Clementine
Rogue Demons HQ was very different from what I had imagined. First off, they were in an old firehouse, complete with the emergency poles to slide down from the upper floors in case there was an emergency. It seemed like a very unique place to house a motorcycle gang. They seemed to have taken pretty good care of it over the years, though. It was in good shape.
When I pulled up, the bay door was raised up, allowing people to leave and enter at will. I walked right in without being bothered by anyone. For an organization with the reputation Rogue Demons had, I was shocked at the lack of security. Anyone could have gone in and done just about anything they wanted. Luckily, I had just been there to talk to Jackson. I had decided on the way over that I wasn’t going to call him by his street name anymore. His name was Jackson.
HQ was pretty quiet for a biker gang. There were a few guys joking in one of the corners of the first floor, but for the most part, I didn’t notice anything remarkable about the place. There was a bar off to one side with a few barstools and tables. There were some pool tables in the back. And in the front, there were a few motorcycles parked where there would have been a fire truck back when the firehouse was really in use.
I expected a bunch of rowdy bikers yelling, cussing, drinking, and harassing women they had invited in with them. From what I had read, I didn’t expect Rogue Demons to be quite so subdued. They weren’t supposed to be a respectable motorcycle club. The guys I had read about were more like the gangs of the ’70s and earlier.
Then I saw him coming downstairs. I had to remind myself to call him Jackson and not to run and jump into his arms when he approached me. I was here to give him a piece of my mind, get some answers, and hopefully figure out what he and my brother had going on. They were obviously connected somehow, but nothing I read online gave me any indication of what the connection was.
After we greeted each other, he took me upstairs. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked up in front of him. I couldn’t shake the urge to turn around and take his face in my hands and kiss him. I wanted to forget everything that had happened. I wanted to forget that I had woken up alone in my bed that morning despite everything he had said and done the night before. I wanted to take him inside me again.
When he opened the door to the boardroom for me and I saw the table, I wanted to throw him on the table and ride him until I couldn’t feel my sex. I wanted my insides to turn numb after being abused by his shaft thrusting into me repeatedly.
I bit my lower lip while I stared at the table, realizing that we were, in fact, all alone in the room. But it would have been wrong to allow him to take advantage of me again like that. I owed myself more respect than that. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I forced my desires back into the deep dark spaces they had crawled out of.
“Well, what did you want to talk about?” Jackson asked behind me as he closed the door.
“What the hell was that last night?” I asked, turning to face him.
He stood with his back to me, a hand resting on the door he had just closed. “I think you know what it was,” he told me.
“No, I don’t know what it was, and that’s why I’m asking you. Now, turn around and face me like a man, Jackson,” I snapped. Channeling my pain out as anger felt so much better than standing there crying.
“It was sex, Clementine,” he said plainly.
“I know it was sex, you asshole. Why did you let me feel like it was anything else?” I should have expected him to be completely shut off to me.
“I guess I had to, didn’t I? I mean, you weren’t just going to give it up to me in the card shop, were you?” he asked, approaching me.
My body tensed as he stepped closer to me, closing the distance between us. My desire spiked suddenly. “Don’t come any closer, Jackson,” I warned him, unsure of what I planned to do if he didn’t listen. And he didn’t listen. He kept coming until he stood right in front of me.
“I would have been happy to have bent you over the counter at work and to have fucked you right there,” he said darkly. He reached for my hands and tried to pull me closer to him.
“You’re sick,” I hissed.
“You wanted it,” he accused. “I could tell you did. You were wetting yourself over the sexy biker who had walked into your store at random to talk to you and ask you out.”
His lips were moving in front of mine, close enough that I could taste his breath. I pulled my hands back from his and put them on his chest. I wasn’t sure if I was bracing myself or pushing him away.
“I didn’t walk in there at random, Clementine,” he said in my ear as he pressed himself against me.
He made me so wet. I could feel his massive erection pressing against me through his jeans. My body remembered how he felt inside me. My heart pounded anxiously in my chest as my desire soaked through my panties. I panted against his shoulder and put my hands around on his back to hold him against me.
“I walked in there because I wanted you,” he said.
“Keep talking,” I breathed in his ear, my voice little more than a whisper. I rocked my hips against his.
What he said when he kept talking sent chills down my spine.
“I watched you while I was in prison, Clementine. I had men follow you and send me pictures of you. You weren’t quite eighteen yet when I went in, but I knew you would be well over legal age by the time I got out.”
He pressed himself harder against me. I could feel him growing in his jeans. But I stopped rubbing his back. Instead, I held my hands at his sides, waiting to hear what else he had to say in case I decided to push him away from me.
“I watched you grow up, little Clementine. See, I already knew who you were when I went in. I knew you were the one thing your brother cared most about,” he continued.
“What does he have to do with this?” I panted.
“You should ask him. I’m not going to tell you. That’s his place.” He pressed himself against me and I reeled from the sensation of his hardened cock pressing between my legs.
Everything he was saying to me proved that he never felt what he had led me to believe, but I only wanted him more. I wanted him more because he’d put so much time and effort into me, even before he’d ever actually met me.
“I knew when I got out, the first thing I was going to do was find you and get you to let me pop that sweet little cherry,” he said in my ear.
“Dammit, Falcon,” I panted, pulling him against me by his vest. “Just shut up and fuck me again,” I pleaded. “I don’t even care if you feel anything for me or not.”
“But I don’t,” he said, laughing. “You fell for it all, didn’t you?” he said cruelly as he pulled away from me.
I let go and looked into his eyes, searching for some sign that he was just talking shit and trying to be hard. But if that was all he was doing, he was very convincing about it.
“I even pretended to take my time to make you think I really liked you,” he said. “I didn’t rush into it because I didn’t want you to get wise to what I was doing. It was really too easy, Clementine, but it was so worth it.”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked him. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes again as my sadness and hurt came up from deep inside me again.
“Because I don’t know why you came here today. I don’t know what you were looking for by coming to see me here, of all places. For all I know, you were trying to find some excuse to continue holding on. So I want you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I used you,” he said, spitting the words at me.
“No,” I argued. “No, you’re lying to me. You’re just trying to save face because we’re at your little headquarters. You want your guys to see me run away from here with tears in my eyes. You want them to think that you’re just big and bad, and it’s all business between us.”
A smile spread across his face while I talked. “No, Clementine,” he said, placing a hand under my quivering chin. “I want you to know that I sought you out to get revenge on your brother for something he did to me before I went to prison. I wanted to hurt his most prized possession, and that was you. So, I went to your work and found you. My plan was to make you want me so I could take your sweet innocence. Then, once I had it, I was going to toss you aside and break your heart. I knew once your brother saw what I did to you, it would eat him alive, and that’s what it’s doing, so thank you.”
“No. You’re lying,” I insisted. “You fell for me. I felt it.”
“What would you know about that? You were a virgin until last night, child,” he said in a condescending tone.
“Why are you being so mean?” My voice cracked as I yelled at him.
He grabbed me around my waist and pulled me to him. He held me against his body so I could feel he was still hard for me. I felt his breath on my cheek as he answered me. “Because even though we’re finished, I want you again, and it’s eating me alive.”
It was probably the cruelest thing he’d said to me, and, yet, it was soothing to know that what I felt pressing between my legs when he held me to him wasn’t a figment of my imagination.
“You can have me whenever you want me,” I told him. “I’m yours, Falcon. All yours.”
“Get the fuck out of here.” He laughed, letting me go.
“What do you mean?” I asked, bewildered.
“I guess I should tell you something about me, Clementine. I don’t have to like you to want you. You have a great body, and your tight virgin hole is perfect. There are so many other things I could do to you, but you’ve served your purpose. I suggest you leave before I really hurt you. If we have sex again, there won’t be any turning back for you, but you will never be more than a convenient piece of ass.”
I couldn’t say anything. I was overcome with emotion after his words hit me. He was being so cruel, though it was beginning to feel forced. He was being too mean, which meant he was either getting some sick sort of pleasure out of it or he was just trying too hard. I wanted to believe the latter.
“If you stay,” he growled, “I will take you on that table right there. I know you won’t tell me no, and I know you’ll enjoy it, but that’s why you should leave right now. If you don’t, I will continue to exploit your feelings for me just to get sex from you.”
“No,” I argued, shaking my head. “No, you’re lying. I don’t believe you.” Even as I spoke, though, I caught myself walking towards the door to leave.
Falcon opened it to let me out. I looked into his eyes as I walked past him, but all I saw was his hardened stare. I couldn’t bring myself to accept that he wasn’t acting, but I knew he didn’t want me around for whatever reason, so I decided to leave.
I was going to try again another time to break through to him.