Chapter Ten

Luc

I never claimed to be a decent man. Hell, if I was being honest, I was a fucking bastard who didn't have two fucks to rub together.

I was self-centered, uncaring, and possibly borderline narcissistic.

I didn't give two shits about what was morally correct.

I did what the fuck I wanted. I didn't care about anything that didn't directly affect my personal interests, my club, or my brothers.

Everything and everyone else could fuck off.

So, for the life of me, I couldn't understand why I was standing in her fucking bedroom watching her sleep. She meant nothing to me. I fucking knew she was more trouble than she was worth. If I had half a fucking brain, I'd have already kicked the bitch and saved myself the aggravation of even being here. Yet, seeing her laying there in the early hours of the morning, sleeping peacefully, a disturbing feeling washed over me. I've been called sadistic before, but what I was thinking of doing was just plain demoralizing, but I knew I was going to do it, anyway.

In that moment, I found myself rooted to the ground, gripping my erect cock in my hand. With a gentle yet firm touch, I savored the sensation of squeezing my testicles and manipulating my lorum piercing. With a slow and deliberate motion, I started a rhythmic massage, prompting my body to release pre-cum in response. I pleasured myself and focused on massaging my cock and balls, and then lightly spread the pre-cum around the glans of my shaft, heightening the sensation. Aiming for amplified pleasure, I devoted my attention to the underside of my cock, stimulating my frenulum using a delicate circular motion with my finger. Occasionally, I gathered a fresh supply of pre-cum to maintain lubrication, relishing the sensation of my hand gliding over my tightly grasped testicles. With my thumb on the upper side and three fingers on the underside, I began a rhythmic stroking motion, gliding my hand up and down my shaft.

With each passing moment, my craving intensified, compelling me to thrust further into my hand, where I steadily grew harder as I silently observed her sleeping form. I couldn't help but notice the alluring contour of her firm ass, perfectly complemented by the graceful indentation from her hip to her petite waist. Her back, devoid of any markings, silently pleaded to be embellished not only with ink but with the sticky residue of my cum, leaving a glossy sheen on her ivory skin. The more I stroked, the more my disturbed intentions grew, fueling my ever-present depraved and perverted thoughts of marking her skin.

My body responded eagerly, and I could feel the hardness and tension building in my cock. The sight of the thick blue veins winding around my shaft was mesmerizing, like a complex labyrinth waiting to be explored. A pleasurable decadence coursed through my pelvic region when I felt my seminal fluid moving into my urethral bulb. It happened in a matter of seconds, but the unmistakable sensation was the first clue that my orgasm quickly approached.

It took me back to my high school years, as I hadn't pleasured myself to completion this swiftly in a long time. Yet, here I stood, my heart pounding in my chest, like an adolescent teen about to embark on an exhilarating adventure. With a firm grip, I cupped my balls, feeling the sensation intensify while I squeezed and stretched my tightening skin, carefully tugging on the barbell of my Hafada piercing. The feeling was both pleasurable and torturous, fueling my desire when I carefully wiped away a droplet of pre-cum from the tip of my cock with my index finger, savoring its flavor on my tongue. My mouth watered as I yearned for the unique taste of my own pre-cum, slightly salty and enticing. Releasing my balls, I continued stroking. My body was throbbing with desire, and I struggled to maintain control and resist the temptation to climax prematurely.

With a renewed sense of vigor, the anticipation of reaching my climax intensified even more.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I guided my hand up my shaft until my thumb rested upon the prominent head of my erect member. Briefly, I went back to the pleasurable act of teasing my frenulum, using a single finger and my pre-cum as a slick and slippery aid. With my fingers positioned underneath and my thumb on top, I intensified the pressure on my cock and began to stroke it with more force.

The anticipation of my orgasm sent a shiver down my spine. I imagined the exquisite immorality of penetrating her tight, wet warmth without her consent. With ease, my hand glided up and down my shaft, reveling in its smooth texture. I carefully used my index finger to spread the pre-cum that flowed out of my slit, making my bulging head glisten with a glossy finish.

With each passing moment, my breathing became deeper and more rapid, completely consumed by the intense debauchery of what I was doing. The mesmerizing sight of her beautiful figure captivated me, leaving me completely entranced. With every touch, my pleasure intensified, building toward an inevitable peak. I sensed the tickling of the fluids moving toward my prostate. Waves of euphoria coursed through me as my orgasm built. The extreme pleasure seemed to consume my entire body.

My head spun with pleasure.

In a split second, I withdrew my hand from my throbbing shaft and exerted some internal pressure, using my pelvic muscles to halt the imminent release of my climax. As I held muscle tension, pleasure and pain, in a dance of denial, pulsed through my body, briefly enveloping me before it gradually receded. I gazed downward and witnessed my rigid cock convulsing with powerful contractions, the same ones that usually accompanied my release, when a wicked notion took hold of me.

Stepping closer to her bed, I could hear the gentle sound of her breathing, rhythmic and steady. With her back toward me, I couldn't help but appreciate her flawless curves, slender legs, and the tantalizing hint of her pink pussy. Under different circumstances, I wouldn't have any reservations about sliding my cock into that fiery, snug gap. Despite my desire, I resisted the urge to touch her until I could reign in my tumultuous thoughts. The moment I stepped into her apartment I felt my last shred of sanity slip away. All that remained was a desperate need for self-preservation.

This bitch was an inconvenience I didn't need.

The sooner I fucked her out of my system, the faster I could clear my head again.

Until I was able to do that, I planned on having a little fun.

The air crackled with a wonderful sense of anticipation as I prepared myself for what I was about to do. Taking a firm grip on my cock again, I resumed stroking, my attention completely fixed on the woman lying in front of me.

With just a few masterful strokes, my pleasure intensified rapidly, and my free hand instinctively cradled my balls, intensifying the sensation. In that moment, my breathing halted, and my body instinctively tightened, causing my pelvic thrusts to become swift and forceful. The overwhelming pleasure consumed my thoughts and senses, centered solely on my cock. I glanced down and noticed a sizable droplet of pre-cum forming on the tip of my erect penis. As I stroked faster, a wave of indescribable pleasure coursed through me. I let out a breath and ejaculated a small stream of cum over her hips. But then, I expertly maneuvered my hand, causing an even more intense sensation that resulted in a forceful release of semen, landing on her back. I jerked my cock rapidly, and with a sudden burst, a white substance shot out from its tip, landing on her back and hips.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her.

I slowed my movements and my cock responded with convulsive contractions, pushing out more semen from the tip. The milky substance slowly trickled down my shaft, gliding over my thumb and collecting at the base. Grinning mischievously, I quickly used my finger to clean it up before bending down next to her.

Without hesitation, I traced her full lips with my finger, leaving behind my cum on her lips, now glistening like lip-gloss.

Standing back up, I admired my work.

Still hard, I tucked my cock back into my pants, before carefully reaching out and spreading my cum into her milky white skin like lotion. I knew I was pushing it, and she could wake up any second, but the thought of her wearing my cum pleased me greatly. When I was done, I reached for the sheet, pooled at her feet, and covered her.

Stepping back, I smiled, blew her a kiss, then walked out of her apartment.

Back at the clubhouse, I sat in a chair with a bottle of whiskey in my hands as I watched Indigo and Saint lecture the fucknut and his buddies.

Okay, it wasn't a lecture. More of a hands-on approach to learning... with fists.

The quiet one was smart.

He caught on really quick and now he sat off to the side. His hands shook, making it hard for him to complete his task while he slid another bullet into the ammo clip.

"Keep going," Trash growled from behind him as the young man nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Trash didn't hesitate, smacking the kid upside the back of the head.

A reminder to shut the fuck up.

However, it was the leader, the one with the mouth and chip on his shoulder, who refused to pay attention.

"I'm going to sue your asses!" the ungrateful little shit screamed, spittle spewing from his mouth as he glared at Indigo. "My father is going to destroy you when he learns what you've done. Do you have any idea who the fuck I am? I have over three million subscribers on TikTok!"

Indigo hauled off and punched the whiney bitch in the mouth, knocking him the fuck out for the time being.

Saint stood in front of his kid, shaking his head in disgust.

"Jesus fuck, and you call yourself a man."

"I'm sorry." The college kid sniffed, snot dripping from his bloody nose.

"Stop apologizing."

"I'm sorry."

Saint threw his hands in the air.

"He's useless. How he reached this age without someone killing him, I'll never know. He just pissed himself and now he's apologizing."

"It's kids these days." Logic sighed, leaning against the wall, looking at his phone like he was bored. "Parents today don't discipline their kids anymore. It's all about making sure their feelings don't get hurt. Fuck, my dad wouldn't think twice before beating my ass if I stepped one foot out of line."

"My mom made me pick a switch from the willow tree in the front yard before she whipped my ass with it," Frost added.

"I told my mom no once," Slash reminisced. "I woke up on the floor a few hours later. I slept through dinner. She made pot roast."

Rolling my eyes, I took a large swallow of my whiskey, my eyes glancing at the kid in the corner as he placed the last bullet on the table into the clip. Picking up the Glock on the table, he inserted the full clip, slamming it home before pulling back on the chamber and loading the first bullet. Then, without being told to, he flipped the gun around, holding it by the barrel, allowing Trash to grab the handle. My brother looked at the kid who stood before him keeping eye contact and nodded, before taking the gun and clicking off the safety.

"I like this one, Prez," Trash spoke. "What is your name, kid?"

"Jude Mikelson."

"You close with fucknut?"

Jude shook his head. "No, sir."

"Then why are you hanging with him?"

"I wasn't. I was only with them to get a ride back to the campus. My bike wouldn't start after I left the local library. I called my brother, but he didn't answer his cell. That's when I saw Chris and Brandon walking to their car, and I asked them for a ride."

Saint looked at the snot-nosed kid who was still quietly crying and asked, "You Chris?"

The sniveling whiner nodded.

"How'd you learn to handle a gun like that?" Trash asked.

"My brother Cyrus was in the Marine Corps. He's now a brother in the Wraith Warriors. He was the one I was trying to call."

That got everyone's attention.

Sitting up, I looked at the kid and groaned. "His name?"

"Acid."

Shaking my head, I looked over at Frost, who was already on the phone calling Wraith.

Another fucking headache I didn't need.

"Trash, take the kid and go get him cleaned up."

"What about me?" the sniveling whiner whimpered.

"Oh, princess, we're just getting started." Saint smiled, and the kid broke out in sobs.

The second Jude was out of the room, Saint wasted no time, grabbing the whiner's hair, yanking his head back. "So, you and fucknut were gonna rape our bartender tonight. That the only way you two can get pussy?"

The kid's eyes widened in fear as he tried unsuccessfully to shake his head. "It wasn't my idea. It was Brandon's. He's pissed she kicked his ass in front of everyone. He wanted to pay that bitch back for what she did."

"And you were going to go along with it."

"No!"

Saint reared back and backhanded the whiner. "I don't believe you."

"I was going to fuck that cunt into submission." Fucknut chuckled, spitting blood onto the floor. "Flaunting that ass of hers. I know what kind of whore she is. My father pays good money for bitches like her. Trash like her should stay in the fucking gutter where she belongs."

Logic moved fast to stop Slash when I slowly stood.

Walking over to the now-dead piece of shit, I leaned close and whispered, "That whore would kill you before you even laid a finger on her. But since she isn't here, and I am…"

Standing to my full height, I reached for my gun, pointed it at the fucker's head and pulled the trigger. The back of his head exploding with what little brain matter he had, now coating the wall behind him.

The whiner next to him screamed bloody murder until he fucking pissed his pants again before passing out.

Shaking my head, I headed for the door, muttering, "Kids."

Heading to the bar, I spotted Jude sitting at a table as Trash handed him an icepack for his face. Looking at Mouth, I ordered, "Have a pleb take the trailer and go to the library. There is a bike that needs to be picked up."

"Keys?"

"Jude!" I shouted while the kid quickly got to his feet.

"Yes, Prez."

"Keys. Now."

I didn't have to wait as he immediately dug into his pants, grabbed his bike's keys, and threw them at me. Catching them, I placed them on the bar. Mouth picked up the keys just as one of the Plebs named Pyle walked in the front door.

"Perfect timing." Mouth smiled, throwing the keys at the young recruit. "Go to the library and pick up a bike."

"Library ain't got bikes, Mouth. Only books."

Shaking my head, I leaned against the bar while Mouth lost his shit. Pyle wasn't all there in the head. We all knew that. Also known as Pauly McCoy, the kid was barely legal to drink, let alone breathe. But he'd served and that made him one of us. Like most of the brothers, Pauly saw some action downrange that quickly ended his military career when an IED blast damn near killed him. Poor kid would never hold down a nine-to-five job. Hell, he barely functioned here, but we didn't hold that against him. Kid was good with the simple stuff and fucking deadly as hell when push came to shove. He was one of Logic's recruits and patients. In fact, all the brothers spent time on Logic's couch talking about shit they didn't want to remember.

Me included, only I couldn't remember the last time I visited his couch.

Sitting at the bar, Frost walked over.

"Wraith asked us to hold the kid for a few days."

Nodding, I whistled to Trash. "Show Jude a room. He's bunking with us until his brother shows."

One problem fixed.

"Also got a call from that damn detective again. She's flying out and wants to meet with Ivy."

Fuck me. I knew that cop wouldn't walk away. When I got my hands on Slash, I was going to beat his ass for bringing that crazy bitch into my life. No drama, my ass.

"Have Slash make the arrangements. Away from the clubhouse."

Frost nodded.

Problem two fixed.

"One more thing," Frost carefully said, gauging my reaction.

Growling, I muttered, "What?"

Frost looked at Mouth who nodded before walking out the front door, only to reappear moments later with Hannibal escorting a Los Santana into my club.

"Lucifer Hawk?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"A messenger."

"Then give me the message and get the fuck out of my club."

"Miguel Chavarria wants a meeting."

Getting to my feet, I simply said, "No."

"Don't have a choice."

Now, that put a smile on my face.

Looking at the fucker, I glared. "I always have a choice."

"My Prez said you meet with him, or he will declare war, starting with your son and his family in Purgatory."

Frost was standing before I could blink as Agony appeared at my side.

"It's simple. Meet with my Prez and your problems go away. Refuse and he will kill your son, rape his wife, and send your granddaughter back to you in a trash bag. You have twenty-four hours to schedule the meet," the soon-to-be-dead man said, placing a small piece of paper on the bar. "He's waiting for your call."