Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(31)

Growing up in the normal world Eden had a sense that murder was bad and bad guys went to jail. The cops would get the bad guys and the bad guys would pay. The cops would protect the good people. But in this world, it seemed different. Very different. And in some weird way it sort of made sense to Eden. They didn’t seem to just run out and kill people. If there was a reason… but that meant they were playing God, right?

Eden sighed and kept walking. Right now her only savior was Trev. With Trev came the MC and the MC had some serious power and control.

When Eden got to the apartment she noticed blood on one of the steps. She looked back at the prospects, figuring she should make them go first.

No. I can do this on my own.

Eden entered the apartment and looked around. There was a smell in the air she couldn’t figure out. She slowly walked through the apartment toward the bedroom. She pushed the door open and heard the shower water running. Relief went through her body as did an intense heat.

Trev. The shower? Naked…

She made it three steps into the bedroom and then saw clothes on the floor. Jeans and t-shirt. They were covered in blood. Eden gasped and covered her mouth. She looked to the bed and saw Trev’s leather cut. More blood.

She rushed forward to the bathroom and feared she was going to find Trev injured, or worse, dying.

Instead, she found Trev standing at the shower, his back to her, butt naked. He was standing fine and didn’t seem hurt. All worry and care about him being injured was quickly swept away as she watched the muscles of his back cascade down to a perfectly tight ass that made her knees almost give out. She touched the sink and let out a little moan, then felt her cheeks turn red.

Trev looked back. There was blood on his face. “Eden…”

“Trev? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“No, beautiful, I’m not hurt,” he said. “Go wait in the bedroom.”

“Turn around, Trev.”

“I had work to do,” Trev said.

He put his right arm down and Eden saw the blood on his arm.

“Please… turn around. I want to see. I want to understand.”

Trev sidestepped and turned. Sideways, his shoulder looked like a basketball, leading down to his defined arm. A round tricep and chiseled cut bicep. Beyond that, his chest, abs, everything cut and pointed down to his cock. He just hung there, flaccid, but so long and so thick.

Then Trev turned completely and faced Eden.

The full sight of him naked made Eden bite her lip. Her body was on fire. Her nipples erect and pressing against her bra, making it uncomfortable to be clothed. The hot water heated up the bathroom, the steam creeping along the ceiling. She was sweating and not just from the steam. Between her legs, she was a sopping mess. Being near Trev was dangerous. She told herself she should have packed more panties because he was ruining all she had with her.

Eden blinked a few times and then started to focus on the blood. There was so much of it. It was almost caked on him as though he’d been playing in mud or something.

“None of that is yours?” she whispered.

“Not a single drop,” Trev said. “Does this scare you, beautiful?”

Eden nodded. “Yes.”

“That’s what I was worried about.”

Trev stepped back and Eden jumped forward. She ran to him and grabbed his left hand, blood and all.

“Wait. Trev.”

Eden licked her lips and felt such an intense passion inside her body. It was like nothing she ever felt in her life. It was about Trev being dangerous, scary, sexy, and caring all rolled into one. He was a man who came back to the apartment and slept on the floor, next to the bed, just to make her feel safe. That meant something. He could have had someone else do that while he killed more people or f*cked other women.

Eden released her hold on Trev’s hand and grabbed for the bottom of her shirt. She took her shirt off and threw it behind her. She then reached back with one hand and unsnapped her bra. She let it fall forward and tossed it to the side. Reaching down for Trev’s hand, she shivered, unable to comprehend what she was about to do. She put Trev’s hand to her bare breast. She squeezed her hand to his.

“Fuck,” Trev said.

He slipped his hand away from Eden’s breast, leaving a few smears of blood.

Eden was breathing heavy, her mind reminding herself that the blood on her breast was not hers or Trev’s. It was of someone he killed. She looked down at her breast and groaned.

Trev reached down and opened her jeans. Eden put her hands to Trev’s chest and clawed at him.

“Tell me,” she whispered.

“Tell you what?”

“What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Trev said. He took his hands from her open jeans and said, “Take everything off right now.”

Eden stepped back and stripped herself naked. Everything came off in seconds and she couldn’t believe how fast her day had turned. Twenty minutes ago she was in tears, feeling desperate and alone. Now she was inches away from Trev, both of them naked.

“Let me wash this off,” Trev said.

He turned and walked into the shower.

Eden hesitated and watched as the water hit his body and cascaded down. She quickly stepped forward and into the shower with him.

“I’ll do it,” she said.

“What?”