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“I want you to come for me, Ana.  I want to taste you.”
 

 

His voice wasn’t much more than a whisper as he raised his head for a moment toward me and then returned to the sweet torture he was imparting upon my skin and pussy.  I moaned beneath him, letting myself enjoy the sensations of how he felt.  I wanted to chalk it up to just the sensations he was stirring, but I knew it was much more than that.  I was somehow drawn to him in a way that went well beyond sex.

 

 

 

I arched my hips upward as he lapped at my slippery pussy folds, causing me to groan loudly.  I pulled at his shoulders with my hands, trying to pull him upward, but he resisted.  He was determined to bring me to orgasm as he toyed with my clit using his thumb, all the while continuing his sensual assault with his tongue buried deep inside of me. 

 

 

 

Unable to hold back any longer, I gave in to his skilled mouth and hands and shook with the force of my first orgasm.  I cried out his name repeatedly as my body seemed to shatter into a thousand tiny shards of pleasure, each orgasm more powerful than the one before it.  He enthusiastically lapped up the juices he had created between my legs, kissing my thighs as he moved upward along my skin once again.

 

 

 

“Dio, Oh God.”

 

 

 

“I love the way you say my name.  Come here.”

 

 

 

His lips found mine, sharing the taste of my own juices with me as he kissed me deeply.  Pulling away, he looked down at my face and watched me closely as he sank deep inside of me, pushing himself until he filled me completely with his throbbing cock and began rocking back and forth inside of me with excruciating slowness. 

 

 

 

I felt like I had died and gone to heaven as the friction increased between our heated bodies and I found myself once more on the brink of an explosion.  My fingernails dug into his back as I let loose from my very center, almost pushing him free of me with the violence of my orgasm.  It felt more like an eruption than a climax, leaving me breathless with the sheer force of it.

 

 

 

“That was beautiful to watch and to feel.”

 

 

 

I looked up into his eyes, realizing that Dio wasn’t just fucking me like one of the girls in the club.  This was him, this was him giving himself to me entirely.  He was taking his time, giving me as much pleasure as he would take.  Perhaps it wasn’t love, but it was something meaningful, much more so than I would have ever thought.  I realized again that it might very well be mutual.

 

 

 

“I love how you feel inside of me.”

 

 

 

“I think we fit together just perfectly.  I love the way you tighten around me with each stroke.  It’s incredible.”

 

 

 

“Feels incredible from this side too.”

 

 

 

There were no more words, just the animalistic sounds of our coupling as Dio slid in and out of me with long, piercing strokes.  He was touching me in a way that went far beyond the physical as he continued to hold my eyes with his.  He was taking possession, letting me know that he would own me before all was said and done.  I should resist, but I found that I couldn’t.  I just wanted more of him.

 

 

 

Grabbing my hands with both of his, he pulled them above my head, leaning down to suckle at one of my hard nipples as he continually increased the depth and force of his strokes inside me.  He was holding me down, taking what he wanted, and I didn’t mind.  If he wanted to own me, then he could, at least for tonight.  Perhaps for longer, even though I felt frightened by my desire for him.

 

 

 

His passion took hold as he ceased his deep strokes and began pumping into me harder and faster, his grunts filling the room around us as he made me come over and over.  They seemed to only taper before launching into a new one.  I was nothing more than a quivering mess as he took all I had to offer.

 

 

 

I felt like I was on fire as he continued to pound into me feverishly.  I realized that I was too far gone.  I had lost all perspective with Dio.  I was his and he was going to make sure I knew that without a doubt before I left this room tonight.  I would be his possession, his prize, and I would never harm him in any way, or so he thought.

 

 

 

My loud screams of pleasure bounced off the walls of his room as I gave him everything I had to give, but he showed no signs up slowing down, plunging into me again and again as he emitted a low groan from somewhere at the back of his throat.  I didn’t know if it was him relieving stress from recent events or if he was always like this, but he had more staying power than I had ever encountered in a man. 

 

 

 

By the time he finally gave in to his own desires and came inside of me, we were both covered with fine droplets of perspiration and lay exhausted across the bed.  Climbing beneath the covers, we drifted off to sleep for a while.

 

 

 

Somewhere during the night, I was awakened by the feel of his fingers drifting lightly across my skin, his kisses raining down upon my neck.  I nuzzled toward him, enjoying his caresses.  I wasn’t sure how it could be happening, but I felt myself falling for Dio.  The man who I had come here to destroy was somehow moving me to a change of heart.  In fact, it seemed that my heart was playing a huge role in my thoughts concerning him.

 

 

 

I found myself second guessing everything I had thought about him.  I wondered if I was doing the right thing in trying to bring him down.  Was it possible that he was innocent in all of this?  If he had nothing to do with my father’s murder, was there a way to spare him in taking down the people who actually did the deed?  Then again, was he truly innocent of anything?  Wasn’t he the one who called all the shots here?

 

 

 

I was still sorting out my head and heart when he pulled me closer, kissing me and exploring my folds with his fingers as I lay quietly against him.  I was still tender from the roughness of before and it made it feel all the more intoxicating to have him touching my swollen folds.  I felt like I was in heaven.

 

 

 

We made love again, this time so slowly it felt like I might dissolve into tears of joy.  I hadn’t felt this way in a long time.  I felt a need for him that transcended the physical.  I ached for everything he was giving to me and I despised myself for wanting it.  This wasn’t what I had come here for, but I couldn’t deny that it was something I desperately wanted. I couldn’t say that I didn’t want him in ways that I shouldn’t.

 

 

 

Finally, we drifted back off to sleep in one another’s arms.  I felt safe there, like nothing could ever harm me again.  If Dio had set out to take complete control over me, he had done just that.  It wasn’t just about the sex, but also the glimpses of the real man who existed beneath his tough exterior.  I understood that he had a huge burden on his shoulders, a burden that denied him the ability to always be who he really was inside.

 

 

 

I awoke the next morning to the sound of his voice calling my name.  I rolled over and smiled at him, feeling oddly blissful for someone who had just given in completely to the enemy. 

 

 

 

“Good morning.  Did you sleep well?”

 

 

 

“I did.”

 

 

 

“So did I.  Last night was amazing.”

 

 

 

“Yeah.  You can go home once you are dressed.”

 

I watched as he left me lying naked in his bed.  Only the night before, I had felt the earth move, and now, I felt like the dirt that covered it.  Had I really thought that I could be something more to someone like Dio than just a conquest?  I got dressed and did a complete walk of shame to the elevators.  I went from feeling warm and wanted to feeling cold and vengeful in just those few moments of time between his words and my departure.

 

Chapter Ten
 

The following day, I didn’t hear from Dio.  When I went to the club to work, he was not there.  I overheard Hannibal telling someone that he had business to attend to over in central.  I could only assume he had not gotten the response he had requested on the phone yesterday and went to tend to things there.  I wouldn’t be surprised to read about some mysterious carnage in the paper tomorrow. 

 

That was how these things worked.  Rival gangs and clubs went head to head, and even though the authorities knew there had been some fallout between the two, they glossed it over to not seem like gang violence.  It made the city look bad and didn’t foster the welcoming atmosphere they wanted to draw in new residents and visitors.

 

Sometimes it was just a matter of keeping it quiet so that they could investigate the situation without it escalating before they could find out what had happened.  It was just like the situation with Backbone.  Until Dio had known that he was dead, he took no action, but once he was aware of it and who had supposedly done it, then it was a given that there would be payback.

 

Because of this, the police sometimes hid discoveries and attributed them to reasons other than one gang or club doing damage to another.  It was simply a matter of keeping the peace on a much broader scale.  Reducing the damage to minor incidents or none at all instead of all out war on opposing turfs.  It was something I had learned when my father died.  It had taken days to receive notification of his death while they sorted out whether they had more to worry about than just one death.

 

My father had never harmed anyone in his life.  He was a good man, but irresponsible.  Gambling was his weakness and when he had gone to the Leathernecks for money, they had gladly given it to him, at a very high price.  Oddly enough, he had gotten lucky with that money, paying it off with the ridiculous interest he had owed within days of having borrowed it.  That should have been the end of things, but for some reason, it wasn’t.

 

I suddenly realized that I felt very tired.  All of this business with Dio and the club, Backbone and everything else was really getting to me.  I wanted to walk out and never come back, but if I did, I knew that I would never know what happened to my father, and that was something for which I needed answers.  Shaking myself free of my thoughts, I got ready to leave.

 

“I’m headed home, Hannibal.”

 

“Alright.  Goodnight, Ana.”

 

I made my way through the lobby, still not seeing Dio anywhere, and caught the transit home.  I didn’t think much about not seeing Dio due to the circumstances with Backbone, but when two more days passed and I didn’t see or talk to him, I began to wonder what was going on.  I mentioned his absence to one of the other girls who seemed to like me and was told he had been in and out, but mostly during times I wasn’t there.

 

After a few days, I finally saw him making his way in through the front doors.  I smiled at him as he approached the bar, but the expression on his face was blank, emotionless.  Though it shouldn’t matter to me, I found that I felt hurt.  I chastised myself for losing sight of what I was supposed to be doing here and decided to get back on my game plan rather than worrying about the likes of Dio.

 

When one of the other girls asked for a few nights off to visit her sick sister in another state, I quickly told her I could fill in for her.  I knew Dio wouldn’t like finding me out on the floor, but I had to be more mobile and get the answers I had come here for.  With me having been there for at least a short while and being behind the bar for a bit, most of the guys and the girls who worked there were at least familiar with me.

 

It would give me a chance to find out everything I could.  Of course, I found myself hoping that it might make Dio just a hint jealous to see me once again flirting my way around the casino with members of the club.  I knew there were rumors that he had told them I was off limits, so he must have some interest.  I made my way to one of the other main players in the club, a burly guy by the name of Micah.

 

“Micah, can I get you something to drink?”

 

Micah was a regular at the bar.  He was one of the few who liked to sit up there and I had seen him looking at me while I worked on several occasions.  Though he was only a year younger than Dio, he looked at least ten years older.  His use of steroids was well known and quite obvious from his overly muscular frame.  He could be a hothead at times, but mostly just liked to drink and have fun with the girls from what I had seen.

 

“You sure can.  How about you get us both a bottle of Crown and we’ll share it?”

 

“Sure thing.  I’ll be right back.”

 

The rest of my evening was spent talking to him about his short lived but combat heavy military career, which seemed to be his favorite subject.  He was so engrossed in telling me graphic tells of his heroic acts that he didn’t take note of the fact that for each glass I poured myself, I poured him two that were considerably fuller than the one I nursed.  Pretty soon he was pretty liquored up and talking a lot more than I’m sure Dio would approve of.

 

“Man, they messed my boy Backbone up.  Tortured him for hours before slitting his throat.  I can’t believe that it went down with him like that.”

 

“The bangers?  Why would they do that?”

 

“Word is that it had something to do with stealing money from the club.  I don’t know how true that is, but Dio has been pretty pissed about the whole situation.  Doesn’t trust anyone anymore.  We are all getting raked over the coals by him.”

 

“I guess that is why he is in such a mood lately.”

 

“In a mood is putting it mildly.  He’s fucking pissed off.”

 

“So Backbone was stealing from the club?  I thought a gang took him down?”

 

“Yeah, the Cobras down in central.  I don’t know the details, but I know it was tied into missing money from here.”

 

“That seems weird that another group would be the ones to punish him for something he was doing here.”

 

“Honey, you hang around here enough and you won’t think anything is strange anymore.  I’ve seen more stuff than you could ever imagine.  Things ain’t always like they seem.”

 

“I guess not.”

 

I poured him another drink as I continued to nurse mine, now up to about a half glass to every three of his.  We had already been through one bottle and I’d had to go get a second.  How someone could drink like that and still be talking, I didn’t know, but he was hanging in there.  Of course, it didn’t seem he had to be too very drunk to run his mouth anyway.

 

“What is going on over here?”

 

I turned to see Dio looming over me, just as dark and foreboding as he could be when he wanted.  I was surprised that he had decided to grace me with his presence after so many days.  Perhaps he was just as jealous as I thought he might be with me flirting with Micah.  It certainly seemed that way anyway.

 

“Nothing.  Just having a conversation with Micah.”

 

“What are you doing out on the floor?  I thought we had you only working the bar?”

 

“I’m just filling in for Tabitha.  She had to go out of town.”

 

“I’m pretty sure we could do without one coked out whore for just a few nights without you filling her shoes.”

 

“Well, I said I would do it and so here I am.”

 

“You watch yourself, Ana.”

 

“Watch myself?  I’m just working, Dio.  Isn’t that what you pay me to do?”

 

“Yeah, behind the bar.”

 

“I’ll be back behind there soon enough.”

 

“See to it that you are and stay out of trouble while you are out here.  If you can’t just do the job I ask you to do without going off on your own little whims of what you prefer to be doing, then there won’t be a place for you here.  I’ve already told you once that I’m not someone you want to fuck with.”

 

I tried not to visibly flinch at how cold he was being to me, but it was a little hard to take.  I forced myself to focus on the bigger picture instead.  Faced with the risk of getting kicked out of the casino, I decided to tone down my defiance a bit and appease him.  He was being an asshole, but then again, it was my fault for expecting him to be anything but that given his reputation.

 

“I understand.  I’ll watch my step.”

 

“I’ll be watching it too.”

 

He turned as someone across the casino called out to him.  I watched as he began walking in their direction, leaving me alone with Micah, who had sat quietly listening in a drunken stupor.

 

“You shouldn’t piss off the boss, little lady.  He’s got a mean streak a mile wide.”

 

“He’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

 

“You’ve got some real spunk.  I like that.”

 

“Well, thanks.  I think.”

 

“Got some real nice tits too.  I’d like to get a much better view of them.”

 

“I don’t know about all that now.”

 

“I do.  Come on up to my room with me and let’s see just how perky those puppies are.”

 

“I can’t do that, Micah.  You know Dio won’t be happy about it.”

 

“So, you’re just a fucking cock tease, then?  Sitting here all night letting me look down your shirt and batting your eyelashes at me, but when it comes time to seal the deal, you are suddenly fucking Pollyanna?  What bullshit!”

 

“Micah.  There’s no need to get ugly about it.  I thought we were just having a decent conversation.”

 

“Fuck conversation.  I want to get my dick wet in that sweet little pussy of yours.”

 

“That isn’t going to happen, Micah.  Look, I’m going to go and let you finish your whiskey.”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

I walked away from the table, feeling a little shaky.  His anger was apparent, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it.  I wasn’t going to his room and Dio would come down on him if he pushed the issue too hard.  Perhaps he had been a bit cool to me lately, but his showing up at the table told me that I was right about him being jealous of me out on the floor.  In fact, I wasn’t done pushing his buttons just yet.  I just had to be subtle about it.

 

I still had several hours to go in my shift, so I targeted every person on my list who I thought might be able to help me, making quite the production of flirting with them and spending as much time as possible with those who seemed to be well inebriated and a little more forthcoming with anything of use.  At the end of the night, I really hadn’t gathered much, but at least I knew who might be good to talk to again.  I had sorted out the tight lips from the loose.

 

“You need to pack up and get out of here.  Your shift is over and I’m not sure that I’m going to let you come back unless it is behind the bar.”

 

I turned to face Dio as he pulled away from growling his little order in my ear.  I looked him in the eyes defiantly, as if I was not afraid of him.  It was a struggle to maintain my cool when I was on the verge of shaking all over, as much out of anger at him for making me feel something for that one night and then just acting like I didn’t exist as any fear he might instill as anything else.

 

“I am almost done with my shift.  I need to cash out at the bar and then I will be going home.  Would you like to come with me?”

 

“No, I wouldn’t.”

 

“Of course not.  Can’t have anyone believing they are good to you as anything more than a one-night stand.”

 

“I’ve already warned you, Ana.  Watch yourself.  Be careful what you say to me.”

 

“Or what?”

 

“That is something you won’t really care to learn.”

 

I watched as he turned and walked away.  Cocky, arrogant bastard!  I was nothing more than a plaything to him.  I couldn’t remember the last time a man had made me as angry as he did.  Beneath that, there was more than just a bit of hurt, though I didn’t want to admit that I was falling for someone like Dio.  I didn’t want to admit that I might be losing sight of what I had come here to do.

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