EPILOGUE
“So your curiosity is peaked, Detective? You want to know what secrets are locked back here.”
I smiled at him as he opened the door to one of the famous play rooms and placing his hand on my lower back he guided me inside. He turned slightly turning on the light, and I gasped as I realized the room was completely covered in black. Black drapes, black silk, black leather. When I looked up, delicate silver chains hung from the ceiling causing an almost chandelier like illusion.
I heard the click of the door locking and I turned to Diesel. He took his leather jacket off, his steel arms bulging in that tight black t-shirt of his. It still amazed me how quickly my body reacted to him. He threw the jacket on the leather couch and looked up at me.
“Stand here.” He pointed to the spot by the couch. I looked at him warily and I slowly approached him, my heels clicking on the wooden panels. His hands ran up my arms and he turned me around, my back to the door. “Don’t. Move.”
He swept past me and I stared at the patches of his leather jacket. I belonged to a Hellbound Lover now, in every way. Diesel had met my father and they had discussed him coming back to the force. It was only talk, but both men seemed pleased with the way the conversation had gone. Turns out they had a lot more in common than they thought. Trying to handle me, actually made them comrades. I had been shocked, but I was happy that the two most important people in my life were getting along.
The Death Row Shooters had finally pinpointed La Cruz’s whereabouts and Knox and Gunner had been following him for the last week. They needed solid evidence that he was trafficking and the chance for another shipment was quickly approaching. They needed to catch him right at that moment, but they needed to be smart about it. Riggs’ audio and visual equipment was top notch and they were getting that shipyard ready for anything. Word on the street was that La Cruz was no longer playing around. A threat had come in for the Hellbound Lovers, so now we had to walk around with extra protection on our backs.
Liam Calvaro had been arrested and was being tried in a few months. He was going away for life if my father and Diesel had any say about it. Diesel’s man, Charlie, had been a great help during the whole ordeal. It was good to see my man was surrounded with good, loyal people. Diesel seemed happier, more open, more relaxed after seeing Calvaro locked behind bars. He had taken me to visit Isabel, his ex-wife, and he told her about us. He told her that she and his little one would always be in his heart, but that he was finally ready to move on. On our walk back to his bike he had stopped and pulled me into his arms, right there he’d kissed me long and deep, the deep rumble of his I love you still resounded in my head and my heart. I smiled remembering it.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of him shuffling in the background. I giggled, turning slightly towards the noise. “Diesel, baby, I was just curious…”
“Don’t. Move.” His voice was stern yet it sent shivers up my spine. He knew I loved to submit to him and he was definitely playing that card right now.
I took a deep sigh and did as he asked. After a minute or so I felt him come up behind me. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” I whispered and gasped as a silk blindfold was placed over my eyes.
“Diesel?”
“Give me your wrists,” he whispered huskily in my ear.
I slowly lifted my arms and he turned them face up. My breath hitched as I felt the cold steel on my skin and heard the familiar clicking sound of the handcuffs being secured. He hooked his hand along the chain and slowly lifted my arms, I heard the pull of another chain and then all of a sudden, I was hooked onto something.
His strong hands trailing down my arms, his fingertips grazing my axillae, causing goose bumps to appear along my body. I could feel his hot breath on my temple and I shook, feeling suddenly very vulnerable.
“Diesel, I….”
“Shhh,” he pressed his fingertips to my lips and then trailed them down my cheek, along my neck until he was playing with the top curves of my breasts.
“You look beautiful tonight, Gabriela.” His hands molded to my breasts, lifting them slightly before releasing them, groaning as they bounced for him. He continued his path down my body, sweeping his heated touch along my ribcage. Everything felt heightened behind the blindfold and I felt completely elated by him.
“I very much like this dress,” his husky whisper made me moan and I bit my lip as I felt his fingernails trail up the backs of my thighs, sliding my short skirt up my hips.
I had worn a tight black cocktail dress for him tonight and black patent leather heels that he’d been eyeing all night. At one point in the restaurant he had stroked my leg under the table, lifting it up onto his thigh and spreading me for him. I’d playfully tried to push him back, but he didn’t stop until his fingers were sliding along the crevice of my mound. He had gotten me so wet and aroused, only to pull away from me. He sucked on those same fingers while sliding my leg down and patting my knee. I had stared at him in both arousal and need, but the rogue had barely registered me as he licked his fingers and bit into his steak. Now, here he had me hanging from the rafters at Ravenous, and I was loving every second of it.
“So pretty,” he growled as his hand brushed my panties aside and slid right across where I needed him. I cried out, my body jerking and the sound of the chains arousing me even more.
He shifted and suddenly I felt his hands slide my panties down and his hot breath was right at my needy crevice. He yanked the dress up over my ass and growled. I cried out as I felt his hot mouth on me. Digging into my folds as he gripped me to him, squeezing my flesh, kneading my cheeks. He devoured me as I hung there, breathing heavily while his tongue worked its way up my slit, curling at my clit. I screamed as he lapped at my sex, finally taking me into his mouth and sucking hard on my tightened nub. I shook in pleasure and the sound of the chains above me was my undoing. I was cumming on his tongue as his hum of approval resonated through me.
I hung there, my legs giving out as he stepped away from me. I heard the sound of a zipper and then clothes dropping to the floor. He was beside me within seconds, his bare chest pressed against my back, holding me up by the waist. He yanked at the straps of my dress and suddenly the material released and he swiftly dragged it off my body. His hands leaving a heated path upwards as he traced my legs, my hips, my waist and finally cupping my breasts and making me moan as my fists gripped onto the chains above me.
His lips tugged at my earlobe and he hummed sexily. “You want me?”
“God, yes,” my breaths were needy, desperate.
“How badly?” He pinched the tips of my nipples forcing my body to react to his touch. I threw my head back onto his shoulder and let out the most unabashedly, needy moan that was laced with his name.
He growled in my ear and tugged on the chain. Suddenly my hands were being brought back down and I am being lifted into his arms, my wrists still bound. He lay me down on something soft, a mattress, and I waited for him, completely pliant and willing to do anything he wanted.
He lifted my arms and I could feel them being hooked around his neck. He shifted us and suddenly my body was seated on his lap, my pussy gliding along his cock. I moaned, immediately sliding myself against him.
“Fuck yourself, Gabriela. Use my cock baby and get off.”
I gasped as my hips rubbed my pussy against his rigid length. I whimpered and held him tight, my breasts near his mouth.
“Fuck me,” he growled and lifting me he slid me right onto his thick shaft. I cried out as I grinded myself down onto him, completely engulfing him inside of me.
“You like the feeling of me inside you, don’t you?”
I gasped and began to move on him. “God, yes!”
My breaths were half whimpers, half moans, my body heightened as I took him inside of me.
“That’s a good girl. Slide that sweet little pussy on me.” He grunted and spanked my ass making me lose all inhibitions as I bounced myself on his cock.
“Fuck, Gabriela!” He gripped my hips and thrusted up into me. The sound of our bodies smacking wetly against each other only elevated our pleasure.
“Take me inside you, baby! Fuck me!” He grunted and growled sexily as he let me use him. It was the most arousing act. This strong man begging me to fuck him. His dirty words only drove me into ecstasy.
“God, you’re perfect baby!”
“Diesel! Ohhhh God, I love you!”
“Fuck yeah! Do it, baby! Soak it! Cum for me!”
I screamed as I did what he demanded of me. My pussy quivering and spasming as I came on him. He gripped my hips, thrusting himself inside of me. He ripped off my blindfold and stared into my eyes as his cock swelled up and he started to flood my insides.
“Diesel!” I cried out in pleasure at the feel of his hot cum filling me.
He held me tight, his hands stroking my back as we rocked into each other. Our hips doing a slow erotic dance as we both enjoyed the aftermath of our lovemaking.
“I’ll never get enough of you baby,” he kissed my neck and shoulder as I shuddered.
“Diesel that was…”
“You liked it?”
I laughed out loud. “You think?”
He chuckled. “I’ll do anything for you, Gabriela. Even hang you on chains in order to bring you to the utmost peak of pleasure.”
I giggled and nuzzled his neck. “Don’t let me go. Ever.”
He sank his nose in my neck and I felt him breathe me in. “Never,” he whispered against me and I held on tight, enjoying the feel of my man around me and inside of me.
Being in his arms was perfection.