***Ronin***

 

I’ve never had this kind of interaction with a woman; easy, heated, playful; a connection on a whole other level. I watch how that lush ass sways back and forth. Damn mesmerizing. Then she turns slightly, her full tits that sway with each step. They have a mind of their own and are in no way like those perky tits I’ve seen on the cunts I’ve fucked in my life.

Everything about her is an addiction. Even her feistiness that has my cock pointing in the direction she went. Motivating me to run after her and slide back into that tight cunt who welcomed my cock as the first fucking one that ever entered her fine body.

“Did you hear me?” The angry idiot barks through the phone.

I press the end call button. Who the hell does he think I am? I answer to no one. As the Prez of Lost Valkyries MC, people answer to me, not the other way around. Even if they place an order for a hit, I’m in charge and can flip the order back in their face along with their last breath before they leave this Earth.

I’m ruthless, to everyone. No exceptions. Yet she made me take a turn, think of her needs, making that top priority. Instead of the normal random fucking without one single concern about the cunt that’s wrapped around my condom covered cock. Glancing down I notice the lack of condom.

Well that’s a first…the thought of wrapping up didn’t even enter my mind. There’s a faint trace of red mingled through the wetness that’s coating my cock. Yeah, I felt it the second I pushed a few inches inside. A virgin. Well she ain’t a virgin no more. A smile spreads my face at that single thought.

The ringing starts and I answer yet again. “What?”

“Sorry, Ronin. I lost it. But that’s just it, the guy who contacted me has lost something too. He’s going crazy and he’s threating to end me.”

I roll my eyes, shame the fucker can’t see it. “So you double your chances by whining to me about it, Larry?”

Because I will end the fucker if he doesn’t get to the point. I’ll handle it myself or give the order to one of my brothers. There are a few nomads, my VP, and a handful of other brothers who are always up for a nice task, no questions asked. The pay is good, and we all live for the thrill.

“No, I mean, yes. Shit. Ronin, listen…the order I placed?” Larry’s voice sounds panicked.

I clear my throat. “Yeah, about that. There was a bonus added to it. You’re welcome by the way.”

Larry grunts. “Shit. That bonus you’re talking about…there might be a problem, that’s why I’m calling...the guy that ordered…”

“Who’s the guy, Larry? Gimme a fucking name.” I sigh in frustration, because this is taking too long and it’s not my problem, but his.

“Lars Vorth. And he’s already on his way over to me. Listen…a chick was promised to him. Something about a debt being handled, not related to those two fuckers in the hotel room. The guy who was supposed to deliver her to him made a detour because one of those two guys was a friend of his he needed to talk to. Fucking idiot with shitty timing, that’s what it was. What a fucking mess.” Larry stumbles over his next few words. “Lars…he’s obsessing, he’s…” His voice falls away for a moment and background noises are the only sounds I hear, like someone bursting through a door or some shit. “No, no…stop…Lars, I’ve got the guy who was there, I was just asking if he’s seen her…I…”

More rustling before a steel voice enters the line. “You messed with what’s mine.”

And the end call button is yet again a popular button on my phone.

I look in the direction of the bathroom. What the fuck is Anouk wrapped up in? She was tied, wrists and ankles, dressed like a damn hooker, and yet she was a virgin. Doesn’t make a lick of sense.

My phone starts to ring once more. “What?” I snap.

“What did you do with my property? Better still be untouched,” Lars barks.

I snort. “No idea who you are and what you’re talking about, buddy.”

“Lars Vorth. A woman. I’m talking about a woman who wasn’t supposed to be there when you took care of some business earlier today. She’s mine. I need you to bring her to me. You know what I’m talking about. Bring me the woman and I will double the price you normally charge.”

My gaze is still on the bathroom door. I’m not ready to let her go. Every damn breath I took around her has been either lustful, captivating, funny as shit, even frustrating, but in every way so damn entertaining.

“Yeah, not gonna happen. The assignment was handled. Not my fault you lost something.” I keep my tone nonchalant because I couldn’t care less what the fucker thinks.

“She was not supposed to be there.” He seethes.

“You sure you wanna talk to me like that?” I question with an angry promise in my voice.

“Fuck,” he snaps. “Let’s just handle this as a business proposition, okay? I don’t care about money. Name your price, I need the woman.”

Right. And now my attention is piqued. “Does she have a golden cunt? An ass that lays platinum eggs? Why the fuck is a cunt worth any price to you, huh?”

“None of your damn business, just take the assignment.” He tries to keep his voice even and yet he sounds desperate.

My hand slides to the back of my neck, thinking things over, and yet…my mind jumps straight to only one reply. “Nah, not doing it. Something smells fishy and it’s not this chick’s cunt. Believe me, I checked.”

I hit the end call button and throw the phone on the couch. It starts to ring but I ignore the call and let my jeans hit the floor. Toeing off my boots and ripping off my black hoodie and shirt, I head for the bathroom. I’m in need of some answers and she’s gonna give me those. Along with another orgasm or two because she might not have an ass that lays platinum eggs, but she does have one hell of a golden cunt that’s unlike any I’ve felt in my life.

No way am I going to pass that up or hand it over to some dude named Lars. Like I mentioned earlier, I answer to no one. But my cock might answer to the woman standing naked underneath my shower. He’s pointing right at her, my mind hooked on one thought; ‘lead the fucking way’.

Yeah, ‘name your price’ is worthless to me when her gaze is locked on my cock with so much fucking lust swirling around...there’s not a damn thing in the world that matters. Not true, just one thing…burying myself to the hilt, and I plan to do just that.