Ridley

When Venom said he was taking me home, I hadn’t realized he lived at the compound, but in an actual house. I’d remember some houses scattered around the place when I’d visited as a child, but I’d never been in one. Venom’s house was spacious with a large wraparound porch, and not at all where I imagined him living. This house was cute and screamed family, with its crisp white paint and blue shutters, but as far as I knew, Venom was single and had never had kids. Of course, not having talked to Dad in the last year, and not having seen him for a year longer, I was no longer up to date on what happened around the Dixie Reapers MC. He never shared sacred things, like the jobs they went on or how they made their money, but he would always tell me the antics the guys got up to, or who was seriously seeing someone.

For some reason, I didn’t like the thought of Venom having an old lady. I tried not to analyze it too much. He was just a friend of my dad’s, a brother, and he was helping me because I was family. Reading anything more into it than that would just get me into trouble. Besides, Venom was a lot older than me and probably just saw me as a pesky kid. Still, whenever Dad had mentioned Venom over the years, a surge of jealousy had hit me whenever he was with a woman. Dad had shown me pictures of the guys on his phone at every visit, and once I’d hit the age of fourteen, I’d started seeing Venom differently from everyone else.

It wasn’t so much that he was gorgeous, because there was a roughness to him, but he had the kind of masculine beauty that made me weak in the knees. He was rugged and manly, and a far cry from the guys I’d dated. Even when I’d wondered if I’d never see him again, I’d still wanted him. Oh, I’d hoped to one day return to the Dixie Reapers, had even made plans, but until I’d actually arrived at the gates I hadn’t known if it would ever really happen. But now my schoolgirl crush had turned into something else. As I watched the way his jeans hugged his ass, I couldn’t help but wonder if he looked just as good out of them.

The porch steps creaked as Venom’s boots clomped up them. He’d given me a ride on the back of his bike, and mine was still parked in front of the clubhouse. As vast as the compound was, I’d have liked to have had it closer in case I wanted to go for a ride. The Dixie Reapers owned over five hundred acres, every last square foot enclosed with a ten-foot fence topped with barbed wire. I’d never thought about it before, but it must have taken some serious money to pull off something like that. Whatever they did to get paid, it must pay well. My dad had never flashed huge amounts of cash, unlike Richard, but he’d also made sure I always had whatever I needed. Until Mom had put a stop to it.

Venom unlocked the door and ushered me inside. The place smelled like him, and I almost closed my eyes and took a deep breath. A lamp was burning in the living room off to our right. A large, leather sectional dominated the room, along with a matching recliner, and a TV so big it must be like sitting in a theater when he played movies. Despite my stepdad’s wealth, there hadn’t been a lot of TVs in the house, and none that extravagant. They’d decided TV was bad for you. I nearly snorted at the thought, considering what they’d planned for me. Apparently human trafficking was all right, just not electronics.

“Living room, dining room, kitchen, a half bath, and a game room are downstairs,” Venom said. “All the bedrooms and full baths are upstairs.”

“I know I’m cramping your style, but thanks for letting me stay.”

His lips twitched. “I don’t bring women here, so it’s fine.”

Right. His room at the clubhouse was probably used for that. I wasn’t stupid enough to think a man who looked like Venom didn’t have his choice of women. I didn’t like the idea of him and the club sluts. They were just so trashy, and he seemed like the type of guy who should be above that kind of thing. Even though I hadn’t seen him since I was just a kid, I’d heard enough about him through my dad over the years that I felt like I knew Venom.

And it hadn’t escaped my notice that he was easy on the eyes. That thick dark hair of his had just a sprinkling of silver mixed in, and while I’d never really gone for guys with beards, he was sexy with one. And the man had muscles for days. When he’d carried me from the gate, I’d felt safe. Protected. I wasn’t sure how much of that was left over from the hero worship I’d felt toward him as a kid, and how much was just a woman appreciating a strong man.

“I’ll show you to your room,” he said. “You look like you’re about to drop.”

I followed him up the stairs, and we passed several doors before he stopped at the end of the hall. He shoved the door open, and I stepped inside. The furniture was a warm maple, the walls an icy blue. A quilt in muted blues, greens, and yellows covered the queen-size bed. There weren’t any curtains or pictures. The wide slat blinds let in the morning light as the sun began to rise.

“I’m sure you’re used to something far grander than this,” Venom said.

“It’s a beautiful room.” And it really was. I didn’t just love the colors, but I loved what it represented to me. Freedom. As long as I stayed in this room, it meant my mom and stepdad -- or Mr. Montoya -- couldn’t get their hands on me. My dad wouldn’t have sent me with Venom if he didn’t think I’d be safe.

“Bathroom is across the hall. I’m sure you’d love to shower and rest after your long trip,” Venom said.

Part of me longed to lie down, but my nerves were still all knotted up, and I wasn’t certain I could sleep if I tried. I knew my dad wouldn’t let anything happen to me, and he must feel Venom would protect me too, but it didn’t stop me from dreading my family finding me here. Even if they couldn’t physically remove me from the property, it didn’t mean they wouldn’t cause trouble. And if I was too much trouble, what if the club decided to hand me over to my family? Not that I really considered Mom and my stepdad family at this point. Family didn’t sell you to a cold man who wanted to do horrible things to you.

Venom stayed in the doorway a moment, watching me, then he moved farther down the hall. I heard a door open and shut, and once more I felt completely alone. I shrugged out of my backpack and emptied the contents on the bed. I only had two changes of clothes inside, and nothing to sleep in. I hadn’t counted on all my money being about gone when I’d reached my destination and had thought I’d buy more clothes when I got here. Now I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do. Was it even safe for me to go out somewhere and shop?

I took a clean pair of panties out of the pile of clothes and dumped everything else in the empty dresser. Stepping into the hall, I stared at what I thought was Venom’s bedroom door, hesitating only a moment before going to knock. He jerked it open, and my heart stuttered. My wide gaze took in the shirtless wonder of Venom’s broad shoulders and muscular chest. My fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and touch him, but I refrained -- barely.

“Did you need something, Ridley?”

“Um, yeah. I don’t have anything to sleep in. Could I borrow a shirt?”

He arched an eyebrow, but shoved away from the door and walked over to a dresser. Pulling open a drawer, he withdrew a black tee with Dixie Reapers MC across the front and tossed it to me. I snatched it out of the air, mumbled a thank-you, and darted into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, my heart racing. I’d seen bare-chested men plenty of times, so why did Venom’s large pectorals make my knees weak and make me want to do something stupid, like plaster myself to him and beg him to take me to bed? He was just a guy. A much older guy.

A hot-as-fuck guy.

He probably thought I was some stupid girl. I groaned and closed my eyes in embarrassment. I’d run away like a chicken, bolted instead of facing him and the desire I couldn’t deny. I was nineteen, not five. I’d had boyfriends, but I hadn’t gone much past kissing with any of them, had never felt the urge. But one look from a halfway undressed Venom, and I’d been ready to drop my panties. What the hell was wrong with me? If he knew how I felt, he would probably laugh.

I set the tee and my panties on the bathroom counter before pulling the shower door open and turning on the water. I dragged the ponytail holder out of my hair and finger-combed it, but the snarls from riding the bike were just too much. I winced as the tangled strands pulled at my scalp, and dug through the bathroom drawers in search of a brush. I found one that had never been opened. Ripping the cardboard off it, I ran it through my long hair until it was tangle-free.

When I stepped under the hot spray, I hoped that it would wash away the last twelve hours. I used the shampoo and soap Venom had provided for his guests to scrub myself clean, but I still felt dirty. That man had touched me. His fingers had stroked between my legs like he had a right to me. I felt sick just thinking about it. I hadn’t even allowed my past boyfriends to touch me there, and now some sick creep had violated me.

I knew it could have been much worse, would have been if I had stuck around. But I didn’t like that he had made me feel so helpless. My body began to shake as I thought about what had almost happened to me, and my legs gave out. I crashed to the bottom of the tub, my shoulder slamming into the glass door, making it pop open. I wrapped my arms around myself, as if maybe I could hold the pieces together because I felt like I was breaking. A sob tore from my throat and then another.

I’d always wondered if my mother loved me, had thought many times she’d only taken me as a way to get back at my dad. But to know that she’d planned to give me away, to force me into being a whore, it chilled me. She’d never been warm, never been much for hugs, but I would have never thought her capable of such a thing. The Mercedes, the jewelry, the trips to Paris… I wondered now if she’d done all those things to make herself feel better. How long had she planned to do this to me?

The water shut off, and I blinked up at Venom through blurry eyes. He’d stepped into the shower, barefoot and only wearing jeans. The denim was wet now and molded to his thighs as he crouched in front of me. I should have been embarrassed over my naked state, but it bothered me more that he’d seen me so weak, crying in the shower like a lost little girl. And maybe I was.

“You’re safe,” he said, his voice deep and smooth as whiskey.

“He touched me. He…” I swallowed hard. “No one’s ever touched me like that before. It shouldn’t have been him.”

Venom muttered something under his breath, then he wrapped a towel around me and swung me up into his arms. He set me down on the bathroom counter and grabbed another towel. Briskly, he dried my hair and my body. I hadn’t even realized until that moment that I was cold.

“You’ve never been touched before?” he asked.

“No,” I admitted softly. My cheeks warmed. “I guess a nineteen-year-old virgin sounds stupid, but I was saving myself. Now I wish I hadn’t.”

“Better to wait than end up with the wrong guy.”

“Maybe, but now I can’t get it out of my head. The way his hand felt as he stroked me. It was wrong, and it makes me feel so sick.”

Venom tipped my chin up, his gaze burning into me. “What can I do, angel? What do you need to make it all better?”

“Take away the memories?” I asked softly. I knew he’d never do it, would never touch me. As Bull’s daughter, and at least twenty years his junior, I knew I was untouchable in his mind, but I couldn’t hold the words back.

Venom stared at me, hard, but I didn’t have a clue what he was thinking. His eyes gave nothing away. He reached for the towel draped around me and dropped it to the floor before lifting me into his arms again. With long strides, he walked down the hall to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. His bed was unmade, and he dropped me in the center of the tangled blankets.

His gaze caressed every inch of me, and I didn’t try to hide from him. The way he looked at me made me feel alive and on fire. An ache began to build inside me, and I felt my pussy grow slick. No one had ever watched me with such intensity before, such desire. I could see the heat in his eyes, the need burning in their depths. I wanted this, wanted him, whatever he was willing to give me. I didn’t know what to expect, but I wasn’t afraid.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby girl. But that’s as far as things can go between us. I’m not the kind of man you should give yourself to completely. Your dad’s going to have my balls for laying a hand on you, but I can’t stand that look in your eyes. I’ll chase away the demons, baby.”

He crawled onto the bed, despite the soaked denim clinging to him, his hands sliding up my legs, spreading them. His body covered mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans, and I wanted to beg him to take them off. His lips caressed mine, slowly, almost tenderly. The whiskers on his face were softer than I’d have expected as they brushed against me.

Venom’s tongue stroked my lower lip, and I opened to him. His kiss was slow and deep, as if he wanted to savor the moment. He tasted of whiskey and smoke, and I craved more. His lips left mine, trailing down my throat. He gave me a gentle nip that had me sucking in a breath and my toes curling, then he licked the sting away. Some part of me wished he would mark me. I wanted people to know that I’d been his, if even for a little while. I’d never wanted that before, never wanted to be consumed by someone, but I would gladly give myself over to Venom. He was so strong, so sure of himself. He was nothing like the boys I’d dated, but was all man.

His lips closed over the tip of my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple as he drew it into his mouth. I cried out as pleasure shot straight to my clit. He sucked hard, until I thought I might come just from that. My nipple throbbed and ached when he released it, only to latch onto the other side. He took his time, driving my need for him higher and higher, and he still hadn’t touched me where I wanted him most. I felt hot and trembled with need, and hoped he’d soon ease the ache.

Venom worked his way down my body until his shoulders were spreading my thighs wide. He stared, licking his lips. My breath caught, and I wondered what would happen next. He’d told me that he’d give me pleasure, and he had, but he’d also made my need for him grow until I was nearly ready to beg him for release. I’d made myself come a few times, but something told me that being with Venom would be different. Vastly different.

His finger stroked over the lips of my pussy.

“You’re so damn wet, baby.”

His finger dipped inside me, sliding into my tight channel. He thrust in and out several times, before adding a second finger. I felt myself stretch around the digits and couldn’t help but moan. I’d never felt anything like it before. My body was hyperaware of Venom, and my clit was throbbing. He continued sliding his fingers in and out. His gaze was fastened between my legs, a look of hunger on his face, as he watched his fingers moving in and out of me.

He added a third finger, and it burned a little as he stretched me farther. He seemed content to watch his fingers fucking me, but I wanted more. The ache inside me was growing with every stroke, and I whimpered with need. Venom’s gaze flicked up and clashed with mine. His eyes had darkened, and he looked like he wanted to possess me. He leaned forward and blew across my clit before his tongue flicked out to tease the bud. I cried out at the contact and wanted to beg for more.

Venom’s tongue lapped at me as his fingers worked me harder and deeper. I could feel something building inside me and knew in that moment the brief bits of pleasure I’d found alone in my bedroom at night were nothing compared to this. He growled as he sucked my clit, and the vibration pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name, pleasure pulsing through me from head to toe. His lips released me, but his fingers kept sliding in and out of me, as if he were trying to wring every drop of pleasure from me.

“Fuck. You have no idea how much I want to see this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to stretch you wide while I fuck you deep.”

I trembled at his words, wanting that more than anything.

“You’re so damn wet, baby girl. So fucking tight. You came so hard you drenched the bed. I fucking love it.”

“Venom, please,” I begged.

He sucked my clit again, his tongue thrashing against it. His fingers never slowed as he pulled another orgasm from me. It felt different than when I’d made myself come, stronger and more intense, and yet I still wanted more. I wanted to know what it felt like to have a man inside me, to have Venom stretching me and taking me. I wanted him to possess every inch of me.

His fingers slid free of my body, and he licked them clean. “You taste so damn good.”

“Venom, I want…”

“You want what, baby girl?”

“More. I want to feel you inside me.”

He shook his head and stood up. “Not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I take you, your innocence won’t be the only thing I claim. I’m going to want to take you hard, and deep. And I’ll take you fucking bare because I can’t think of anything I want more than to see my cum on you, marking you as mine.”

His words turned me on so damn much. I wanted him to claim to me, to mark me, but I could tell from the stubborn set of his chin that he was determined it wouldn’t happen. I slid off the bed and fell to my knees in front of him. The button on his jeans was already undone, and I pulled the zipper down. Venom didn’t stop me, but his gaze stayed steady on me. I worked his wet jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs until his cock sprang free.

I’d never seen one in person before, but his seemed perfect to me. Hard, long, and wider than I’d imagined. I groaned, remembering his words. Yeah, he’d stretch me wide all right, and my pussy pulsed with need as I thought about feeling him inside me. I licked my lips and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His skin was warm and smooth. My tongue flicked out and lapped up some pre-cum on the tip of his cock. The salty taste made my mouth water, and I went back for more, opening my mouth wide and taking as much of him as I could.

I licked and sucked his shaft, hoping I was doing it right. His fingers pried my hand away from his cock, and his hand fisted in my hair, drawing my head back.

“Tip your head and relax your throat,” he said, his voice a near growl.

I did as he instructed, and Venom thrust his cock forward. His hips flexed, his cock working farther and farther into my mouth, until I felt him easing down my throat.

“Breathe through your nose, baby girl, and let me in. You know you want all this cock.”

My hands gripped his thighs as he thrust deeper. I nearly gagged the first few times, then got the hang of it. Venom fucked my mouth with hard strokes, his cock plunging between my lips again and again. He seemed to grow harder, to swell even more. My mouth was taking all of him now, and he grunted his pleasure.

“Gonna come, baby girl. Swallow it. All of it.”

I braced myself, and a few strokes later I felt the warm splash of his cum on my tongue. I swallowed, and more filled my mouth. He came hard, stream after stream, and I swallowed every last drop. Venom’s cock thrust a few more times between my lips before he pulled free, breathing heavily. My lips felt swollen and my jaw ached, but I loved that I’d pleased him.

I stared at his cock and noticed he was still pretty damn hard for someone who had come so much. My eyes widened when it seemed to stiffen even more, getting longer. I’d thought men only recovered that fast in porn movies. I didn’t know what to do and looked up at Venom for guidance.

“You have a choice to make, baby girl. You can get up and go back to your room right now, and I won’t come after you. This can be a one-time thing. Or you can open that pretty mouth and take my cock again. And when you’re done, I’ll make you scream my name until you’re hoarse. But that’s all we can have. I won’t claim you.”

Go back to my lonely room? Even if I wanted more than he was willing to give, I wasn’t stupid. Having part of him, sharing something like this with him, was better than not having anything. If it meant he’d only fuck my mouth, then so be it. I’d rather have the taste of his cum on my tongue than have nothing.

My jaw dropped, and I worked my way down his length. He groaned and murmured my name as he fisted my hair again, driving his cock deeper. I didn’t know if what we had could last more than just this one day, but I was going to take everything he was willing to give me. I wanted Venom, any way I could have him.