Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(46)

“I swear,” Eden said. She was on the verge of whimpering. Her body needed him so badly. “I swear I’ll trust you.”

Trev gently kissed her.

He came forward, pressing himself to her slit. Eden’s hand touched herself and she felt him open her. His girth stole her breath. She tried to slink back, almost nervous about that first thrust because of how it felt.

Trev was faster than her. He thrust and pounded right into her.

Eden put her head back and let out a cry.

Trev kissed her neck and then placed both hands to her hips. He held her there and f*cked her. Each thrust harder than the previous. Each thrust deeper. The entire time, Trev’s lips and tongue didn’t leave Eden’s body. He kissed both sides of her neck, nibbled on both of her ears, and then sought out her lips and didn’t stop kissing her.

As crazy as it was, it was like Trev was making love to her. His own version of it. And right there, in the bathroom in a bar of Back Down Devil MC. Not quite the intense romance thing Eden had expected when she met someone she really cared about, but then again, it was Trev and it was the outlaw life.

What else would it be?

Eden held onto Trev’s leather cut and she dug her heels into the back of his legs.

“You feel so f*cking good,” Trev growled, his teeth grazing her neck. “You taste so f*cking good too.”

“Oh, Trev,” Eden purred. “Yes.”

“You liked seeing me fight that guy, didn’t you?”

Eden felt her hips rocking because of Trev’s thrusts. “Fuck… yes…”

“I’ll always protect you,” Trev said. “Nobody will hurt you, ever. I’m f*cking claiming you as my own, Eden. Do you understand that?”

Biting her lip, Eden groaned. Trev pounded into her and held there. He bucked his hips, digging even deeper. Eden opened her mouth and had no breath, no air, nothing. She stared at Trev, trying to say something.

She nodded.

“Good,” Trev said. “Now I’m going to fill you again. Then you’re going to wear my ink.”

Eden let out a yell as Trev slowly pulled back. She felt the tip of his cock sliding against her insides, making her rock her hips. He then f*cked her harder than ever. From zero to a hundred in two thrusts, Trev put his lips to Eden’s but he didn’t kiss her. They were just together, their bodies colliding with intense pleasure.

Eden started to cry out, louder and louder.

“Yes,” Trev said. “Let everyone f*cking hear you. They’ll know then you’re mine.”

Eden clutched the leather cut tighter.

She let out one last cry and Trev stole it by kissing her. That was when he started to come, pumping himself back and forth as he came, spilling into her. Eden slid her hands around to the back of Trev’s leather cut, following the outline of his patch. She then grabbed his belt and pulled, wanting him deep inside her. He held there, his cock still throbbing. Each time, he grunted.

“Fuck,” Eden whimpered. “It’s so good, Trev.”

Trev looked at her. “Are you ready for this?”

“For what?”

“Ink,” he said.

“Right now?”

“Right f*cking now,” Trev said. “You’re going first… then you’re going to ink me.”

“Tonight?”

“I trust you, beautiful. I want you to tattoo me.”

Eden had nothing to say to it. It was maybe far from romantic, but the gesture was romantic.

Trev started to pull away and Eden grabbed him again. “Trev… I really do trust you. I care about you. You really hurt me though.”

“I know, beautiful,” Trev said. “But I’ll do anything to protect what I love.”

That left Eden in shock. And it left her with one question.

Does he love me?

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eighteen.



Eden gripped the chair as Trev straddled it. Her shirt was pulled up but not too far. She stared at him with her eyes full of fear. Her knuckles were white and she looked a second away from passing out.

Trev never met someone in his life that was a tattoo artist who didn’t have a tattoo. It was sort of sexy for Eden, but that was long gone now. She was getting a set of angel wings and a skull tattooed on her lower back. Trev’s ink. Trev’s mark. A notion to the rest of the MC and the rest of the goddamn world that Eden was his.

What did that really mean? Trev wasn’t sure yet. But for now, it meant protecting her, taking care of her, and then giving her a chance at something greater. Once this internal shit was exposed and settled, Eden would be finally free to do what she wanted.

“You’re doing great, beautiful,” Trev said, chasing away all future thoughts. He was better kept right in the present.

Eden forced a smile. “Yeah. Right.”

“Almost done, darling,” the tattoo artist said. Everyone called him Smith. He was supposed to be the best in the area, inking up more than half of the Back Down Devil MC Daurian charter. He was there all night to ink up anyone who wanted it. He’d already done half a dozen tats in honor of Giovanni.

“How’s it feel?” Trev asked with a grin.

“I don’t know,” Eden said. “Burns a little.”

“I can’t believe you’re a tattoo artist and never had the needle touch you.”