He pushed the skirt out of the way to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. Lacey was soaking wet as he slid his thumb through her slit. She didn’t tell him to stop.
“Why, Lacey? Why couldn’t you kill me?” He caressed her clit going down to slide a finger deep in her cunt. Whizz had learned a lot about her. It didn’t take long to find everything out that he needed once he knew where she came from. Any other information he asked for Butch provided for him. She’d been gang-raped by Gonzalez’s men when she was just a little girl. Those men who were dead had torn away her ability to have children. His search had found out that she’d tried to take her life and had failed because of Dalton. Her life had been easy to find and track down. Whizz knew everything that could be recorded apart from what went on her mind and behind closed doors. Had she been with other men? Did she fuck women? What happened after everything she’d been through?
The woman in his arms was not what he expected. Her arms were decorated in ink. It was strange. He’d never wanted a woman covered in ink before. To him, women were supposed to be delicate, feminine, like Angel or Sophia. They epitomized femininity. Lacey was broken, he saw it in her eyes, yet she held femininity within her grasp. The way she walked as she swung her hips from side to side, the fullness of her curves, and her overall person screamed feminine. She was a size sixteen to eighteen, and he’d discovered that because of Angel lending her clothes.
Her size only turned him on more. She was thicker than what was popular, but he loved her curves, gripping onto her fleshy hips as he pounded inside her.
Adding a third finger to her pussy, he pressed his thumb to her nub. “Tell me, Lacey, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”
She groaned, dropping the knife onto the bed as she thrust onto his fingers. “Please,” she said.
“Answer me.” He paused with his finger on her clit.
Lacey stared down at him.
“I’m not going to play until you tell me why you let me live.”
She nibbled on her lip, clearly fighting her response. “I couldn’t let you die.”
“Why?”
“I knew who you were and what you’d been through. Danny got details on all of you.”
Whizz felt his gut twisting.
“You knew about Alan?” he asked.
She nodded. “Yes.”
He licked his own lips. Whizz should have known that they would do their research. Anyone who tried to take down someone as powerful as Gonzalez would be stupid not to do their homework.
“I knew what you’d been through, and I wanted to see you.”
“Because you’d been through something similar?”
“You were the one who looked odd in the group. I only wanted to see why you were part of The Skulls.” Her words were filled with attitude as she glared at him.
With quick moves, Whizz pulled his fingers out of her pussy, gripped her hips and changed their positions taking her to the bed. Sliding between her legs he took hold of her hands pressing them above her head. Staring into her green eyes, Whizz found himself falling for her.
“You didn’t think that.”
“Yeah, I did. Your place is not in The Skulls. Ever since you were hurt you’ve been useless to the club.” She stopped talking as he claimed her lips.
Lacey spilled her words out, clearly trying to hurt him. He saw she was hurting inside. Whizz was responsible for taking away her loved ones, but, God help him, he didn’t care. The club came first. His loyalty was to the club, and he’d played his part. Tiny allowed him to keep Lacey for his own even though he didn’t agree. She didn’t mean any of the words she spoke. Whizz knew her enough to see she was lying. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, and she lay limp within his arms. When Lacey meant what she said, she fought with everything she was. The words coming out of her mouth now were exactly that, words. They were empty and meant absolutely nothing.
He kissed down to her ear, sucking in her flesh.
She moaned, arching up against him. Biting her ear, he made sure she could hear him. “You’re lying to me, Lacey.” His proof came as she tensed underneath him. “I believe you sought me out by accident. You didn’t know I was at the coffee shop when you were. Once you saw me, you saw yourself. We’ve both been hurt in the past that we didn’t deserve. You wanted to talk to someone who wouldn’t see the broken, raped, little girl. That’s all Dalton and Danny saw when they looked at you. You were not a woman to them but something that needed to be fixed. When you look at me, you don’t see me broken. We’re survivors, Lacey, and for once you wanted to be seen as a woman. I was there. You knew I wouldn’t hurt you. If you did your research you knew how I care.” He stopped talking to lick the pulse beating rapidly against his tongue. She gasped. The feminine sound filled his senses. “You looked at me, and you wanted to be treated like a woman. You wanted a cock thrusting inside you without fear. I didn’t know you or what you’d been through. I only saw a woman, and you loved that. It’s why you kept coming back for more. You came back for my cock and what I can give you, nothing else.”
He pulled back to look into her eyes.
“I see a woman, Lacey. I know what happened to you in the past. The broken girl, I’ve seen the files of what happened, and I know you’ll never give birth. For everything you’ve been through, I’m sorry, but I can only see the woman I had my cock inside. I want your pussy, Lacey, and I’m going to have it again, and you’re going to let me.” He climbed from between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Whizz smiled. His cock stood out in his sweat pants. The tip was leaking pre-cum, but he wasn’t going to give into what he wanted.
“I’m going to get something to eat.” It was morning, and he was starving.
“You’re not going to fuck me?”
“No.”
“Why not? I can see you want to.” She pointed at the evidence. He raised a brow waiting for her to continue. “You say you only see the woman, and yet you’re the one leaving now.”
He closed the distance between them, sinking his fingers into her hair. The hand that had been inside her pussy, he brought to his lips and sucked the taste of her off. “When I take your pussy again, Lacey—and I will—we’re not going to start it off with you holding a knife to my fucking neck.”
Spinning on his heel, he left his bedroom, locking the door behind him. Baker was walking down the hall. One of the sweet-butts was trying to catch up with him.
“Baker, please,” she said, whimpering.
“One fuck is not going to make you mine. Get the fuck away from me.” Baker stopped when he saw Whizz.
“Don’t let me bother you. I’ve got a problem of my own.” Whizz walked toward the nearest available bathroom and locked the door. Staring at his reflection, he tilted his head back to see there was no sign the knife had been held to his neck. If the club knew she’d held a knife to his throat, they’d chain her up in the warehouse on the outskirts of Fort Wills. No one threatened the club and got away with it. Lacey wasn’t going to do anything.
Running the shower, he climbed in after removing his pants. Taking his cock in hand he closed his eyes as he imagined being inside Lacey’s nice warm cunt. Within seconds he spilled his seed and watched the cum go down the drain. Resting his head against the cold tile beneath his head, he knew it was only a matter of time before he claimed her. Every time he was with Lacey, he wanted her. She was like a drug and he an addict. They were both broken, and yet together they would be perfect for each other.
****
Collapsing to the bed, Lacey allowed the tears to finally fall. The scent of Whizz surrounded her. The bed smelled like him, and she found herself lying down on the bed more and more. Ever since she’d followed him back to the clubhouse on the same day that they killed her club she’d not been allowed to leave his room. Part of her didn’t mind. She didn’t know what she’d do if she saw the men responsible for taking her club away from her. Whizz provided well for her even though she was in his room. Another part of her was going crazy. She’d not been locked in one space for so long in a long time. The last time she’d been shut away without being allowed to leave wasn’t long after Gonzalez senior had destroyed the original club.
Whizz’s computers filled one wall of his bedroom. She didn’t do well with technology, and the best she’d done was accessing his games that kept her entertained. He streamed movies into the room, and told her how to access them. She’d watched no end of movies while in his room, not to mention television shows. He brought her breakfast, lunch, and dinner, including snacks to keep her entertained. To help her sleep, she’d started using his exercise equipment in the corner. She wasn’t getting out much, and doing very little meant she was struggling to sleep. The exercise equipment kept some control over her weight. Whizz was huge, his muscles thick and rock hard. She’d tried to find an ounce of fat on him and yet came away with nothing. He was pure muscle, hard-assed, and she still couldn’t kill him. The other day he’d brought her an e-reader to start downloading books. She’d never been a big reader and so that was left on the cabinet by the door. Books were useless to her. She’d never found pleasure in trying to escape in books.