Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(64)

Pistol drags Katie toward me. She’s changed since I saw her last, that’s true. She’s got the same hair as I do, the same eyes, and the same tears—because we’re both crying. Her shirt is torn and smudged with dirt, her hair knotted up, her face bruised, and her pants torn.

I look back at the Devil like he’s lost his mind. “How can you do this to your own daughter?” It’s a stupid question. After all, what he’s doing to me doesn’t exactly nominate him for father of the year either.

“Someday, I will answer your questions, sunshine. For now, all I need is your answer. Yes or no?”

He reaches out his hand. I look at him, then back at my sister. Then, I do it. I strike a deal with the Devil. All I had to promise him was my soul.





“You okay, mi cielo?”

We’re sitting in the main room of the bunker. There’s music playing and the bar is open. By our standards, it’s a quiet party. A few of the girls are dancing, but even Sabre and Latch have pulled it in tonight. Hard to celebrate when you’ve lost some good men.

Beth sits in my lap while I’m playing poker with Diesel, Sabre, and Briar. Beth tried to excuse herself and go back to our room, but I just couldn’t talk myself into letting her go. I pulled her down on my lap and ignored her protests. Having her at the hospital today without me was one of the hardest things I’ve ever been through. I don’t know how to tell her she can’t do that again. She’s already talking about going back in the morning. I love that she feels for my brother and wants to help Beast, but she’s not responsible and I won’t have her blaming herself forever.

“I’m okay. Just thinking,” she says, giving me a small smile.

I wrap my arm around her and squeeze. Then, I whisper into her ear where only she can hear me. “Mi cielo, did I tell you how much I love that dress you’re wearing?”

“It’s the one I was wearing when we first met,” she whispers.

I play my card on the table, then find her ear again. “It’s driving me crazy. I’m dying to slide my hands up under it, rip off your panties, and f*ck you right here, right now.”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

My dick pushes so hard against the zipper of my jeans, the f*cker probably has marks branded on it. Beth wiggles in my lap, letting me know our talk is getting to her too. “Makes my cock so f*cking hard to feel your ass against it. Every time you move, I want to carry you into our room and f*ck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”

She drapes an arm around my neck and pulls my ear to her lips now.

“Skull. Please. I need you inside of me. I want you to f*ck me so hard that I feel you inside of me for months,” she whispers, a hint of desperation in her voice.

The fact that she needs me so much settles inside of me. I throw the cards on the table. “I fold,” I tell them, standing up with Beth in my arms.

“Where you going, boss? We just started…” Sabre complains.

“I’m going to go f*ck my woman,” I growl back. Beth buries her head in my chest.

“Go get her, ese!” shouts Diesel as the others holler out lewd remarks.

I leave their shouting behind and walk down the hall to our room.

I’m barely in the room when I feel her teeth nibble up my neck, then her sweet little tongue following the same path. Her hands dive under my shirt as she drags her nails across my stomach.

“My woman needs her man tonight,” I whisper through the moan she pulls out of me when she sucks on the small ring I have in my nipple.

“I’m dying for you. Hurry,” she whimpers.

I slam the door with my foot before pushing her up against the wall.

“Mi cielo, you’re driving me crazy,” I mumble against her neck. “Wrap your legs around me,” I order. I bite down on the tendon that runs along her neck beside the artery. Her nails dig into my sides.

“The feeling is mutual.” Her greedy hands move to my belt.

“If you do that, this will be over quick,” I tell her. She ignores me and, once the belt is loose, she pops the button on my jeans.

“We have all night,” she tells me. “We can go slower with round two.” As she tells me that, her skillful little hand finishes opening my pants, releasing my cock. She wraps her hand around it and strokes it while maintaining the tightest pressure she’s ever dared with me. Sweet Jesus.

“What’s gotten into you tonight, Beth?” I ask, even as my hands help to push my pants down.

“Are you complaining?”

“Fuck, no! Just wondering what made my mujer so bold. I’m thanking my lucky stars.”

“Less talk, Skull. More action.” She brings her tongue to my lips and curls it against my small lip ring. She sucks the ring into her mouth, playing with it just right… so f*cking right, my balls are already tight.

“Point made,” I tell her.

My hands go to her panties and I rip them. I push the ruined silk out of the way. Her body shudders as her hips thrust toward me with hunger.

“Hurry, Skull,” she whispers, pushing my shirt up and latching her lips on my nipple, capturing the ring between her teeth and pulling on it, then drawing the nipple into her mouth, loving it with her tongue.

“I just… Oh f*ck… Beth, let me make sure you’re ready,” I groan.