What Doesn't Destroy Us (The Devil's Dust #1)(75)

I flex my fist; the sting from the impact radiates through my bones.

Rudy looks up at me through teary eyes, cupping his jaw.

“You’ll live if you stay the f*ck down!”

I grab Dani’s hand and take her inside. I throw her on the bed as the darkness consumes the room. I lower my body over hers, our passions as fierce as the storm.

She grabs me by the shoulders and rolls us over to where she's on top. Her action to take charge makes my dick so hard it hurts. I untie the dainty strings holding her bikini top together. The room is so dark, I feel it fall rather than see it. I find her hips and untie those as well.

Her hand trails down my stomach to my shorts. She shoves her hand in them and forcefully fists my dick. She leans down and starts pecking my stomach with those sweet lips; her nipples gliding across my abdomen. My dick can't get any harder than it already is.

I start to shuffle out of my shorts, the urgency to be inside of her taking over. Lightning strikes and lights up the room briefly; enough for me to see the lustful state Dani is in. Her long hair is pulled to the left side of her shoulders; her bottom lip is sucked in beneath her teeth; her tits are perky and ready for my rough hands. I grab her breasts, greedy for contact, making her head fall back. I grab her by the hips, lift her and impale her with my throbbing erection.

“Oh, Shadow,” she moans loudly, her sweet voice making me groan. Her * is wet and warm, hugging my dick tightly.

She starts to rock her hips, but I can’t take the painfully slow rhythm she’s taking. I have to have her now; all of her. I grab her hips and lift and lower her body into my thrusts. She plants a hand down on my chest to steady herself as the other grabs one of her nipples. The image of her playing with herself makes me about to bust a nut. I dig my fingers into her hips and throw her under me. Taking charge, I piston my hips in and out of her trying to find that sweet release she brings.

Her nails dig deep into my shoulders as her * clenches with pleasure, her body’s warning that she’s on the brink of orgasm.

I grab her thighs to pull her closer, wanting to be deeper inside. She lifts her leg from my hip and puts it on my shoulder, letting my dick slide deep inside and hitting the back of her. She sighs loudly with every blow. I feel my balls squeeze as my release begins to stack within. My thrusts become harder; my breathing harsher. My energy makes it hard for Dani to hold on and she takes her leg down to wrap them both around my waist. Lightning strikes again, giving me a glimpse of Dani’s beautiful face; her face nothing but an image of pleasure. The prickling sensation enters the head of my dick; the warm vibration radiating through my balls. I moan as my orgasm hits its peak. She moans with me as her * clenches hard. I feel a sudden sting on my shoulder as Dani bites down, making my release heighten. The sensation is almost too much to take. I bite down on her shoulder to return the favor.

I watch Dani sleep; confused at how this girl has me feeling things I have never wanted to feel for another. It would kill me if she left. It’s in this moment I realize I need to make Dani mine permanently. If I own her, she can never leave, even if she wants to, thanks to the laws of the club.

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I wake in the middle of the night to an empty bed. Sitting up, I see Shadow standing at the double doors as the storm continues.

“Shadow?”

He turns and smiles as he brings his naked self back to the bed. His blue eyes meet my green eyes with a flare of intensity.

“What?” I ask, sensing something is off.

“Be my Ol' Lady,” he asks, throwing me for a loop. I hesitate.

“I want to give you the opportunity to say yes, but it’s not needed.” His tone is serious and somber as he says the words. What does that mean?

What does being his Ol’ Lady entail exactly? I have seen the things Babs goes through, but I know she is treated different than others. I haven’t really seen any other Ol' Ladies around the club, yet, to get a feel of what they do exactly.

“I’m not sure what an Ol’ Lady does. I don’t know if I would be a good one,” I confess.

“It means I protect you; that the club protects you. You’re my family, as well as the club's. You’ll wear a cut that says you're my property and as long as you follow the club laws, you’ll be fine,” he says, kissing my forehead.

“Laws?” I whisper. I have heard of these laws here and there. I've even broken one and didn’t know it.

“Yes, laws.” He runs his hands over his jaw pausing at his mouth and running his thumb over his bottom lip.

“As a motorcycle club, we have our own laws, our own way of life. We make and follow our own rules. Those who break the rules deal with our way of justice. The laws for Ol' Ladies: a brother decides who his Ol’ Lady is; the woman doesn’t get a say. Some women become property against their wills. The woman is not allowed out of her role as an Ol' Lady until a brother says he’s done with her.” He stares at me, trying to read my expression. He chants the words as if he is reading a bible ingrained in his brain.

“You’ll learn them as you go; it’s common sense really.”

I sit on the bed taking in everything he says; laws, property, against their wills. It is all reeling through my head, making me second guess the excitement of being an Ol' Lady. Is this why Babs puts up with Locks; because she can’t leave?