I walk into the bar and every eye in the place turns to look at me. My skin starts to tingle, and I feel his eyes on me. Echo’s sitting at the furthest table, and he patiently waits for me to come to him, but the heat in his eyes smoulders brightly with every step closer I take. Time slows, and moments feel like hours, but as soon as I’m close, his arm shoots out to grab me and pull me onto his lap.
His lips are against my ear, his whiskey-smooth voice whispering, “Fuck, I want you naked in nothing but that cut. Feel how hard I am for you right now.” He rolls his hips, his solid cock pushes against my arse. Arousal pulses through my oversensitized body, and I wiggle in his lap. Echo groans loudly, and a girly giggle escapes me.
“You think that’s funny, do you?” he growls. His hand slides up my thigh, disappearing under my skirt. A fingertip circles my clit, and I jump. “Not so funny when it’s you getting teased, is it, sugar.”
I clamp my thighs together and try to push his hand away. “Stop, we’re in a room full of people,” I warn.
His face falls into a scowl. “I don’t give a fuck where we are, Livvy. This pussy belongs to me, and I won’t let anyone see what’s mine.” Leaning in, he takes my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss, and I melt into him. My legs relax and his fingers impale me.
He swallows my squeal in his kiss before curling his fingers into me and massaging my sensitive nerves. “Mine.” The word is said on a growl with his lips buried against my neck. Pulling his fingers roughly from my pussy, he sucks them into his mouth. My stomach swirls with nervous desire as I watch him lick my arousal from his skin. “Delicious,” he murmurs.
His strong hands wrap around my waist and lift me from his lap. Standing behind me, he pulls me against his body, my back tight against his chest. He wraps his hand around my throat, his fingers spread wide, tilting my head to the side. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and only for me. “Don’t ever try to stop me touching you or your pussy, sugar. You’re mine, don’t forget that.” He urges me forward to the buffet table, his hand slapping my arse playfully.
The long trestle table overflows with breakfast food, and my mouth waters at the crispy bacon and fluffy eggs. After making my plate, I head back to Echo. Setting my plate down at an empty spot, I pull out a chair.
“No,” Echo growls, lifting me into his lap.
I roll my eyes at his caveman behaviour and turn to him in question. “Echo, what are you doing? There’s plenty of chairs.”
His hand tightens around my waist. “I want you on my lap,” he says with a pout. My big bad biker’s actually throwing puppy dog eyes at me, and I melt. How the bloody hell could anyone resist that?
The food is delicious, and after the first mouthful, I take a moment to look around the room. The clubhouse is huge; some walls are beautiful, exposed brick, and others are painted plain white. Sinners memorabilia covers the walls. Framed leather waistcoats hang in a row behind the bar. Leather booths run along one wall, with tables and sofas dotted in groups throughout the cavernous space. There’s a pool table at the far end, then a doorway that leads to the bedrooms. More rooms lead off a balcony above us.
The place is huge, but in the daylight, it’s bright and airy. It’s completely different to the sexually provocative club I’d seen at the party. The room’s filled with a sea of bikers in leather waistcoats. All of them are like Echo’s with the demon on the back and a name patch on the front. A few familiar faces lift their chins in greeting as I scan the crowd.
Fascinated, I watch the women. They’re all young and attractive, but hard. Too much make-up, fake boobs, and tight jeans. But at least they’re all wearing clothes.
Sleaze pulls out a chair and sits down at our table. He nods to Echo first. “Brother,” Sleaze greets and then turns to me. “Olivia,” he says with a small smile.
I smile shyly. “Morning, Sleaze.”
He turns back to Echo and raises his eyebrows in question and motions to me. “So when did this happen?” he asks.
“Just last night,” Echo replies with a smile, while his hand creeps up my thigh, teasing me, his fingers spread wide across my leg.
Sleaze nods. “And you’re sure, ’cause you know what it means?” he asks pointedly.
Echo tenses beneath me, his easy-going mood dissolving. “Course I’m fucking sure,” he snarls.
Confused, I look between Echo and Sleaze. “What’s going on?”
Echo reaches up, wrapping his hand around my nape to pull me in for a searing kiss. “Nothin’, sugar,” he assures me.
Echo’s kiss silences me for a second, but I’m not an idiot, and it’s pretty damn obvious that something’s going on. I focus on Echo, waiting for him to meet my eyes, but his gaze stays locked on his plate and he refuses to acknowledge my question.
I turn to Sleaze. “Sleaze, want to tell me what’s going on?”
Echo’s eyes finally lift from his plate, and he growls at me, his teeth clenched. “I just told you everything was fine, Olivia.”
Ignoring Echo, I stare at Sleaze. Torn, he looks to Echo, then back to me. Sighing deeply, he runs his hand over his face before leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re making a pretty bold statement, wearing that cut,” he finally says.
Confusion must show on my face, because Sleaze points to Echo’s leather waistcoat that I’m wearing. “Echo asked me to wear it. Why’s that a statement?” I ask warily.
Anger contorts Sleaze’s face. Furious, he turns to Echo. “What the fuck, brother? You didn’t tell her what prancing about in your fucking property cut means?”
Echo’s grip on my waist tightens. “This is none of your fucking business, Sleaze,” he grits out angrily.
Pushing Echo’s hands off me, I stand up. My movement breaks the angry standoff between the two men, and Echo reaches for me, but I dodge and step out of his grasp.
“Livvy, get back here,” Echo warns.
Angrily, I shake my head and take another step away from him and start to shrug the leather cut from my shoulders. “Echo, I don’t know what the hell’s going on, but me wearing this is obviously significant. You need to tell me what the fuck’s going on, because Sleaze’s reaction says that this waistcoat means a hell of a lot more than I think it does.”
Rising, Echo towers over me, seething with anger. His voice is full of cold authority. “Olivia, don’t you fucking dare take that off. I swear to fucking God, woman.”
“Fuck you, Echo,” I shout. I shrug off the cut, throw it at his chest, and walk away from him. I cross the room to the exit door, but Smoke’s leaning against it with his arms braced across his huge chest. “Smoke, I’m leaving, can you move please.”
He shakes his head. “Sorry, Liv, not gonna happen.”
I widen my eyes, anger pulsing through me. “Please,” I beg, but Smoke just smirks.
“Sorry, honey.” He shrugs.
I take a step closer to the man giant and fight to keep my calm, but lose. “Smoke, I swear to fucking God, I’m gonna cut your cock off in your sleep if you don’t let me out of here. Didn’t you learn not to mess with an angry British woman last time I kneed you in the balls?”
His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t get a chance to respond. My skin prickles in recognition, and I know Echo’s standing behind me. Smoke glances over my shoulder and nods before moving aside.
I rush past him, open the door, and escape. Panicked, I burst through the door and rush away from the building, but within two steps, Echo’s hands are on me and I’m spun around to meet his heaving chest and furious face. “Livvy, I’ve had enough of you fucking running from me. You said you were mine, and I’m making sure that every one of my horny fucking brothers knows it too.”
Ripping my arm from his grip, I step back. Echo steps forward, refusing to allow me to evade him. “What does it mean?” I shout. Confusion twists his mouth. “This waistcoat, Echo. What does it mean that I was wearing it?”
Echo straightens and pulls his shoulders back. Towering over me, his eyes sparkling with intensity. “It’s called a cut,” he replies coldly.
Rolling my eyes dramatically, I sneer at Echo, “Thanks, I really should have invested in that biker-to-English translation guide when I saw it the other day.”
“Livvy.” Echo’s tone is a warning, but I’m too angry to care.
“Echo, you need to tell me right now, what the fuck wearing that cut means.”
Stepping towards me, he crowds me. “It means you’re my old lady Livvy.”
“Old lady.” I gasp. My eyes widen, and I start to speak, but Echo interrupts.
“It means you’re my woman. My property. You’re part of the Sinners now. They’ll treat you with respect. They can’t look, touch, or fucking speak to you without my okay. You. Are. Mine,” he growls.
I should have seen this all coming, but I’m still shocked. “Oh my God, Echo, this is all moving too quick.”
“I don’t care if it’s a minute, a day, or a fucking lifetime. You belong to me and have since the moment I set eyes on you,” he roars, the sound so primeval I stumble back.
Then he’s on me, his lips attacking mine and kissing me roughly. He’s reinforcing his claim, owning me and dominating me. Instead of fighting, I surrender. The moment his hands touch my skin, my anger dissolves and I melt into his command of my body. He lifts me off the ground and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his touch consuming me.
All I can think is more. Something about him makes all of my resolve to keep things casual between us disappear the moment he touches me. His controlling attitude and orders make my brain switch off and my instincts take over. I want to give myself over to him and allow him to consume me.
My back hits a wall. His rock-hard cock pushes against my pussy through the fabric of his jeans. Never breaking our kiss, he reaches down and releases his length. Echo pulls away from my lips and wraps a hand around my neck, collaring my throat. Our eyes lock, and my heart pounds in my chest as his cock plunges into me. It’s hard, brutal fucking while Echo kisses and bites at my neck and shoulders.
His voice screams words against my skin, while he slams into me again and again. “Always.” He’s fucking me into submission. “Forever.” His voice is dark and stern. He’s branding his claim into my brain. “Mine.”
Two more thrusts and he sends me over the edge. I scream as my orgasm is forced from me. His lips crash against mine again. He thrusts and frantically slams into me so hard I cry out in glorious pain as another orgasm roars through me. Echo groans, emptying himself deep inside me before slumping down against my shoulder.
We both pant loudly. He lifts his head, and our eyes lock as he leans forward, kissing me gently. “Mine,” he whispers. His hand cups my cheek and gently strokes my heated skin. He rests his forehead against mine, our breathing gradually slowing while our bodies calm from the frenzied sex.
We both groan when he pulls his hips back and his still semi-hard cock slips out of me. Hot liquid runs down my thigh, and I freeze. My entire body tenses, and I close my eyes as panic washes over me.
“Fuck,” I shout. I claw at Echo’s shoulders until he drops me, and I fight to stay upright on wobbly legs. “Fuck,” I scream again, furious at myself for my stupidity.
“Livvy?” I barely hear him shouting, too consumed in my own thoughts. “Livvy, baby, what’s wrong?” Panic is clear in his voice.
I reach between my legs and his sticky cum coats my fingers. Holding my hand in front of his face, I screech, “This is what’s wrong. Your fucking cum running out of me. We didn’t use a condom. Oh my God, how could we be so stupid?”
He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Echo, are you clean? Please tell me you’re clean,” I beg.
His eyes focus on my fingers, where his cum glistens in the sunlight.
“Echo,” I shout.
Blinking, he looks back at me. “Lift up your skirt and spread your legs,” he says slowly.
I shake my head furiously. “Answer the fucking question, Echo. I’m clean, are you?”
His face darkens. “Of course I’m fucking clean; I’ve never had sex without a condom. Never,” he says through gritted teeth.
My eyes roam his face, searching for a lie, but he looks sincere. Relief flows through me, and I tip my head back to rest on the wall.
“Livvy, lift up your fucking skirt and spread your legs,” he growls. I look up at him. His face is focussed, in full dominant mode. “Now.”
My heart pounds at his command, and I slowly lift my dress and move my legs apart. His eyes drop to my thighs, fascinated. He watches as the liquid works its way from my pussy down my skin. He reaches down and caresses me, feeling my arousal mix with his cum and soaking his fingers. “I love to watch my cum drip out of you, sugar. I love knowing that I’ve been so deep in you, claiming you from the inside out,” he drawls.
Rough fingers stroke my inner thighs and start to push his cum back inside me. I’m so focussed on watching his fingers, his voice startles me. “I want my seed still inside you hours after we finish,” he murmurs.
Two fingers slide back into me, teasing me as he strokes our essence deep inside. Adding a third finger, he pushes further, until his knuckles are almost buried. “I’m never gonna use a condom with you again, Livvy. I want to mark you and brand you. Every time we fuck, I’m gonna push my cum deep back inside. I want every fucking horny man who comes near to smell me on you and know you belong to me.”
His words and fingers push me over the edge. I shake and mewl incoherently while my whole body pulses in ecstasy.