Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(19)

“It keeps us alive,” Trev said. “Remember that. You want to go punch a clock? That’s what death really is. We’re living to die. Everyone else is dying to live.”

“Okay, brother. Just hang tight in here. I’ll let you know when the PD splits.”

They hugged and Gaige was gone.

Back inside the apartment, Trev walked to the bedroom.

He slowly opened the door and the first thing he noticed was a pair of jeans on the floor. He sucked in a breath and pushed the door open all the way.

There was Eden, face down on the bed, her legs wrapped around the sheets. Her ass was hanging out, pressing against her panties. The black lines held tight to her body, leaving the sweet curve of her ass cheeks exposed. Her face looked away, her hair spread across the bed. Her legs were beautifully long, little calf muscles showing, her feet small and, damn Trev for thinking it, looking cute.

He stepped into the room, the worst intention racing through his mind.

Eden was completely passed out. Her shirt was pulled up a little, showing off her lower back. It was a perfect spot for a tattoo. Something for Trev to shoot at when he came. Then again, when he got inside Eden, he wasn’t going to pull out of her. No f*cking way in hell.

Standing at the end of the bed, Trev leaned down and let his fingertips touch the back of Eden’s leg. Her leg shivered for a second and she groaned. She moved to her belly more, her ass right there. The way her panties cut in, showing too much skin for her own good.

Slowly, Trev ran his fingers up her leg to her ass. He leaned down and dipped his hand between her thighs. His middle finger took the lead, feeling the warmth of her *, burning, even over her panties.

Eden let out a moaning breath. Her legs parted a little more.

Trev added a second finger and pressed, gently twisting, feeling her start to give way.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered.

Her head started to move. Her left hand reached out and clutched at the sheets.

Trev gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath.

“It’s just me, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m staking my f*cking claim.”

Eden looked back, eyes open, her hand running through her hair to get it out of her face. She looked shocked, yet her eyes were burning with need.

“You still f*cking want it,” he said. “You’re soaking wet, Eden.”

She slowly nodded.

That was all Trev needed to see.

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nine.



Eden wasn’t sure if she was dreaming.

She nodded because she wanted it. She craved it. Pleasure was going to be her drug to mask everything else. From the second Trev touched her, she wanted him to keep going.

Trev’s left hand grabbed her waist and pulled, propping her up on her knees, ass in the air. His hand then held tight at her waist while his other hand explored. Pressing against her panties, Trev brought Eden’s body back to life. She was almost dripping within seconds. When Trev’s fingers moved up and beyond, still pressing, she lurched forward, feeling the pressure of his touch somewhere else. He kept going and grabbed the top of her panties.

As he stripped them down, Eden buried her face in the pillows and felt herself starting to rock back and forth. She was so turned on, so ready to be claimed by a man like Trev. He’d save her and protect her. She’d give him anything for that.

He took her panties down to her knees.

Then his hand touched her inner thigh. “Open more,” his voice commanded.

Eden listened.

His fingers slid right back up, this time his fingertips touching her bare, wet skin. Two fingers curled against her folds, opening them. He then pressed against her hole, making a few small circles. That made Eden wiggle her hips.

“Get ready,” Trev warned.

Before Eden could take a breath, Trev plunged those two fingers into her body. She let out a scream and leaned forward again. The pressure was instant and so goddamn filling. Trev pulled at her waist, bringing her back where he wanted her, his fingers sinking even deeper. She felt him turn his fingers, while still inside her, ripping her open, reaching depths that no man had ever come close to before. As he pulled back out, the rage of pleasure started to quickly mount.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t remember a * this tight before,” Trev said.

“Trev,” Eden managed to growl. “Fuck, Trev.”

She threw her head back and looked back at him. He was just sitting on the bed, looking so f*cking casual and in control. His left hand slowly slid forward and down, rubbing against Eden’s soft mound. She felt a finger touch her clit and she let out a whimper.

Trev looked back at her, grinning. “You like that, don’t you? You like my trigger finger on your clit. You know that finger has been responsible for people dying, right?”

Eden barely managed to get out a groan.

Trev plunged his fingers back into her *. He started to finger her with one hand, his other hand rubbing her clit. Moving the same way with both hands left Eden with handfuls of the bed sheet, rocking back and forth, unable to look away from the outlaw taking care of her. She saw the large skull on the back of his leather cut. The Back Down Devil MC name over the top. An outlaw was bringing her to f*cking climax.

“Oh, f*ck,” she groaned.

Trev growled and pressed his fingers deep, twisting them harder. Eden felt her body squeezing against his touch. She rocked her hips left to right, loving the feeling of him stretching her open, each pulling sensation spread a hot fire through her core.