Page 86 of I Was Born Ruined (Death by Daybreak MC 1)
Our mouths clash, and I can feel the roughness of his body against the smoothness of my own. His beard against my face, his legs against mine, his rough hand sliding down my side and plunging beneath my shirt. He cups my breast through my bra, thumbs my nipple through the thin lace.
My body is on fire, burning up from the inside. But instead of turning me to ash, it's burning away my pain and anger and frustration. It feels so good to lose myself like that, and it makes me wonder if the addictive personalities that run in my family have bled over to me, if I'm addicted to danger and sin and ruination.
It would only make sense, wouldn't it? I was born in shadows, and in shadows I remain.
My hands grasp Beast's muscular arms, fingernails digging into his tattoos and making him bleed. He's dark from the sun, dipped in ink, and an integral part of the darkness that I'm running from.
And yet somehow, all I want right now is him.
Catcher Coffey. Beast. The Enforcer for the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club, arguably the most dangerous and terrifying job there is. Beast kills people. He tortures them.
He's fucking me.
And I love it.
I push against his chest, and he rolls us over so that I'm on top. I feel like a princess up there, the princess to a throne of dirty deeds and motorcycles. I'm soaked in sweat, but it's hard to tell because the rain just won't stop coming down. Moving my hips, I find a rhythm that works for me, and I grind my body against Beast's, making his back arch, bringing a growl from his lips.
My climax is messy, ragged and raw. It overtakes my body like a storm, cracking like the lightning in the sky above our heads. Beast flips me over yet again and crushes me in the best possible way, finding his own orgasm with an animalistic little snarl.
Afterward, we lay there for several quiet moments before he pulls away and looks at me with the most cryptic expression on his face, like it's painful to be in my near proximity. I fix my clothes, giving him a defiant stare, and then stand up on shaky legs.
We don't even get two minutes of peace before Gaz comes storming out the back door, looking to pick a fight. I thank a whole host of gods I don't believe in that he didn't actually see us fucking.
Although, I'm pretty sure Beast could kick Gaz's ass.
My brother makes his way across the pavement, and gives us both looks, soaking wet and standing in silence.
“The hell is going on out here?” he asks, and Beast rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck.
I smell violence; I sense pain.
Not good.
“Do you like hitting your little sister?” Beasts asks, and Gaz gives him a dark look.
“When she gets out of line? Yeah, I do. She's my responsibility, not yours, so why don't you fuck off?” Gaz scowls and turns his attention to me. I feel my skin prickle, and my hands clench into fists. I'll never forgive him for hitting me. And I'll never forgive Cat for watching, or Nellie for helplessly sobbing while I got the shit beat out of me. “You been running your mouth, Gidget?”
“I've been covered in bruises,” I reply defiantly, lifting my shirt up to show the purple and black splotches underneath. “Hard to hide, bro.” I reach up and rub the runny makeup under my swollen eye.
“Gidget, would you mind goin' inside?” Beast drawls, voice so low I can hardly hear him over the pouring rain. I raise an eyebrow at the same time as Gaz. My brother is about the same height as Beast, but he's got a bit of a beer belly that the ex-MMA fighter definitely doesn't have. One-on-one, it'd be interesting to see.
But Beast can't start a fight with Gaz, not over me.
As far as the club is concerned, I'm Cat's and Gaz's property. Beast is a part of the club, their brother. Their loyalty is to each other, and nothing is owed to me.
“What are you doing, man?” Gaz asks, when Beast takes a step toward him. He opens the French doors a little wider and gestures for me to go inside. I do, but only because I'm curious. Once I'm inside, Beast closes them and turns to Gaz.
I'm still panting, still flushed with heat, and my heart is thundering.
I watch as Beast and Gaz get into an argument that I can't hear … and then start to fight. Gaz is actually the one who swings first, but as soon as he does, the fight is on. Beast launches a fist into my brother's face and spatters blood across the glass. The two of them slam into the doors and crack the glass before I manage to pull the handles and let myself out.
