Cain's Darkness(22)

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Violet. I shouldn’t want you because of the type of man that I am, but fuck me, I do. I do so damn badly, and I feel guilty because of it.” He stared at her eyes, moved an inch closer so he was right in front of her now and his cock was right between her thighs. His gaze was scorching, and it took everything in her to breathe as he watched her with half-lidded eyes that reflected exactly what he wanted … her.

“I’m crude and lewd, Violet, and I want to be gentle, but I can’t help it. It’s who I am, baby.” He smoothed his fingers over her hands that gripped the edge of the table.

“I just want you, all of you. I don’t want you hiding yourself from me, or thinking I can’t handle your type of passion.” She breathed out. “Just be with me,” she pleaded now, so delirious with arousal. Her pussy was wet, soaking, and she wanted his dick inside of her, finally claiming every part of her.

For a moment he didn’t say anything, and then he groaned deeply, closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw. “Spread your legs wide. Let me see your soaking cunt.”

His coarse language sent her reeling, had her desire skyrocketing, and she didn’t even hesitate. Never had a man spoken to her in such a way, spoken about her body in such a crude manner, and had her to the point she was inflamed at the same time. The commands did something to her insides. She felt weak with need, and Violet wanted to please him, wanted to do anything he said.

“Don’t make me ask you again. This is what you wanted, and this is what you’ll get.”

Her heart thundered hard, and she spread her legs wide, doing exactly what he wanted her to do. This really was what she wanted, to have Cain be himself in all his dominating, hardened biker glory. He was powerful, strong, and took no shit, and she knew that being with him, even in this manner where he didn’t sugarcoat anything, was exactly what she wanted. Her past would not dictate her, and she’d overcome everything to finally be with this man.





Chapter Nine



“Dude, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen this woman suck whipped cream off her fingers,” Rook said from beside Pierce.

Pierce stared at the stage where the current stripper was finishing her fuck show. The girls had to wear G-strings while dancing, and it was a damn fucking shame since Pierce wanted to see some shaved pussy grinding against the pole. He brought his beer to his mouth, was already good and toasted, but he had nothing going on tomorrow, and planned on having titties, ass, and pussy all up in his face tonight. He was horny and hard, and the strip club they were at, The Crystal Cavern, was one of the biggest strip joints in Denver. This place was known for having girls that were all about giving a little action for some extra cash. The sweet-butts back at the clubhouse were all fine and well, especially if he was hard up for some immediate action, but he had fucked all of them at least once. He wanted something different, some foreign pussy that knew how to squeeze a man’s dick until it felt like it would fall off.

He glanced at the other man when a stripper came by and straddled him around the waist. She had nothing on except a triangle bikini top that barely covered her nipples. She started doing this bump and grind on the other member, pushed him back against the seat fully, and went to town, trying to get the fucker to come in his pants no doubt. The skinny bleached blonde started grinding herself even harder on Rook. Pierce liked his woman thicker, with curves he could hold onto as he plowed his cock into them.

She glanced his way, grinned, and said, “You’re next big boy.”

He may like the females he fucked to be thicker, with more meat to grab onto, but that didn’t mean he was about to turn down pussy either.

The lights flashed on stage for a second before dimming once more, and the main attraction for this club was about to take stage. The men that sat in plush and padded seat around the sunken in floor, all hollered and stood from their seats to stare up at the stage. Where he was, he had an elevated, prime shot of the center stage. He couldn’t see the face of the woman that stepped onto stage yet, but he made out her curvy as fuck. She sure as hell wasn’t rail thin like the rest of the girls that had been stripping all night.

The spotlight slid up and covered her big, round, and juicy looking ass. Her hair was short, black and was to her shoulders. It looked like how a flapper would have worn her hair, sleek, shining, and it turned him the fuck on. The black barely there string that went right between the cheeks of her bottom had his mouth watering. Her flared hips, and thighs that were meant to grip a male around the waist, had his cock coming to attention. She turned around, and he zeroed in on her big, full tits that were barely restrained by her black transparent top. The stripper started moving back and forth, and the sight of the way she swayed her hips transfixed him. The flesh jiggled, bounced up and down, and when she bent over and shook her ass, it was like watching a warmed bowl of pudding move around.