face-to-face with his cock. The tight skin pulls around the tip where a sliver ball sits on the head. Wetting my lips, I part them over his tip and roll my tongue underneath, sliding him deeper into my mouth.
"Fuck... Arch your back..." He groans and the handle he has on my hair tightens, his hips bucking forward. I follow his instructions and when he moans again I take him in farther. I want all of him, all at once. I've never been so greedy for cock. The desire to swallow him whole is so alarming that I can feel wet moisture pooling between my thighs.
A second later, I feel a drop of my juices run down the inside of my leg. But I don't stop, I just grab a hold of Ryan's cock and suck on it like a starving woman who's just been offered nourishment. My saliva slides over his tip coating the length of him, making it easier for me to glide his cock in and out of my mouth. After a few seconds I'm full on deep throating him. I can feel his body rung tight with need, and he keeps one hand on my head as he fucks my mouth, his back arching in the process.
Sliding out, I twirl my tongue over his piercing and suck him back into my mouth bobbing my head. His hips buck forward, my scalp stinging from his pulling. Holding me by the back of my neck, he pulls out and squeezes my cheeks, leaning down to run the tip of his nose over mine.
"The second I knowingly put my cock inside of you, that's it... It's game over..." He said giving me a chance to change my mind.
"Understood..." I purred.
Leaning down, he bites my lower lip into his mouth before standing and flipping me over onto my stomach. I land on the bed in a thud before he's moving on top of me.
"You're on the pill, I presume..." He asked.
"Yes..." I said breathlessly.
He stares at my body, a fist in his mouth. Then his eyes fly to mine. "Jesus fucking Christ... How many men have you fucked..." He growled.
"Ryan... Not doing this right now..." I growled. I just want him.
"Answer..." He urges and when he hovers over the back of me, his head tilting as his hand trails down the the top of my spine. "Maybe not now, but you will be doing it..." I'm almost certain I will not. His teeth sink into the nape of my neck. "I'll just have to fuck you hard enough to engrave the hard edges of my cock deep inside your cunt..." He growled.
His other hand come to my hip and he raises me up until I'm on all fours, his hand at my hair and the other cupping my pussy from behind. His finger slides in and out, rolling around and spreading my wetness over my entrance. Being so exposed to Ryan is enough to keep me wet for days, but he continues to torture me anyway.
Finally, I feel the tip of him brush over my entrance. He's thicker than I remember. Heavy and angry. He pushes inside of me and I fist the sheets with my fingers, screaming out through my raw vocal cords as he continues to fill me to the brink. He releases my hair and grabs on to the back of my neck as he picks up the pace. With every thrust, I slam back into him. Relentless, that's how he fucks me. His hand tightens around the back of my neck as my pussy sings like a fucking siren for her release. He slows down the speed but intensifies the thrusting.
Jolting me forward, he grinds into me as fire ripples through my veins and my muscles release the tension they've been holding onto. Wet cum drizzles down the inside of my thighs. With sweaty hands, he pulls out of me and pushes me back down onto my back, my hair sprawling out over his sheets.
"Always knew you'd be beneath me one day..." He smirks and I can't even smile, that's how exhausted I am. He crawls over me, stretching my knees wide with his while his cock is at my entrance again.
I search his eyes that are right above me, and I have to fight the emotion that's roaring to the surface. Once he finds out the truth, he's going to hate me. His hand comes to my throat as his lips fall to mine. Just as he slips back inside of me, he kisses me. Not hard, or fast, or rushed. His lips move in perfect synchrony, as if kissing is his art and I'm the student. Our lips don't break, and when he pulls out and slams back inside of me, I moan into his mouth his fingers clench around my throat.
And so it happens, the kissing, the slapping of sweaty bodies filling the room, the grunts and groans, the smell of sex tainted in cigarette smoke. I've never felt so good while feeling so guilty at the same time. As I know that this right here, with him inside of me is what home feels like, but the guilt that creeps into my bones reminds me that I'm not being honest with him. He has always protected me and I know that the second he finds out that he failed in the worst way possible, he's going to carry the guilt.
So for now, while I have him, I'm going to drown in his poison and Pray for a quick death. His hips grind into me as he continues to ride my body over and over. Every now and then his grip around my throat would tighten, until I feel like my head is the shape of a balloon. But then he'd release it and bites, gnawing at my neck like a vampire, breaking the flesh on my neck until blood slides down the curves of my throat.
"Ryan!" I moan tirelessly, my thighs clenching around his waist. Our bodies are slick with moisture, my heart nearly flat lining.
His mouth is back on mine and I lose it, my insides turn to liquid fire, igniting my orgasm until I'm dripping down his cock and over my upper thigh in jolts of release. He muffles his moans by biting down on my bottom lip as he pulses inside of me. His chest dropping down to mine.
Sedated, I wrap my arms around him as he slides out, tucking me into his chest. He kisses my head. "You're going to tell me who that man is, Kitten, and I'm going to make sure he knows exactly who he just fucked with..." He mutters into my hair.
I can barely keep my eyes open that I just hummed and let sleep take me over.
~~Next Day – Clubhouse - Ryan's Perspective~~
I fucked up last night, let shit slip. My restraint when it comes to Faith is imaginary and having her walk her sexy little ass onto my lap was like hanging bait in front of a starved wolf. I'm obviously going to fucking snap. I was weak, but it wasn't wrong. It should be wrong, but when I've been fantasizing about having her under me for so long, having it finally happen only solidifies those same feelings. Feelings I sure as fuck can not afford to have in my life.
"I fucked up..." I said to Wicked as soon as he pulled in behind me at the clubhouse.
"You fucked her again..." It wasn't a question, it was a confirmation.
"Yeah, and what's worse? Is that, I'm not letting her leave now..." I groaned.
"You're a dumb fuck... Been fussy with your pussy for years now... Never fucked the same bitch twice, with the exception of Leah, and now all of a sudden you're ready for a wifey..." Wicked said shaking his head.
I flip him off. "I didn't say that... I just mean she's fucking with my head... I always knew the potential she could have with me and it's partially why I vowed myself when I was a kid that I'd never touch her... Fucking tempted too, damn, there were a few close calls when we were kids when I almost fucking threw it all in and was ready to pursue her like that but..." I pause as we reach the edge of the steps, turning my head over my shoulder. "But she's my fucking sister..." I growled.
"Well, it could be worse... She could be your blood relative..." Wicked said. I shake my head. He wasn't wrong.
We entered the clubhouse and find Lion, Gypsy and a few other brothers already there around the table. Lion narrows his eyes on me.
"Can smell the pussy from here..." Lion said as he glared at me.
"Yeah? Been that long since Bonnie let you slide between her lips?" I snapped.
"Fucker..." Lion said with a smirk, shaking his head.
I blow a kiss at him while taking my place on his right. "Why is everyone so fucking serious?" I asked.
Lion shuffles in his seat. "Something has happened over night, and I've been waiting for you to arrive before I filled everyone in..." Lion explained.
Pulling out a cigarette, I bite it into my mouth while grabbing my lighter. "I'm listening..." I said.
Lion cracks his neck. "The supplier that your old man was dealing with turned up dead on the cartel's front door..." Lion said his tone said he was serious.
I blow out a cloud of smoke. "Sounds like a mafia problem, not a MC problem..." I said.
"It's a you problem, which makes it an us problem..." Lion said.
"How so?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. I waited for the ball to drop. Lion leans forward, a fucking sparkle in his eye that only ever comes when he knows murder is upon us.
"Because he had been ripped..." I paused at his words. Slowly blowing out the cloud of smoke between my lips.
"Well, it wasn't mine..." I said.
"Psycho... It's yours..." Lion said.
"Nope..." I shake my head, flicking the ash off the tip of my smoke. "It wasn't me... I haven't shaved anyone since..." I paused, thinking over my last kill. "Since 3 weeks ago..." I explained. Though, something's not right.
I know when my last kill was and I had nothing to do with the fucker who was found ripped, which means someone is pretending to me. Lions expression is scrunched up into one of concentration and confusion. I know he doesn't believe it was me, but the problem stands nonetheless.
"There's no way this guy was murdered by me... I had no reason to rip him in the first place..." I grit my teeth together, wondering who the fucker behind it is. He's definitely someone with an agenda, that much is certain. 'But why me? Why is he trying to copy my signature?' I wondered internally. None of it makes sense and I have a feeling that once it does, I won't like it one bit.
Lion leans back in his chair, studying me curiously. Gypsy runs his hands over his hair. "Then fuck, you have a copy..." Gypsy said.
"The is a problem because the cartel thinks that you killed their man and now we have a possible war on our hands..." Lion explained.
This is the first time I've ever had a copy. And that's not because I think someone can't copy me, but it's because the art in how I leave my mark isn't something that people generally want to do. Ever.
"Call a meeting with them..." I suggest.
"Ryan..." Lion drops my real name. "This is the fucking Colombian Cartel... You ever seen Scarface? They don't fuck around..." Lion warns.
I lean back in my chair, tossing up the options that we have, when his words stop me in my tracks. "Who the fuck did they kill? Usually the 3rd party is a fucking falcon..." I said.
Falcon is what some cartels, mainly Spanish, call their eyes and ears. The bum boys who do nothing but sniff ass and then run back to their Capos to let them know what the smelled.
Lion chuckles, running his withered hand over his scruffy beard. "It was a Capo..." Lion said.
I grit my teeth, squeezing my eyes closed while trying to think over what this might mean not only for me but for my club too. And now that Faith is back in my life, I'm not willing to gamble on shit. Which is exactly why I never wanted her back in my life. She's a walking target for anyone who has a beef with me.
"We need to talk some sense into Santiago Gracia... Someone is crossing both of us and I'll make sure he fucking knows it... Bring your sister in..." Lion practically demanded.
"Fuck no! Why would I do that?!" I said, my voice veiled in irritation. There's no way in fucking hell that I'm bringing her into this mess.
"Into the clubhouse you fuckwit... We're going on lock down until we have shit sorted with the cartel... Direct families only, you all know the drill..." Lion said.
With a round of 'Run wild, Live free', everyone spills out of the room, leaving Wicked, Lion and I alone. Once their asses are out of earshot I began speaking.
"She hasn't given me a name..." I said.
Lion docilely strokes his beard, the sound of his leather cut rusting with every movement. He leans forward, hands in front of him on the table. "Bring her in... We can work on that..." Lion said.
"You stay out of that... I'll get it, I'm just saying... Something doesn't add up..." Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I flick off a text to Slim and fluff, who are on babysitting duty right now, telling them to bring her in.
"You might not want to hear this, but I think this goes a lot deeper than her having a little boyfriend who has a fetish for group fucks in an upscale mansion..." Lion said.
"Mmm... Maybe..." I said, running my finger over my upper lip.