“Your cock,” Bliss begged.
Shade nudged his cock slowly into her greedy cunt, feeling her silky flesh glide over his hard dick. He loved the feeling of first entering a tight pussy, gradually loosening it until they could take the force of his thrusts.
Bliss tried to arch her hips to make him go faster and Shade pulled his cock away, stepping back from the bed.
“Shade,” Bliss whimpered in frustration.
“Did I tell you to move?”
“No.”
“You know that’s against the rules?”
“Yes,” Bliss admitted.
“Then I guess you don’t want my dick, do you?”
“I want it so… bad.”
“Do bad girls get my cock in their pussies?”
“No,” Bliss’s tear-filled voice answered as she sat up on the side of the bed.
“No, they don’t, do they? Not until they’re punished for being bad. Go downstairs and get my paddle.”
“Okay.” Bliss stood up, going to the doorway.
Shade turned the clock on the desk to face her then used his finger to tap it. “Every minute it takes you will be one stroke.”
Shade easily read the heightened desire in Bliss’s expression when she slowed her pace as she walked toward the door. Bliss enjoyed their games as much as he did.
Turning back to the paperwork Bedford had tried to murder Beth over, his eyes narrowed over a certain account number. Shade had almost perfect retention—that was how he had proved so successful as a sniper—and he was familiar with the account number.
Picking up his cell phone, he called his father.
“Hello.”
Shade didn’t take the time to repeat the greeting. “Ask Sam about Memphis. Call me back when she admits he’s the accomplice. I’m going to be busy, though, so you may have to let it ring a while.”
“You sure it’s Memphis?”
The bank account number of the brother who had betrayed them was staring back at him.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He disconnected.
“Did I take a long time?” Bliss came back into the room, setting the paddle down on the desk in front of him.
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“You took just long enough,” Shade said, picking it up.
Chapter 10
Shade stood hidden in the shadows, waiting as a lone figure came down the staircase. The previous night’s party had been a large one with the brothers from Ohio in town, which Viper had sent for. With all The Last Riders in one place, it would provide the perfect opportunity for their betrayer to make a move. The trap had been set, and like the rat he was, he had fallen for it and was scurrying for the bait.
The brothers had bedded down for the night on any available furniture sturdy enough to hold their weight. Several had even thought ahead, bringing a sleeping bag and finding an open piece of floor to crash on.
The figure methodically came down the steps, careful not to make a sound to alert anyone they were all about to be killed in their sleep. Shade, who had a keen sense of sight in the darkness, saw he held something in his hand as he headed for the door.
Shade flipped the switch, the sudden burst of light blinding the brother he was staring at coldly.
Memphis paused for a second, their gazes meeting. Shade let him see the death in his lethal eyes. Startled, Memphis spun around to see Viper, Razer, and Cash standing by the door.
“Hey, man, you’re going to wake everyone. Douse the lights.” Shade’s lips twitched at Memphis’s attempt to squash any suspicions.
“Everyone is already awake. What are you doing awake? Last I saw, you were upstairs with Evie.” Viper’s harsh voice belied his casual stance.
Memphis shrugged. “She’s asleep. I thought I’d go for a ride.”
“Sounds good; care if we join you?” Viper asked.
“I was wanting some alone time, if you don’t mind?” Memphis started to move forward, but the three men blocked his path.
“We do mind.”
Memphis turned to leave through the backdoor yet found his way blocked by the members he had thought were sleeping. Outnumbered, he tried to brazen his way out.
“What’s up, Viper? Since when does me going for a ride become club business?”
“It becomes our business when you’re planning on blowing us to smithereens on your lone ride.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Memphis’s eyes darted back and forth between the brothers, making sure he didn’t meet Shade’s again. The fucker knew he wouldn’t find any sympathy from him.
“Search him, Razer,” Viper ordered.
When Razer stepped forward, Memphis bolted, attempting to force his way through the men blocking the door. However, his face was quickly shoved into the wall and his arms held high behind his back. When he tried to fight free, Viper smashed his face into the wall using his hair.