Chapter 6

Dom

Ididn't sleep last night because I couldn't take my eyes off of Tillie. My skin tightened in fear at just the thought of her disappearing on me, never seeing her again. I've never been a man that fears much, but the thought of waking up one day and Tillie not being here… it makes my heart race in terror. It also makes me want to destroy everything that could harm her and kill anyone that looks at her sideways. I'm only twenty-four years old, but with this worry about her life, I'll be lucky to make it to thirty.

"The guys are blowing up my phone. I'm giving them your address, and I would expect them to be here within an hour or less," Dalton grumbles into Tillie's neck, shifting closer to her back and taking a deep breath of her intoxicating scent before pulling away.

I understand the feeling.

"I already figured. We can't seem to stay away from her, can we?" I ask him but stare down at Tillie's sleeping face, smoothing out her furrowed brow with the tip of my finger.

What are you dreaming about, Mama, to cause such stress in your sleep?

"I have to say, I didn't see her coming, but I can't not see her in my life," Dalton says, heaving a big sigh before unwrapping his arms from around her and quietly climbing out of my bed. She doesn't wake but scoots closer to me, burrowing her face into my neck and throwing her thigh over my hip. Her hot breath warms my neck and I squeeze her more into my side, never wanting to go anywhere that she isn't. "I'm going to see if I can find some coffee and food for her. She gets hangry in the morning." Dalton chuckles, pulling on his shirt and looking back once more like he's tempted to climb back into bed with her, but instead, shakes his head while walking out of my bedroom.

I can't help but laugh softly under my breath because I'm the one who gets to hold my queen for a little longer. This is what peace feels like. Having her in my house, warming my bed, right by my side, just as the sun is rising.

I want this every morning.

Tillie, at that moment, lets out a groan and takes a deep inhale against my neck while running her soft hand up and down the hard muscles of my stomach. My cock has been hard all night, aching desperately to fill my queen with every single inch. It pulses and twitches with her exploring hands, but I ignore it because she doesn't need me jumping her like a starved man.

Even when I've never been hungrier.

"How do you smell so good? I bet you're the type of man who doesn't have morning breath," Tillie mumbles with a raspy voice before pulling back to look me in the eyes.

Her hair is a disheveled mess around her face as she squints her brown eyes, turning them a light brown with the sunlight shining through the windows.

"You're magnificent, Mama," I breathe out, taken by her beauty and in awe of how this woman is in my bed.

"Stop! It's too early for your smooth-talking." She groans but leans down to kiss my pec with a small smile.

"How are you feeling?" I ask softly, swiping the hair out of her eyes, and pushing it behind her ear as she glances under her lashes at me.

"Honestly?" She chews her lip, as if she's worried about whatever's on her mind.

"Always." I hold her stare, letting her know she can tell me anything and I'll never think less of her.

"I'm so angry… No, I'm furious. If you handed me a gun right now, you wouldn't be able to stop me from charging headfirst into the lion's den. I'll kill all those gang members and leave Cruz for last, just to make his death very fucking slow." Tillie's gaze burns with a fiery passion, her nails digging into my stomach before she blows out a frustrated breath. "I'm also hungry and horny. Unbelievably horny."

"Yes, to everything," I promise her, loving how her eyes grow wide as I clasp my hands under her arms and pull her fully on top of me.

I grunt as her warm pussy settles right over my stiff cock, only a thin layer separating us. Her lips part, eyes dilating, and her hair creates a curtain around us that blocks out everything else except me and her.

"You going to make me feel good, Papi?" she purrs, ghosting her soft lips along my jaw as her hand grips my throat in a possessive hold until my head tips back and she bites down on my chin.

"Don't you know by now, Mama? I'd give you anything. Name it and it's yours." I clench her ass in my hands, squeezing both cheeks and massaging as she lets out a low moan.

"Can you make me forget for a little while? Give me that, please? I feel like I'll die if I don't have you inside me right now," she confesses as she rocks her pussy over my hard cock, making it almost painful.

I don't think I've ever been this hard before. It's like all my blood has rushed straight to my cock, leaving my head empty for once. All I want is to feel her soft skin gliding against mine, her sweet scent the only thing I can breathe in. In the past, I would have been already pounding into the woman without any questions, but this is my queen. She's been through too much shit, and I don't want her to think all I want from her is sex. I'll cuddle her, worship at her feet if she wants, and give her anything she needs while ignoring my raging cock that's demanding to slide into her heat. When a man knows that he's found the one, the woman that fits into his side like a puzzle piece while feeling complete, he can wait a lifetime for her, as long as she ends up with my name on her skin in the end. I look into her beautiful, brown gaze and can see coming home to her every night, those pain-filled eyes shifting into happiness that I intend to make sure stays there. Women have come and gone, I'm not a saint, but not one of them compares to Tillie. Not one.

"I don't want to hurt you—" I start to say, stroking my thumb along her cheekbone, but she cuts me off with a hard shake of her head.

"You won't. Dom, I want you. It's that simple. If we met in another world, one that wasn't filled with violence, I'd still be here. Right where I'm supposed to be." She bites my bottom lip and tugs but lets out a yelp as I flip our position until I'm on top.

"I'm going to love you, Tillie. I'll give you everything, even when you don't know what you need. You're my fucking queen, and I know who's going to be warming my bed at night. It's always going to be you." My voice comes out gruff, every ounce of my being on fire for this feisty, passionate woman.

She grips my hair, yanking my head down until our lips crash together in a kiss that could set the bed on fire. My lips glide over hers as I grab her thigh, giving it a squeeze before pulling her leg up and over, right above my ass. She makes pleased little whimpers as I kiss the corner of her luscious lips, slowly dragging my tongue to the indent in the middle of her lips and biting down. The moment she gasps, I slide my tongue past her parted lips and stroke along hers with little flicks. I'm basically fucking her mouth, the same way I'm going to fuck her sweet pussy.

"Dom," she moans, rocking her hips up to rub against my cock, making me grit my teeth at how good her warm, wet pussy feels.

Her eyes drift down, lips parted as she looks between us to see my cock slipping out from the top of my black boxers. Only a thin layer separates me from plunging into her slick pussy. I groan, leaning my forehead against hers as we watch her panties grow wetter and wetter after each slide of my cock. The fabric has a very dark, wet spot of blood, and I can see her pussy lips sticking to the damp material. I'm practically salivating to be inside her.

"If it's not your thing when I'm on my period—" My head whips up and her cheeks instantly turn a blush pink.

"Not my thing? Mama, I'll suck the fucking soul out of your pretty pussy, blood and all." I grin wickedly, watching her eyes dilate once more and widen with desire.

I lean back on my haunches between her silky, parted thighs, starting to tug down the boxers I loaned her last night until her hand stops me. My eyes drag up from her perfectly pink pussy lips, connecting with her suddenly shy gaze. She bites her bottom lip until it's red and I'm intrigued with where her thoughts are as I stroke my thumb over her hip bone, trying to soothe her.

"Dom…" she says in a breathless sigh and stares up at me from under her lashes.

"Tillie?" I smile softly, leaning down to kiss her knee as I hold her gaze.

"Can we try something? I… I don't know if I can go through with it, but I need to try. I can't have this memory in my head, tarnished by Cruz forever. I want to feel good, and you said you'd make love to me." She looks away and takes a deep breath, as if trying to gather her courage.

"You can ask me for anything. We can try whatever you want and stop immediately if we need to," I reassure her, wondering what she's going to ask for.

When her gaze returns to me, she pushes me back and sits up. She crawls on her knees in the middle of the bed before grabbing my biceps to steady herself.

"Can you, um… Jesus. Can we try anal?" she quickly asks, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

It takes every single restraint in my muscles to not grab her and toss her around like a ragdoll, giving all the rough pleasure upon her sinful body.

Think, Dom. Don't mess this up, and for God's sake, control your dick.

"Yeah, we can do that, but only if you're sure," I say roughly after clearing my throat, stroking her arms up and down, feeling them tremble in my hands as her body shivers.

"I'm positive. I want the bad erased and replaced by all the good memories I make with you and the guys." She pleads with me to understand with her big, brown eyes and leans forward to kiss my chest, right over my pounding heart.

I grab her face as she pulls back and kiss her lips gently, slowly, until she's moaning into my mouth.

"You say stop and we stop, okay?" I release a deep breath, staring into her lust-filled yet wary gaze. She nods her head and grabs the hem of the shirt she wore to bed, pulling it over her head. Her long, brown hair trails over her shoulders until she shakes her head, and her full, sexy-as-hell breasts with tight, puckered nipples are exposed under my darkening gaze. Goose bumps pebble across her skin as I skim my index finger down her neck, past her collarbone, and drag it almost lazily back and forth on top of her breasts. "Do you know how beautiful you are? Every time I look at you, it feels as if you reached into my body and grasped my lungs, taking all my oxygen. You're fucking stunning, Mama, and I plan on telling you that every day." My voice comes out deep and gravelly, meaning every goddamn word.

"Make me feel you for days, Dom." She tips her head back with a whimper of pleasure as I leisurely stroke her breast, moving closer and closer to her nipple until the pad of my thumb rubs over her hard bud.

Without a word, I wrap my arm around her waist, arching her back as I lean down and roll her nipple with my tongue. This is heaven, and she tastes so fucking good that I could keep sucking and licking her for hours without growing tired. The noises coming out of her mouth are intoxicating to me, so sinfully delicious that I never want to stop. I'm already obsessed with her, and this is just making me feel more unhinged than I already am when it comes to her. I suck her breast into my mouth as much as I can, nipping at her silky skin while flicking her nipple with my tongue. Pulling back from her, she cries out in dismay, causing me to chuckle darkly and flip her around before she can say anything.

"Spread your legs for me and do as I say, okay?" I whisper in her ear, moving down because I can't help myself with her looking so tempting. My lips lock on her neck, nipping at her skin as I move her hair out of my way. She moans loudly and shifts on the bed until her legs are wide enough for my knees to fit between her parted thighs. I slide my hand around the back of her neck and sink my fingers up into her hair, grabbing tight. My other hand skims down her naked back until my palm presses on the flat of her spine, right above her ass. Her back arches as I tug her hair into my fist, placing a kiss on her lip before lowering her down until her head is on the mattress and her ass is up in the air. "Fuck," I rasp, my eyes on her bubbly ass, gliding down her smooth ass crack that's winking at me to take her.

I know this is a vulnerable position, not knowing what I'm going to do with her, but I'll do everything I can to prove to her that I'd never hurt her. She's safe in my care. I slide my hand away from her back, lowering until my fingertips graze her hole, watching it tighten at my light touch before I move on. My other hand clenches in her long hair, trying to control the rage that sweeps through my body. It's faint and small, but if you look at the tissue surrounding her asshole closely, you can see the scarring. That kind of scarring is placed there by force. I'm going to murder everyone in that fucking motorcycle club, even the ones that didn't touch her. Everyone is guilty for never stopping the pain she's had to go through. My gaze can't help but drag up to her left shoulder where the worst of her scarring is. The bumpy skin of his initials. I loosen my fist slightly as I notice how tense her body is, and when I look at her face turned sideways on the bedding, her eyes are closed.

"Mama, would you let me brand you here one day?" I try to keep my voice calming, but I know anger is seeping through.

Her eyes pop open as she twists her head to look at me over her shoulder. So much trust and yet there's fear in her brown gaze. It warms my chest, knowing she is placing her body in my care, even if she's scared of the unknown. This woman.

Fuck. She ruins me. She could destroy my whole world, and I'd let her with a smile on my face.

Mine.

"Brand?" she questions, her brows drawn together in confusion before understanding hits as my gaze narrows in on her shoulder. "Oh." That's all she says, her thighs trembling against mine as she stares at me with a look I can't fully read. "With what?" she asks finally, spreading her arms out in front of her, which only causes her lower back to arch more as she fists the comforter.

"I'm a possessive man, Tillie. I'd want my mark on your skin so everyone knows you're mine, but I want something meaningful to you also." I tell her the truth, and that makes me wonder if I'm no better than fucking Cruz.

"Would you let me mark you too?" Her voice comes out hesitant, her eyes glittering with unshed tears.

"I'd let you brand me a thousand times and wear it with pride so every fucker can see who I belong to." She breathes hard, her big, brown eyes dilating with lust at the thought of having her name forever marked on my skin.

"He's not the only one, little bitch. I know Tey has been itching to tattoo your name somewhere on his body. I, for one, would be happy to have you tattoo Tillie leading down to my dick," Dalton drawls from the bedroom door, lifting his shirt as we look over at him leaning against the doorjamb.

I knew the asshole had been standing there for five minutes. It's not hard to see he has a thing for watching. He runs his hand over the hard lines of his pelvis with a shit-eating grin and gives Tillie a wink as she giggles.

"You're all crazy, but I think I would like that." She bites her lip, glancing out the corner of her eye as if she's gauging my mood about him being in here.

I had some time to think about it, and if she cares for them, I'll make sure each of these fuckers stays alive to keep her happy. It brings me some peace knowing that she has men that love her, protecting her when I'm not around.

"Have a seat, Dalton." I leave that order hanging in the air between us, noticing Tillie's breath growing heavy, and wet slick sliding down her thighs that also coats my own.

I can't look away from her, soaking in every moment of her naked in my arms, but I can hear Dalton walk across my room and pull the corner chair closer to the bed until he has the perfect view of Tillie's whole body from the side.

"Need some lube, my brother?" Dalton asks in a serious tone, and I quickly glance over at him with my brow raised to see he's not joking.

Looks like I'm not the only one accepting what we can't control. Him calling me brother is a step in a direction where I know Tillie is going to have five men at her beck and call.

"Top drawer." I nod my head towards the bedside table next to him and turn my attention back down to see my queen wriggling in her position, growing sensitive at having two men gazing at her every movement.

The lube lands next to me, but before I start coating my cock in the slippery lubricant, I want my girl ready. It's going to hurt at first. I'm not small, and it's going to be a tight fit pushing into her ass. Reaching above her shoulder, I grab two of my fluffy pillows and slide my hand under her lower belly.

"Lift those hips for me, Mama." I help her rise up slightly and lay both pillows on top of each other under her spread thighs. "Back down."

I slowly drag my hand out from under her, skimming along her soft skin before resting both of my hands on her hips.

"Why did you put the pillows—" She gasps as I rock her hips in my grip, back and forth on top of the pillows.

I know her clit is grazing against the soft material, causing friction until I'm making her hump the pillow. When I glance down between our bodies, a light pink mark shows on the white fabric, letting me know she's not bleeding too heavily. I don't care if she makes a mess all over my fucking bed. I'll buy a new set of sheets then.

"Feel good, baby?" Dalton asks her as she turns her head to watch him, the sound of his zipper lowering ringing loudly throughout the room.

"I need more," she whimpers, letting out a shaky breath.

Releasing her right hip, I reach down for the lube and pop the cap. The moment I pour it between her ass cheeks, she exhales loudly at the cold sensation as it slides down her crack and mixes with her glistening, wet pussy as she soaks the pillow. I take a moment to gaze at her now shiny ass, wondering how the fuck I got so lucky by ending up with this brave, amazing woman.

I don't know what the hell I've done in life to deserve Tillie wanting me, after doing so many bad things over the years, but I know when I see a good thing in front of me.

I'm not going to let her slip through my fucking fingers, and I'll die trying to keep her by my side.