CHAPTER FIVE
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ERIKA
THE PARTY HAS started and Dom still hasn’t returned. Sitting up in my bed, I have my knee bent and a book leaning against it in my hand. I’ve read the same paragraph a few times. Realizing that, I pull my attention from it and stare off in thought as the music thumps in heavy drum beats. From the sounds of it, this party is wilder than last night’s. A headache forms at the thought. That’s more mess I’m sure Ditch will insist I clean up. That guy is a serious problem. One I’d desperately like to be rid of. What the hell Amberlee sees in him, I don’t understand.
My bedroom door opens and my attention is drawn to Amberlee in her black leather skinny pants and red tank top with side boob popping out. Her hair is curled and her make-up fresh, but it doesn’t completely hide the harsh bruising I see trimming her jawline. Yet she enters my room with a congenial smile.
With a beer in each hand, she joins me on the bed, handing one cup to me.
“I thought we could have some sister time. I can do your hair and make-up. Help you pick out something hot to wear.”
Taking the cup from her hand, I swallow down the mixed drink she’s made. The taste of orange juice and vodka is bold as it flows down my throat.
“What happened to your face?”
Amberlee takes a sip of her drink. “Ditch and I got into a fight.”
“When? I didn’t hear you guys.”
Amberlee swings her legs, lying flat on her stomach with her ankles crossed behind her.
“It was before you and Dom got back.”
“What’d you fight about?”
“Stupid shit.”
She’s evading. I can see it in her golden hazel eyes.
“Was it about me?”
“Part of it.”
With another swig of my drink, my lips pull down as my expression morphs reflecting my sympathy.
“You really shouldn’t be with a guy who thinks it’s ok to hit a woman.”
“Please don’t,” Amberlee scoffs, her eyes rolling. “I want tonight to be fun.”
I finish off my drink and set it on the nightstand. “Fine, I won’t say anything, but I’m sure you know what I’m trying to say…you deserve better.”
“I’m sorry Drake hit you. That got out of hand quickly. He’s a real ass.”
Without thinking about it, I rub my cheek.
Amberlee pops upright. “Let’s cover that up. I’ll make you look really pretty…well, prettier than you already are.”
Her cheery attitude about my makeover is hard to decline. “All right. Don’t do anything bold. Keep it light.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Amberlee crosses my room to my vanity and rummages through my makeup box. With a satisfied selection of products, she pats the chair for me to fill. Twenty minutes later, my makeup is done, and she’s almost finished putting loose curls in my long, auburn hair. Looking in the mirror, I’m impressed with how good a job she did with my makeup. The smoky eyes she gave me aren’t too bold, thankfully, and accentuate my eyes, making them pop. I have a feeling Dominic is going to like what he sees.
“You’re really good at this. It sucks you got fired from Mane Attraction.”
“I know, I kinda miss working there.”
Through the mirror, I can see the regret in her eyes.
“I’d give Roger a freebie if he’d give me my job back, but Ditch would flip the fuck out if he found out.”
“So he doesn’t care about sharing you, but it has to be on his terms?”
“Yeah, he’s all about sharing me with whoever the fuck he wants,” she replies, her tone toxic.
“Was that the other part of the fight?”
Amberlee sets the curling rod on the table and quickly unplugs it.
“I need another drink. I’ll get you one too.”
Amberlee disappears with our cups and I pick out something sexy, but not too revealing to wear.
Walking back in, Amberlee looks over my knee high grey boots, cream, off-the-shoulder, sweater dress, and the long, gold necklace with the wing charm at the end.
“You look hot,” she grins, handing me my drink.
With a short-lived giggle, I enjoy the fruity flavor of the drink as I swallow it down.
“Thanks for making me pretty.”
“You’re always pretty even when you’re in pjs and a messy bun. It’s why I have to work so hard to keep the guys off you.”
The liquor from the first drink has taken effect. Warmth is spreading throughout my body and I’m feeling giggly.
“What do you mean? They always want to fuck you, not me.”
Amberlee rolls her eyes. “That’s because I put out and they knew you wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t want any of the guys who only wanted me if I’d put out.”
Amberlee chugs the last of her drink. “You always were the smart one.”
She takes my cup after I finish off the last of it. Nodding to the party, she wraps a hand through my arm. “Let’s join the party. It’ll be nice to have my sister there for a change.”
Outside my door is a whole other world. Amberlee pulls me into it and I take in the crowd. There’s a lot of Serpents in our living room tonight. Every surface is covered with an ass or two. There’s a cooler in the corner overflowing with beer cans. Part of the kitchen counter is completely covered in liquor bottles. The scent of sex and marijuana is already heavy in the air.
There are a few new women I haven’t seen before, hanging on their men like Christmas lights on a tree. As Amberlee tugs me along, the glares I receive from them are lethal. Little do they know I have no interest in any of their men. Only one man has my interest and I’m anxiously waiting for him to arrive.
Ditch turns his attention as Amberlee wraps an arm around him. In his peripheral, he sees me. Fully turning his head, he gives me a once over. With a twitchy hand, he rubs his thumb under his lip. His gaze is frozen on me, snaking up my legs to my chest, and it’s making me uncomfortable. Amberlee nudges him, and he laughs it off, leans in, and kisses her.
“She looks good, babe. You did good.”
“Fuck yeah, I did. She looks gorgeous.”
Ditch shoves a drink into my hand. “Now maybe you can loosen up and not be such a bitch tonight.”
“Can you try to be nice?” Amberlee asks, irritation evident in her tone.
“Sure, babe, but you’ll have to make it up to me later.” Ditch’s smile is devious. Fuck, I hate this guy.
Amberlee reaches between his legs. “I know just how you like it.”
Their lips lock in a disgusting show of passion and I bolt to the kitchen. Dumping the drink Ditch gave me in the sink, I reach for a new cup and make my own drink. As I’m pouring I begin to feel odd. I’m incredibly warm, warmer than alcohol usually makes me. The hand holding the vodka bottle is shaking slightly. I set the bottle down and focus on my senses. The colors around me seem brighter, the scents stronger. Raising my hand in front of my face, I stare at it, noticing the fine details and lines of my skin. Wiggling my fingers, I giggle. An overwhelming euphoric sensation overtakes me, completely relaxing my body.
Glancing across the room, I see Amberlee watching me. She winks at me, then heads my direction.
“I feel amazing. What the hell is going on?”
Amberlee rubs my arm and the contact makes me purr with pleasure. My eyes pinch closed. “God, that feels so good.”
Amberlee moves up my arm and rubs along my naked shoulder and neck.
A low purr slips from my parted lips. “What’s going on? Why does that feel so damn good?”
“It’s ecstasy. You’re high.”
My eyes jolt open. “You put it in my drink?”
“Yeah, it’ll loosen you up for tonight.”
She keeps rubbing and any anger I start to feel is eased away by the pleasurable sensations of her massage.
“Why did you spike my drink?”
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” I giggle.
“I knew you would. Let’s go into the bathroom. It’ll be a whole other experience.”
Amberlee takes my hand and I immediately notice how soft her skin is. I rub my thumb along it, fascinated by the feel of it. Pulling me into the bathroom, she flicks on the light and closes the door behind us. The light is gloriously bright. She positions me in front of the mirror and I look at myself. It’s incredible. I don’t recognize me. My pupils are huge, almost filling my irises. My skin is golden, my eyes intricate with designs and lines darting out from my expanded pupils. My makeup is shiny, and I get lost admiring the sparkles.
Touching my left arm, I slowly run my fingers along my skin, and that single movement causes goose bumps. I close my eyes, reveling in the sensations I feel everywhere I touch.
“Wow, Alee, this is incredible.”
Fingers grazing along my waist, she dips her hands lower and squeezes my hips. “Wait til you fuck Dominic. The feeling will blow your mind.” Still holding me, she kisses my cheek. “Let’s join the party.”
Just the thought of Dominic filling me makes me grin. Amberlee takes my hand and leads me back to the crowd. The music is thumping. Each beat reaching into the depths of my chest. Every sound is more acute, every person, every color utterly spellbinding. My eyes wander over the room, studying everything, taking it all in. My eyes whip back to the front door as it opens and my body instantly tingles with excitement and desire.
Dominic and Drake enter farther into the room and I watch him like a cat slowly hunting her prey. Drake steps out from behind Dominic and I immediately notice Drake’s black eye and bowed head. My lip curls in satisfaction. I hope it hurt like a bitch when Dominic hit him, at least that’s what I’m hoping happened. Glancing at Dominic’s knuckles, I’m assured my thoughts were correct.
My lip slides from between my teeth as Dominic’s eyes catch me across the living room. A forefinger and thumb wipe over his mouth and chin. He stops where he’s at and watches my movements as I saunter toward him. His gaze is carnal as he looks me over from my boot heels to my eyes. His sensual gaze says it all. The intensity is rich and beneath them, I know what he’s thinking. It’s the same thing I am. I want his cock buried deep inside me, filling me, lighting my body on fire.
My hands slip beneath his jacket, gliding up his shirt, fisting it as I reach his chest. Pulling him down to me, I ravage his mouth. Hands cupping my ass, he squeezes as his tongue intertwines with mine. Against my body, his body is warm, delicious, hard, and I want him naked in all his glory. His hand snakes up my back, fisting my hair, pulling my head back to look at him. His gaze is ravenous. I’m putty in his hands, and he knows it. His gorgeous green eyes amaze me. I stare at the lines and details, fascinated by how elaborate and stunning they are.
“What are you high on?”
“Ecstasy, Alee spiked my drink.”
A grumble rolls out of his chest. “Is it your first time?”
“Yes,” I purr, rubbing my hands beneath his shirt. The touch of his hard abs making me aroused.
“Look who’s back,” Ditch announces to the crowd. “We’ve been anxiously waiting for you, Dom. Tonight’s a perfect night to initiate your new girl.”
My head is fuzzy with desire, but I catch the word initiate.
Dominic kisses my head, still holding me close. “Fucking bastard,” he mutters under his breath.
The crowd around us moves back, leaving us just off center of the living room.
“We’ll give you some time to prepare her, but don’t take long. We’re eager for the show.” Ditch’s lowered head and darkened eyes dim my enchanting high.
Dominic slides his hand around my arm and leads me to my room. Closing it, he pulls me to him. Moments ago, I wanted us here with my arms and legs wrapped around him and him carrying me to my bed. Now, my head hurts as my incredible high fights with my combusting nerves.
“What’s he talking about?” I ask, panicked.
“Did you get dressed up for me?” he asks, massaging my back.
“Yes.” My eyes close shut as I indulge in his intoxicating touch.
His hands continue down my back, slowly, methodically, applying just the right pressure. Bringing one hand around to the front, he slides his hand between my legs. Forcing my panties to the side, he slides a finger into me, and I gasp a quickened breath. My head falls back as I’m lost to the rush of heat coursing through my body. My grip tightens, fisting his shirt.
“Dominic, I want you so bad.”
He leans his head next to my ear, his breath sending waves of pleasure over my neck and shoulders. “You look sexy as fuck. I wanna eat your pussy and watch you cum as I pound into your tight hole.”
My mouth elicits several whimpers as he adds another finger and quickens his pace, finger fucking me deep.
“What are you waiting for?”
“We’re gonna do it…out there.”
My eyes shoot open and I pull back from him. “What?”
He cuts the space between us, holding me against him. I feel the enlarged bulge in his jeans and it’s a struggle not to grind against it.
“What do you mean, out there?”
“Do you want to be with me?” he asks, his tone serious. I watch the shift in his gaze as he awaits my answer.
“Yes.”
“Then it’s required you go through an initiation.”
“You mean I have to have sex with you…in front of everyone?”
I sway, feeling woozy. Dominic’s grip tightens, holding me steady.
“You going to be sick?”
“No, I’m freaking out.”
Dominic puts his hand on my chin and directs my face to look up at him. “Don’t think about anyone else. Focus on me. Focus on how good it feels to have me inside you.”
“Will anyone touch me?” The thought revolts me.
Dominic’s brows dip inward, his eyes darken. “Fuck no. They touch you and I’ll gut them where they stand.”
I release the breath I was holding.
“Do I have to get completely naked?”
“Don’t worry about that. Just focus on us.”
“What would’ve happened if I said no?”
Dominic touches my face, caressing his thumb over my cheek. “You don’t want to know.” Leaning down, he kisses me, drawing my lustful desires to the surface. “It’s gonna be fine,” he assures me. “I’ll get you a drink. Settle those nerves.”
“We don’t have to walk out there and start fucking?”
His mouth curves into a delicious smile as he lets out an amused laugh. “No. We can go out and drink and relax. I’m not gonna rush you. They can wait til we’re ready.”
Wrapping his arms around me, he rests them on my lower back, rubbing along my ass and back.
“You look fucking beautiful. It means something to me that you got dressed up like this.”
“Yeah?”
His thumb pulls at my lip. I suck the tip and he leans in, sucking and kissing my neck.
“It does and makes me want to take you hard.”
My body tingles and my head clouds, pushing out any nervous thoughts. His hand slides between my legs, rubbing my underwear against my clit.
“I’m having a hard time not taking you now.”
My head rests on his chest as I moan. “I’m becoming addicted to your touch.”
Dominic cups my pussy, kissing me deep and rough. As he pulls away, I bring my fingers to my tingling lips.
“That’s good. That’s what I want.”
He takes my hand, leading me out of the room. My head is still in a daze, but nerves splinter through my body when several gazes in the crowd look toward us. Dominic makes eye contact with Amberlee and tilts his head, indicating she needs to join us. Taking us into the kitchen, he grabs a whiskey bottle and takes two long swigs, then sets it down. Amberlee walks into the kitchen and he folds his arms, leaning against the counter, his muscles bulge, his gaze menacing.
“Don’t give her any drugs without my permission. I’ll let it slide tonight because I know why you did it.” He puts his palm out, curling his fingers in, then out. “Give me three of your E.”
Reaching into the pocket of her leather pants, she pulls out a small plastic bag with a lot of tiny blue pills in it. Opening it, she pulls out three of them and places them in Dominic’s palm.
“Anything else?” she asks, her tone mocking.
Dominic reaches out, cupping her jaw and cheek. “I see he’s left his mark again.” He drops his hand, taking mine. “When you gonna realize you don’t deserve that shit?”
“We done here?”
Dominic shakes his head, the disappointment evident. “Yeah, we’re done.”
She turns to leave and he calls her name. She looks back at him, expectantly.
“Thanks for looking after her,” he says with a nod.
Lifting her chin, acknowledging, she walks off to rejoin Ditch and the Serpents he’s drinking with.
Moving me in front of him, he places me between his legs. “Open your mouth.”
I do and he places a pill on the tip of my tongue. “This will be your last one tonight. I want you to enjoy it.”
Without a need for a drink, I swallow it down. Dominic pops the other two pills in his mouth and chases them with another drink of whiskey. Clasping his hand at my neck, his fingers tangle in my hair as he brings me to him. Slipping his tongue between my lips, he kisses me deep, moving his hands all over my body, hugging me to him as his mouth speaks for him, illustrating how much he wants me.
Snaking up the inside of my dress, his hand finds the strap of my underwear. He pulls at the strap, then matches his hand on the opposite side, tugging them off my hips. Bringing them down my legs, he has me step out of them.
Shoving the material in his pocket, he winks, “You won’t be needing those.”
I freely fall forward into his arms, giggling, “I’m glad you’re here. You make everything better.”
He kisses me again, then steps away from the counter, taking me with him. “C’mon.”
On the way to the living room, he grabs a beer. Before sitting down, he sheds his Serpent jacket and t-shirt, tossing them on the back of the loveseat, leaving his abs and ink gloriously on display. Dropping down, he pulls me onto his lap. Lifting the beer, he opens it and takes a drink.
My eyes roam the living room, and my gaze lands on Drake, getting handsy with a blonde. He sees me looking and I smirk. I can’t help myself.
“Did you hit him?” I ask.
“Yeah, he won’t be touching you again. You can be sure of that.”
“Why does everyone take orders from you?”
Dominic rubs my back, and I momentarily close my eyes, taking pleasure in the sensation it causes.
“A couple reasons. We have a rank in the club. I’m the second in command. I don’t take orders from anyone, but Christian, and even then, only if I’m willing to.” He pulls me closer, within a whisper. “And the other is they’re afraid of me.”
Tracing my finger over his ink, I admire how detailed and beautiful each tattoo is.
“Why are they afraid of you?”
“Can you handle the answer?”
“Yes.”
“I’m willing to get blood on my hands.”
“You mean you’re willing to kill another man?”
Setting the beer on the stand next to the loveseat, he adjusts the way I’m sitting, making me straddle his lap.
“Yes.”
“Have you…killed another man before?”
Looking at his striking features I notice his dilated pupils. With his hands on my hips, he moves me forward and back over his growing erection. I push into him, wanting to feel him better. Letting out a quiet moan, he reaches down, unbuttoning his jeans.
“We’ll talk about that later.”
I’m brought forward, his mouth taking mine with an intense need. Every movement spikes my growing high. I’m blazing with heat, my core soaking wet. I hunger for more of his touch. Losing myself to the thundering music and exquisite desire coursing through me, I pull his erection from his open jeans and briefs. Raising my ass, I slide down on top of him. His head falls back. “Fuck.”
Fierce, lascivious gaze meeting mine, he slips his hands beneath my dress, raising it over my head and off. It flutters to the floor somewhere behind me.
With whispered words, he warms my ear. “Fuck me, my beautiful Sparrow.”
Desire, rich and sweet, urges my ravenous need for him. Arms around his neck, my head to his, he grips my hips as I ride him.
“Yes, baby, just like that.”
Just like the beat of the music, we fall into a rhythm. Moans echoing from my parted lips, he smothers my cries, swirling his tongue around mine.
Behind me, my bra unclasps. With a sensual caress, he slides the straps from my arms and tosses it.
Hoots and hollers are an echo around us. It’s the first I’ve become aware of anyone’s presence. Keeping my gaze hostage to his, I never look away. He’s the only thing that matters, and I’m in too deep, drowning in his touch, to care about anything else.
We’re a blazing inferno of heat as he holds my back, supporting me as I thrust fast and hard against his cock.
Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulls my head back, sucking my nipple into his mouth as I continue to writhe over him. Filling my free breast in his hand, he massages it, thumbing over the nipple. A wet, slick heat travels up the center of my breasts as he licks across my skin, then switches to my other nipple, sucking it between his teeth and letting it pop free.
Gripping my hips, he slides his ass closer to the edge. Leaning back, he places my arms above my head, onto the top of the chair. With a controlled hold on my hips, he thrusts up, repeatedly, pounding me on his cock.
Crying out, I moan through my release. Trembling, I whimper through the aftershocks as Dominic thickens and pumps into me. Pulling me to him, my head rests against his before he kisses me.
“Fuck, that was good.”
Reaching between my legs, he swirls against my clit, and I hiss in a breath. Putting his middle finger against my lips, I suck to the base, tasting myself on his finger.
“Now I’m gonna fuck something else.”
Dominic stands, my legs still wrapped around him. Touching my ass, he prods the tight hole as he carries me to my room.