“What should we do now, Prez?” Ezra asked.
“We see what John says now that his plan has been fucked. Whatever he had in the works will be just a little harder with his son dead. Let’s really screw with him.” Locke walked over to Ernie and pried open his mouth. Taking the six-inch blade he kept in a sheath hanging on his belt, he cut out Ernie’s tongue. With a sinister laugh, he placed the tongue in a box and handed it to Axel, who had just walked in seconds before.
Axel stared at the box before looking around. “What the fuck, brother? What happened here, and why the fuck was I not invited? I love a good torture and kill.” He half chuckled.
Locke explained the shit storm that occurred right under our noses. “Someone find Ernie’s phone,” Locke barked out. Axel moved to the table and back, handing it to him. He snapped a photo of a very dead, very bloody Ernie. Scrolling through the contacts, he found the number he was looking for and pressed send. “Well, we’re about to find out what John thinks about all this, because I just sent a picture of his precious son to him.” Locke met my eyes. “Make sure the girls are on lockdown. They go nowhere until we find him.”
We all nodded and headed out. I was not looking forward to telling Jules John had someone inside the club. But she deserved to know. At least now we had a little more info than we did.
I just hoped John showed himself after he saw the picture of a dead Ernie. Then we didn’t have to put any of the girls, especially Jules, in danger as bait, and we could end this shit show once and for all.
26
Jules
Coming back from Leah’s room, I found Dom in ours, just staring out the window, looking deep in thought.
“You know, smoke will come out of your ears if you think too hard,” I joked. I walked over to him and rubbed a hand up and down his back.
He turned and gave me a small smile. “Hey, baby.” He wrapped his arms around me and brushed his lips gently across mine.
Feeling his tongue probing my mouth, I was unable to resist. I could feel he needed this, needed me. I opened willingly, running my fingers through his hair. I gripped his neck as his fingers fisted the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up and over my head to reveal my bra. He watched my breasts slowly rising in time with my rapid breathing.
He lifted me and sat me on the dresser. Fingering the swell of my breasts, he roughly pulled down my bra to free my nipples. Dom leaned down and sucked one into his mouth. He released it with a pop, gently blowing on the tip until it stiffened while pinching the other in between his thumb and index finger. I cried out.
“More,” he said as he kissed my throat.
“Yes. Fuck me. Please,” I said on a moan. I felt his cock swelling in his jeans, pressing between my legs. The friction was driving me insane.
Our frantic hands and fingers fumbled, gripping and pulling savagely, trying to unbutton pants. Yanking and tossing clothes as if it were a race for who could get naked first. I’d win. I shoved him back and hopped off the dresser. I quickly tugged my pants and panties off. Standing completely naked in front of him, a snarl ripped from his throat. He lunged at me and tossed me on the bed.
Dom dropped to his knees and roughly grabbed my thighs. His fingertips bruised my skin. The pleasure pain was amazing.
“Fuck, I love it,” I moaned as he licked his way from my knee to my pussy. Then he drove his tongue in deep. I screamed his name and dug my nails into his back. I raked them up and down, arching my pelvis to meet his mouth, not even giving him a chance to breathe. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come!” I panted out.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling away, his voice rough and low. “Not until I say you can.”
He lifted me from the bed and spun me around, then pushed me over the dresser. My tits flattened to the top of it. The wood abraded my nipples. I let out a moan as the friction only pushed me closer to the edge. He roughly gripped my ankles, pulling my legs apart. The way I was bent, my toes barely touched the floor.
“Don’t move.” He spread my legs and ran his tongue up the back of my thighs, kissing each of my ass cheeks.
He dug his fingers into my hips and I bucked backwards as I felt his tongue enter me. Dom greedily sucked on my clit. He pulled away abruptly and smacked my left cheek hard.
“Stay,” he demanded.
Wetness ran down my thighs as I shook with need. His tongue trailed along my skin, licking the juices as they flowed. The emptiness in my core when his hands disappeared had me whimpering. I looked over my shoulder to see him stroking himself. I bit my lip in yearning. He pushed me back down on the dresser and powered inside me, ripping a scream from my throat as he roared.
Our coming together was rough and gritty. Colliding and clashing, sweat pouring off us. The smell of sex was strong and erotic, charging the air with electricity. Gripping my hair in his fist, he quickened his thrusts, pumping hard and hitting every nerve on the way in and out.
Bringing me to the brink on an especially hard thrust, he bit my shoulder. Between the pleasure and bite of pain, I felt the explosion detonate and I screamed as I came apart. Going completely limp, I thanked God the dresser was there for support. Dom rammed into me again.
