Exquisite Karma (Iron Horse MC Book 4) (18 page)

The memory of my sister withdrawing from me, going nearly catatonic with shock and grief after what had happened with Stewart, haunted me. She didn’t just ignore me after my epic blunder; she cut me so completely out of her life that it was like I didn’t exist. For a week after the incident she wouldn’t talk to or acknowledge anyone, withdrawing completely into herself before she snapped out of it, then took off to live out in the real world. I couldn’t handle seeing her disconnecting from reality like that again, and worried that the shock of killing those assassins might have unbalanced her.

“No, she’s still with us. Miguel, despite not being my ideal boyfriend for your sister, is very good to her.”

“Good.” I rubbed my eyes, exhaustion nipping at my heels. “Shit, I’ll be so glad when we get this stuff back to its owners and get those psycho Russian fucks off our backs.”

“Agreed, but first we must find out who is the one running this operation.” She pulled out one of her matte black knives and held it out to me hilt first. “Shall we go question your kidnappers?”

Taking the knife from her, a surge of strength and control fill me, the scared-and-helpless-sheep feeling melted beneath the cleansing heat of my anger. “Absolutely.”

Carlos “Beach” Rodriguez

The smooth, floral scent of Sarah’s perfume ghosted through the air around me as I buried my face in her pillow. I’m not ashamed to admit I miss her so much I ache with it, my chest hollow with the loss of her bright presence. Little things gutted me everywhere I went, subtle reminders that she was gone. I’d see or hear something and mentally file it away to share with her when we cuddled in bed that night. Then I’d remember I’d be going to bed alone and I’d get made, sad, and completely fucking irritated all over again. My heart began to pound and I groaned, pressing my face deeper into the pillow in an effort to escape my heartache. The fresh scent of her floral perfume mixed with the smell of her hair tormented me with a mere ghost of her presence but I didn’t give a fuck. It was better than waking up to a nightmare existence.

I’d stumbled through the door late last night in a daze, having been up for more than thirty hours. Every moment of my day had been spent doing shit too important not to be addressed personally by me. I had to shore up my alliances, defend my people, and maintain the club. All without the support of my Master at Arms, who was up in Denver with Swan. I was also missing his second in command, Hustler. He was out talking with Tom Sokolov right now, our source into the wicked ways of the Sokolov
Bratva
. Back in the day, Tom’s dad had been heir to the Sokolov
Bratva
, but he’d suffered a heart attack at thirty-five due to an undiagnosed heart defect, and Tom—then eight—had been too young to assume any kind of authority.

This led to an internal battle within the
Bratva
that left Tom somewhat exiled to the United States with his mother, while Tom’s cousin—a right evil fuckin’ bastard—controlled the Sokolov
Bratva
.

Tom would probably be dead as dirt if it wasn’t for the fact that his mother was the sister of one of the most powerful men in Moscow. Petrov Dubinski, head of the Dubinski
Bratva
, had enough power to raise or destroy entire countries. And for some reason, Petrov Dubinski had a great deal of personal affection for my future mother-in-law, Mimi Anderson, aka Lady Death and a bunch of other nicknames that all equaled scary bitch. I’d spent most of the night sitting in on conference call after conference call with Tom, letting him run the show. He was smart, but more importantly, he was Russian, which opened doors that would have been closed tight to an American like myself. The Russians were big on secrecy, loyalty, and they all distrusted outsiders.

With a groan, I rolled over and tried to force my thoughts to just fuckin’ stop racing so I could go back to sleep. My brain was fried to a crisp, my body was pissed at me for running myself into the ground, and I missed having Sarah in my bed more than I’d ever missed anything in my life. It was no surprise my thoughts had been of her and only her, my mind giving me fantasies of holding her once again.

In my dreams, I’d had Sarah tied between two giant trees like some kind of sacrifice, just waitin’ for me in the woods. A thick silver chain rested on her hips, covered with little coins. It looked like something a belly dancer would wear. Sarah had an extensive collection of lingerie, body jewelry, and all kinds of sexy outfits that she loved to put on for me, but this chain belt was one of my favorites. It made her look like an exotic sex slave, a perfect sacrifice, built to take my cock.

The grass in my dream was soft beneath my bare feet, and the rising sun bathed Sarah’s magnificent body in golden light. Naked except for that gleaming belt, she’d smiled at me as I approached, unafraid of me in a way no one had ever been before. The teasing glint in her eyes matched her dimpled grin and when I reached her, I cupped her sun-warmed cheek and gave her a soft, sweet kiss that had her purring in my arms.

No, she wasn’t my sexual slave, she was my gift. These ropes weren’t holding her here; she’d been bound by her own free will because she knew it would please me. Though she hid it from most of the world, her heart was unbearably sweet.

A light wind blew against us as our lips whispered over each other, her loose hair brushing against my face and her taste going right to my tight balls.

With my other hand I gently collared her throat, loving how she melted against me. For whatever reason, Sarah loved to indulged in some deep D/s occasionally and when she was in the mood, she was the perfect sexual submissive. She’d never be submissive to me in real life, but in the bedroom, after I’d warmed her up with some spanking, she entered a trancelike state that was fuckin’ amazing. Sinkin’ my dick into her when she was tied up, unable to do anything but let me give her pleasure, drove me crazy with the need to fuck her, own her, possess her.

Tightening my grip, I deepened our kiss and she began to move what little the loose ropes around her arms and feet allowed. The rich musk of her arousal teased the air and when she scraped her bare nipples over my chest, my cock jerked in appreciation. I don’t know what it is about her, but the moment we touch, every part of me yearns to be as close to her as I can get. Slipping a finger between the slick lips of her pussy, I find her clit already erect and her hips twitch as I slowly circle her nub with a feather-light touch, her little whimpers making me savage.

I release her throat, only to replace my fingers with my lips. Without mercy, I simultaneously bite her and thrust two fingers into her greedy cunt. My baby girl cries out and I push in and out slowly, loving the way her inner muscles grip me tight, then release. When she’s relaxed her pussy is so soft, feels like silk against my cock. Then she’ll tighten up and the silk turns to gripping velvet, equally amazing but in a totally different way.

“Mmmm,
Papi
,” she murmurs against my mouth.

I reward her by thumbing her clit while I finger her hot, wet pussy. “You gonna be a good girl and come on my fingers?”

“Yes,” she moaned and I stepped closer, placing stinging bites all over her breasts but ignoring her jutting nipples. “Oh yes, please.”

I took her hard bud into my mouth while I used the heel of my palm to rub her clit and finger her at the same time. She sagged in her bonds, her back arching and her hips ridding my hand with a sexy wiggle that almost had me spraying in the air. The sun shone on her pale hair, turning it almost white as she closed her eyes and cried out my name, my real name, in a way that made me feel proud. Watching my woman come like a banshee never failed to get me off.

The warm skin of her ass felt great against my stiff dick as I ducked beneath her arm to move behind her. A jewel twinkled in the sunlight between her buttocks and I grinned at the sight of my favorite butt plug getting her ready for me. Fuck yeah, I was gonna pound her tight little asshole. She’d walk slowly for a few days, but the harsh orgasms I wrung from her would keep her smiling with every step.

Her legs were already spread wide and she titled forward farther, the ropes holding her weight while she begged me to take her.

I tapped the hilt of the plug in her ass. “You know I’m bigger than this. Does my dirty girl want it to hurt?”

Pale eyes glinting with happiness, she looked over her shoulder at me, her wicked smile holding the promise of all the best sins in the world. “Yes,
Papi
.”

I had to take a moment to steady myself, to get my libido under control before I hurt her in a way neither of us would like. The trust she was showing me by allowing to do a little pain play with her humbled me, and I wouldn’t fuck it up. No, my baby needed her
Papi
to give her a little discipline, to make it just right.

Smacking her ass, I watched the tight flesh bounce and instantly turn red. I smacked her other cheek, then grinned to myself as I began to slap her pussy. This was something I loved to do, but most women shied away from it, embarrassed by the sound of their wet flesh being spanked. Sarah, on the other hand, fucking loved it and began to sway with my blows, her head dropping forward, her mind spiraling away into her subspace.

The heat coming off her pussy was incredible, but I ignored her wet sex in favor of the tight little ass I was about to fuck. I worked the plug out with one hand while squeezing my dick with the other, trying to keep myself from going off too soon. The need to fuck her pounded into me with every beat of my heart, burning away the thin shield of civilization and leaving behind a beast intent on fucking his mate.

Her cries filled the glen as I eased the golden tip of the plug in and out of her little hole, pre-cum dripping from the tip of my dick.

When I finally removed it for good, her anus was clenching and releasing as her hips mindlessly pumped the air.

She needed to be fucked, bad, and I was just the man to do it.

After spitting on her ass, I shoved my dick into her pussy for two deep strokes, holding still as she came all over me. A full shiver raced down my spine and I tried to do anything but come, anything but empty my balls into her tight body. Shit, she was so warm as I held her to me with one arm, her back to my chest, before I pulled out then guided my dick to her ass.

She tensed and I nudged against her tight entrance. “Open up for your
Papi
.”

The muscles eased and I managed to work the tip into her, but she was so tight it almost hurt. My balls pounded as the head of my dick popped through that firm ring and into the softness of her body. She cried out and tried to jerk away despite the ropes, but I worked another inch in as I held her to me.

“Be a good girl, take my cock.”

She made a little moaning, sobbing noise that had me grunting as I worked myself in deeper, the almost constant contractions of her inner muscles jerking me off with every breath.

The salt of her sweat burst on my tongue as I gently kissed her shoulder, loving the strong play of her muscles beneath my lips. My heart burst with love for this woman and I softened my thrusts, drawing them out now, making love to her ravaged body while I whispered words of devotion against her skin.

A loud pounding came from my bedroom door in the clubhouse and I lurched from my bed, yanking on my pants as a sense of doom washed away any happy memories from my dream.

Jerking my jeans up enough that I could start to zip them, I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my gun, putting a round in the chamber before yelling out, “What?”

“Beach,” came Hustler’s voice, “we think we found the girls.”

That had me putting the safety back on as I opened the door. On the other side, Hustler, Dragon, and Thorn all stared back at me with deadly eyes. We were all beyond furious and heartbroken that four little girls belonging to various members of the club had been kidnapped right from under our noses. They were all in a safe house in the southern part of Austin and someone had thrown in a can of military-grade knockout gas that had taken down our guards on the inside.

The men who had been watching the exterior of the building hadn’t been so lucky, they’d all been shot in the back of the head execution style.

My gut burned with the need for vengeance and I added it to the ever-growing tab that the traitor in the club had to answer for. While no one knew who it was, the brothers all had their own personal lists of suspects in mind and it was creating tension within the club. Hustler, for example, was certain it was one of his fellow Enforcers, someone who worked at Smoke’s security company. He seemed to be particularly focused on Vance, who in turn suspected Hustler was the one selling us out.

It was a huge fucking mess, and yet another distraction from what should be my focus, finding Billie. That slippery bitch was nowhere to be found, and neither was our stuff. The Israelis were two days away from officially going to war with us and if they did…I knew it would be a slaughter on both sides.

But none of that shit mattered right now because Lisa, Stacy, Kayla, and Sophie all needed me to find them as quickly as I could.

“Where are they?”

Dragon let out a low growl. “The old refrigerator company.”

I motioned them into the room while I got dressed. “How’d we get the info?”

“Cruz followed up on a tip and said he managed to see Stacy briefly through one of the windows.”

A brief image of the little brown-haired six-year-old flashed through my head and I forced it back. “He still there?”

“Had to pull back, too exposed, but he’s waiting for us nearby.”