CHAOS (A Lords of Sin MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) (2 page)

“Please, Troy! Don’t stop,
keep fucking me with your big dick!”

How I wish I would’ve known that those words would be seared into my memory for all eternity.

“How hard do you want it, babe? I don’t do gentle. Tell me how rough you want me to
fuck
you,” his lips snarled as he bit my shoulder.

“
Fuck me like a slut! Pound my pussy!” What the fuck is going on with you, Raven?
I couldn’t be bothered to answer that question while his cock was filling me to the hilt.

My breath hitched as he reached around and grabbed my breasts while he crammed himself all the way inside of me. I pushed my breast deeper into the palm of his hand, hoping and praying he’d understand my body language. He didn’t miss a beat. His strong fingers grabbed hold of my nipples, pinching and pulling them into perfectly erect cones.

“There’s no way this is your first time,” he snarled. “You’re way too fucking good at this, and you know exactly what you want,” he pulled his dick out of me, rubbing it up and down the length of my pussy as he barely grazed it.

“I swear, this is my
first time…ever.
Please, I’m begging you, don’t stop!”

I ground my ass and pussy against his cock as I pleaded for him to take me again. I’d do anything to get him back inside my aching, needy pussy. He remained still for a moment, then I heard a throaty roar escape his lips as he brought them close to my ear.

“That’s what I wanted to hear!” he slapped my ass with a vengeance, his teeth sinking into my skin. “Roll the fuck over. I’m not done with you yet, babe.”

Vulnerable and melted into the sweaty sheets, I obediently rolled over. His hungry, piercing eyes gazed at me long and hard.

“Wrap those fucking legs around my waist and don’t let up when I make you cum all over my cock. Don’t make me tell you twice, consider it a test for me to see if you can listen. If you’re lucky, I might fuck you again. You hear me, babe?”

I stared at him for a moment, my eyes narrowing as I studied him. He’d given me plenty of chances to say no, to get away, and I straight up knew he was bad news, but I didn’t care. I wanted him badly, and I’d play along with whatever he wanted me to if it meant possibly being with him again. Things had already gone too far, my virginity no longer existent, and all I wanted him to do was fuck me again and again.

My hand reached down, running my fingers along the length of his cock as it stayed nestled between my slit.
Holy fuck! He’s hard!
I couldn’t bear another minute of him not being inside of me. I dared him.

“You talk a mean game, Troy, but why don’t you show me what you got? Show me why I’d
want
to fuck you again.”

My voice was shaky and nervous, but I wanted him to see me as a challenge. Teasing him as I finished my last word, I locked my legs around him and gave his hips a good squeeze. My eyes stayed focus on his big cock still resting between my legs. His dick jerked as thick, pre-cum pulled and dribbled off the head of his tip. Before I could stop myself, I swirled my fingers through it and sucked it off the tips of my fingers. That was all it took. I was hooked on his manly, savory taste and it was all it took to rile him up. The animal inside of him forced his way back inside me.

“Pulling fucking stunts like that will get a little girl like you in big trouble,” he growled as he buried himself into me.

His hands grabbed and pinned both of my wrists above my head as he held them against the mattress. Then he resumed thrusting into me, penetrating me faster because this time, my pussy was dripping wet. Pleading and panting, my whole body fell apart. Hot, wet and wanting, I couldn’t wait for him to finish fucking my brains out. And he did just that. His deep, rough thrusts shook my whole body. My lips parted, forming a perfect O, as I started to cum.

“That’s it, babe, keep fucking cumming,” he commanded me. If only it were that damned easy. “I wanna feel that tight, slick pussy of yours gripping my dick until I drain my balls.”

I completely lost it. Never in my life had I came so hard. There had been plenty of times when I’d masturbated, but
nothing
compared to the electrifying orgasm I was having with Troy.
Fucking shit!
My mouth popped open as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“Troy!” I managed to say.

There was something about being fucked by a bad boy.
The bad boy.
He was more than twice my size, and the way his hard body pressed mine into the mattress fueled my hormones and got me higher than any amount of weed could. He fucked me relentlessly, harder and deeper as I exploded around him.

Suddenly he stopped. Using the weight of his huge body, he pressed me deeper into the mattress as he held still.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking
tight!
”

His dick pulsed deep inside me, making me feel every jerk and twitch it had to offer as he clenched his teeth and grunted. I could feel his hot cum flooding my pussy as he emptied his balls into me. The feeling of his cum pumping into my pussy pushed me over the edge and I came again, this time with him. We laid there, a tangled, hot sweaty mess. My pussy was still clenched around his cock, refusing to let go until he started to soften.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he panted as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. You sure you’ve never done this before?” he grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his dick clean before tossing it to me.

I could feel his seed already trickling out of me. Using his shirt, I wiped my thighs and my middle before I sat up in his bed. “First time.”

“Yeah? I might have to invite you over more often then.” He walked over to his dresser and packed a bowl. “Here,” he lit it and handed it to me.

In my stoned stupor, I dumbly replied, “Does that mean we’re dating?”

“You’re shitting me, right? This is what you consider dating? Fuck me,” he mumbled, taking a hit from the bowl.

My ears turned red and I slid down on the bed, covering my face with the sheets. Trying to fake a smile, I glanced down at the floor.
I should’ve known better.
He doesn’t date girls, he made that very clear. Suddenly, I felt stupid sitting in his bed naked as he stared at my tits through the paper thin white bedsheet. I started to reach for my clothes when he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by that. I’m only fuckin’ with you.” Staring at him, I tried to figure out whether or not he was sincere. My mouth opened, but nothing would come out. “You hungry? I sure as fuck got the munchies. Wanna grab a bite to eat?”

Holy fuck, is he serious?
This defies everything he’s told me. He doesn’t do dating, relationships, romancing and dinners. “Starving.”

“I’d say you earned a meal today,” he grinned. “I’ll take you to Michael’s.”

“Michael’s?” It was a well-known bar and pub, not exactly a place I’d ever been before. My dad had told us stories about that place, and I knew better than to go. But still under his spell, I couldn’t say no.

“Yeah, they serve me there, and their food is the bomb. Get dressed, let’s go.”

We hopped onto his Harley after we were dressed. Oddly, the sun seemed brighter and the birds chirped louder. Wrapping my hands around him and holding him close was better than trippin’ shrooms. I was going on a
date
with the biggest bad boy in town—one of the top prospects for the Lords of Sin. With him, I never worried about what others thought or who gave a fuck. All of my thoughts faded into his huge, muscular frame as I held onto him. He had the ability to beam me into a different universe, a dark paradise that I never wanted to come back from.

Our dinner was cut short when I came back from the ladies room. He’d just ended a call when he told me we had to go.

“Grab a to-go box, babe. I gotta drop you off.” His sharp jaw line was flexing as the tension in his face continued to build. I knew something was wrong, but there was no way he was going to tell me what it was. I tried pressing him, but he was tight-lipped. Not wanting our date to end, I offered to go with him as he pulled in front of my dad’s house.

“It’s best you stay home, babe. The shit’s too dangerous.”

My heart pounded like never before as we sat with his bike idling, him waiting for me to get off and go inside. I wanted to spend more time with him and I was scared for him. The Lords of Sin were nobody to fuck with, and if they needed him, it meant trouble was brewing on the home front. I tried one more time. “Troy, let me go with you. Tell me what’s going on, please?”

His icy stare pierced me as he looked right through me. “It’s nothing that concerns you, and you shouldn’t be so nosy. Get inside.”

I narrowed my eyes as I climbed off the back of his bike. “If that’s how you want it, then fine!” The way he’d said, “Get inside,” was colder than the North Pole. He’d hurt my feelings and broke my heart into tiny pieces. I’d heard him use that tone before, but it was usually with the bimbos at school who were trying to hang on his arm, annoying him as he walked down the hall.

He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around before he shook the living shit out of me. “Don’t you fucking dare, Raven!” his voice boomed. “I don’t need any of your shit right now. It’s club business. My brothers come first, and always will. You just march that hot little ass of yours right into your dad’s house and stay put.”

Club business.
That must be what they teach these guys to say. I could picture the president of the MC handing out prospect cuts saying, “The first thing you need to understand is club business. And nobody else needs to know it.” I hated those words. I could already sense how far down the ladder I was—I didn’t even have a foot off the ground. It was evident that the club meant everything to him, and he was only a prospect. The look on my face must’ve betrayed my thoughts.

“Look, Raven, I can’t be fucking bringing you in where you don’t belong. That’s the last damned thing either of us need.”

My head dropped as I took my walk of shame up the sidewalk leading to the front porch. Not another word uttered from his lips to me, he turned his back and revved his engine as he sped down the street. I didn’t know it at the time, but I’d soon learn that this was the norm. Anytime we were out on a date or hanging out, the instant the club called about
club business
—the two words I hated most in the English language—meant that our time had come to an end and I was chopped liver. But I relished in every minute that we did get to spend together—at least until the end of my senior year. That’s when everything would change forever.

Chapter 1: Raven

“Got a fresh body for you today,” Matty strolled into the lab.

“Spare me,” I rolled my eyes. “What’s the scoop on this one?” I asked as I finished the autopsy on Mr. Grant who had died the previous evening. Fortunately, he passed away peacefully in his sleep from a brain aneurysm. By the looks of my latest arrival, he didn’t look as lucky.

“Name’s Scott Theobold, he’s 27. The department got a call early this morning from a hysterical elderly couple who found his body near Elm and Clay, by the park.”

Walking over to the corpse, I unzipped the body bag. “He’s one of the Charger’s.” I recognized the cut he was wearing right away. I’d seen my fair share of the MC members from the area in my lab to know who they were affiliated with. “What’s his story?”

“From what we could tell, he was a newer member of the club. Their president, Dalton, confirmed his status. He was only patched in eight months ago. Shot four times in the chest, but that’s all we know so far.”

Sergeant Matthew Donnelly, or Matty as I called him, poured himself a cup of coffee. I’d known him since high school when we used to run in the same crowd—with the bad boys. Yep, that’s right. Sgt. Donnelly used to be a prospect for the Lords of Sin MC back in the day. Just like I used to be in love with one. But as we grew older, we both ended up going on respectable paths rather than the way of the MC. His top priority now was crime control, which meant that anytime there was a murder, he’d pop up in my lab.

“Are you going to stand there sipping coffee or are you going to get me a copy of the police report?” Sometimes he was so absent-minded. It was like babysitting a fucking kid—and he kind of looked like one, too. At least now he did. He used to have longer hair, kind of messy. But now, he had it neatly parted to the site and slicked down with a glob of gel. In a way, he kind of reminded me of a younger version of Andy Griffith.

“I’m already on it,” he handed me a copy of his report. “You look beautiful today. Got plans this evening?”