Released (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(48)

“Can I keep the gown on? It makes me feel… safer,” I tell him, knowing what those words reveal.

“Mi dulce tortura, you can have anything you want.”

My sweet torture. His words make tears in my eyes. Why can’t I give myself to him without worry? Why do I keep holding onto this fear? Why can’t I be stronger?

“Skull…”

He bends down and kisses the tears that are escaping. “Do not cry, mi cielo. This is just another hurdle. We will clear it together when you’re ready to fight it,” he tells me, right before he reaches over and hits the ceiling fan remote, making the room go dark. I know he can feel the scars on my stomach and thighs, but feeling small marks is nothing like seeing them. I’m going to have to give in soon and let him see it all.

I worry about it, but when Skull’s fingers move between my legs, I give up worrying all together.

He drags his fingers through my wetness, slowly pushing inside of me. I’m so wet, you can hear his fingers thrusting in and out of me. I spread my legs, accepting his weight as he crawls over me.

“How do you want me, mi cielo? Tonight, you tell me exactly what you want.” His breath is against my skin, warm.

I open my eyes slowly, mourning that I can’t see him in the darkness. I see the shadow of his face, and his dark eyes glow down at me, inky and intense.

“Love me, Skull,” I whisper, asking for more than just sex. I just need to know he’s here with me and he’s not going anywhere.

In response, he does the last thing I expect. He reaches over and turns the light back on. I cry out and tense up, but Skull instantly brushes my hair with his large hand.

“Shh… be calm, mi cielo. This is all we’ll do,” he tells me, pulling the covers over his body so they shield us both. Then, he reaches under them, pushing my gown up to my hips. My body is still tight. Fear causes my blood to rush in my ears. A sick feeling curls in my stomach because I feel so weak and stupid, but I can’t get the words or actions out to show him my body. Skull seems to understand though, because he commands me to look at him.

“Look at me, mi cielo. Let me be your anchor. Don’t get lost in the memories. They’re gone.”

“Skull…”

“I love you, Beth. I’ve always loved you. I always will. Nothing else matters. I know that’s hard for you to understand, but it’s true. Look at my eyes. Watch me as I claim you,” he says, his voice gravelly and full of need.

I swallow and keep our eyes locked as he slowly slides inside of me. I pull my legs up to cradle him as he sinks all the way inside. When he’s gone as deep as he can, he doesn’t move. He just stays there, his eyes boring into mine.

“Skull…”

“Do you feel that, Beth? Do you feel how we fit? How everything stills around us when we connect? You are everything I have ever wanted,” he tells me, and the tears begin again, but for a different reason this time.

He kisses them away one by one as his body slowly starts moving. I angle my body to the right, trying to get more friction, but it doesn’t make him go faster. If anything, he goes slower, more deliberate. I bring my legs up, wanting him deeper, unable to get it.

“Skull,” I cry because he’s smiling and I know he’s enjoying torturing me. He reaches beside me, grabbing his pillow. He uses his hold on my hip to lift me up and slide the pillow underneath me. I gasp as he sinks deeper inside, filling me almost to the point of pain.

“Do you feel that, querida? Feel how hard I am? How I’m so f*cking hard I stretch your tight *, marking it, stretching it so that it’s made only for me, only for my cock?”

I whimper. I can’t get words out. I squeeze him tight inside of me and I can literally feel how his dick shudders with the action.

“Mierda!” Skull groans, bracing his hands on the mattress, on either side of me. “Wrap your legs around me, mi cielo. This is going to go faster than I wanted.”

I do as he says, wrapping my legs above his hips, locking them together and pushing up to meet his thrusts. I pull myself up so I can run my tongue over his nipple. My tongue pushes down hard on the small barbell he has there before I suck it into my mouth, worrying it.

He slams into me so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire bed scraped across the floor with the force of his thrusts. When he reaches down with his fingers and manipulates my clit in time with his thrusts, I know I’m done. I cry out as my orgasm tears through me. I lock my body into place, tensing up, unable to do anything but moan. Then, I plunge over the cliff and I come so hard, I literally feel my cum streaming out of me, bathing his cock and leaving me weak.

Skull keeps f*cking me harder and harder, pushing into me, then pulling out only to slam back in. It only takes a little bit though, and he’s yelling out his pleasure as he finally joins me.

“Te amo, mi cielo. Te amo,” he groans, as the last of his cum leaves his body, scalding me and branding me as his.





Our bikes pull in together to Ruby’s. The place is dead. Then again, I expected that. Tucker most likely made sure of it. We switch off our bikes and stare at the place for a minute. Neither one of us are in a hurry to see what is on the other side of that door.

As much bad blood as there is between the Saints and the Blaze, it’s kind of hard to judge what it might be. I never really dealt much with Tucker, but if Viper took after his old man, I definitely have problems coming my way.