Ruined (Devil’s Handmaidens MC Alaska Chapter #3)

Chapter 4

FOUR

FRENCHIE

I t’s been a month since I started staying with Dylan. I’ve got a couple changes of clothes there now, and it almost feels like I’ve moved in. Tonight, we are having Vixen and Terry over for dinner.

I push the cart through the store, scanning the shelves for the ingredients I need to make tarte Tatin , the French dessert I learned to make years ago. Skyler is walking beside me, jabbering away about what she learned in school this past week. I just picked her up from Tae Kwon Do. Ryder is in the cart, playing with the canned foods I’m buying to stock up the pantry.

We turn the corner, and my cart slams into someone.

“Oh my God, I’m so sor—” The words die in my throat, choked by the rush of panic setting in. I look up, and my blood runs cold. The crazed brown eyes I prayed I’d never see again are locked on mine. Wilder stands before me, scruffier and older than I remember, but I’ll never forget him. I remember every time he hurt me. He didn’t rape me, but he beat me, and he’s the one who stabbed me. I feel a sharp tingle in my side, where his knife once sank into me, as if the wound is still fresh.

“Well, hello, sweet Minuet. Who is this little lovely?” His cigarette-roughened voice sends a shiver down my spine.

Instinctively, I push Sky behind me and step between him and the cart. I’m so close to him I can smell his sour, sweaty body, and I almost gag. My hand starts to itch, and I realize I want to stab him, just like he did me.

“They are no one. Go away.” My voice quivers, but I stand as tall as I can, my five-foot-four frame made a little taller by the three-inch heeled boots I’m wearing.

He looks down at me and smiles, revealing his rotting teeth.

“Now, is that any way to talk to me, bitch?” he growls, and I hear Sky whimper behind me. I need to get the kids out of here. Now.

Before I can make a move, he grabs my arm and pulls me close. My hands shoot up to push away from him. Just as I’m about to reach into my jacket for my gun, he leans down, his foul breath hot on my ear.

“Walk away. Meet me in Anchorage next week, or I’ll kill them…and that man you’ve taken up with.”

My heart stops, and tears burn at the back of my eyes. He knows about Dylan and will kill him.

“I can’t. I need more time.”

“You have a week. Call me.” He slips a piece of paper into the cleavage of my top, and then he’s gone.

“Who was that?” Sky asks, and I look down at her. I’m about to ask her to do something I might regret.

“You can’t tell anyone you saw him,” I say and hold up my pinkie. “Promise me.”

“But he was scary. My dad or Uncle Dylan can take care of him. Even Uncle Reaper could take care of him. My mom and Jinx could do it too.”

Sky’s voice is matter-of-fact. She’s so sure of herself, and them. Ever since she saw her mother fight to save their lives, she’s talked about how her mom is the best fighter, and how she wants to fight like her too.

“No, Little Bear.” I shake my head. “You need to keep this promise for me.” She doesn’t know what he said to me because he whispered it.

She finally wraps her pinkie around mine and swears not to tell. I lift Ryder out of the cart and leave it right there. I’ll make something else for dessert.

When I drop them off, I don’t stick around for Riddler to question me. Once I’m alone, I pull the slip of paper from my bra and look at the phone number. I know what I need to do.

I won’t jeopardize my new family. I send a quick text, telling Wilder I’ll meet him in Anchorage next week.

In the month since I’ve been staying with Dylan, we still haven’t fully made love. We’ve done so much more, though. We’ve gone down on each other. I loved tasting him, and now I won’t ever be able to do that again.

I have to walk away and take care of Wilder. I’ll be breaking the law by killing him. Dylan is a cop, and he won’t be able to just ignore that. I also can’t let my Handmaiden family suffer from my decision, so I have to walk away from all of them.

By the time I enter the house through the utility room, my mind is made up. I’m going to seduce Dylan tonight so I can make love to him once before I end us.

D inner goes well, but I think everyone suspects there is something wrong with me. I can’t hide the pain I’m feeling. The fear that Wilder will come after them. That if I’m not strong enough to kill him, he’ll come back here and take them anyway.

“Honey, are you okay?” Vixen asks from behind me, and for once, I don’t jump. I turn around with a fake smile plastered on my face.

“Just worried about my classes. I have a big midterm before spring break next week.”

“Okay,” she says, hesitant, as if she doesn’t believe me.

I pull her in for a hug, knowing this will be the last time I get to hold her. The weight of it hits me, and I feel the tears start to burn at the back of my eyes. When I pull away, I force a smile and head for the bathroom, where I wash my face so she doesn’t know.

When they finally leave, Dylan is moving around the living room. “Want to watch a movie, baby doll?”

I take him all in. His six-foot lanky frame, the way his blond hair falls over his forehead, and those eyes that remind me of a clear blue sky. My breath catches as I move closer to him and take his hand in mine.

“No. I don’t want to watch television.” I turn and lead him to the bedroom.

“Baby doll.” His voice has a gruffness to it that makes me shiver.

Once inside the room, I turn and drop to my knees in front of him. I reach for his belt and pull it free, dropping it to the floor. I look up at him as my hands move to the button of his jeans.

“I want you, Dylan. I want us to go all the way tonight.”

“Baby doll, are you sure?”

“I’m surer of this than anything else in my life.” The statement is so true.

I unfasten the button, then slowly lower his zipper. His cock is pressed to his boxers. As soon as I move the heavy material of his jeans, it enlarges more. I curl my fingers around the waistband of his boxers and his jeans and pull them both down at the same time. His cock springs forward and is in my face.

Leaning in, I brush a soft kiss against the tip, then lick up the small pearl of precum leaking out. Using one hand, I wrap it around the base while I suck the tip into my mouth until it goes to the back of my throat. My fist moves in rhythm with my mouth as I give him head. I want him crazy and not thinking about hurting me. Just taking me.

“Baby doll,” he growls as his hands move to my hair and try to slow me down.

The bite of pain from his grip causes my core to spasm, and my eyes flare wide as I look up at him. I’ve never craved pain while we fooled around before, but this time, I want it. I need to feel alive before I could possibly die.

He pulls harder on my hair, and I release his cock and cry out.

“Get your sweet ass up here,” he orders me, and I stand up. “You have too many clothes on, baby doll.”

His pulls my sweater off, then his hands move to the front clasp of my bra. My B cup breasts are heavy with need, wanting his mouth on them. I unhook my jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving me in my thong. He lifts me up, and I wrap around his body.

Dylan

I ’ve been waiting for her to say she wants to take the next step. This probably explains her mood tonight. Maybe she was worried about me accepting her. I’ve seen the scars they weren’t able to fix, but nothing turns me on more than her sweet ass body.

She ramped me up so much that I’m not in the mood to have a taste right now. I need to be buried inside her tight sheath. I can feel the heat from her pussy as I move to the bed and drop her onto the mattress. I rip her panties from her body, adding to the tally I owe her from shredding them every time I get her naked.

She pulls me down, wanting me just as much and as fast as I want her. Her legs open, giving me a glimpse of her pretty pink center. My mouth waters, but my cock jumps and demands his turn.

I wrap around her body and roll us, positioning her on top.

“You take it as fast as you want. If I do it, I’m going to slam in and make you mine.” My voice quivers with desire.

“I want you so bad, Dylan.” She slides her core across my aching cock.

I reach down and hold it up for her. She rises up and kisses her opening against my tip. A jet of precum shoots from my cock as she slides down a bit more. I’ve shot my cum into her so many times that we finally had to have the conversation. She told me she got on the pill not too long after she was rescued, and she takes it religiously. I was hoping my sperm would anchor inside her and get her pregnant, but I know she’s not ready for that.

She slowly slides down my length, stopping every so often for her body to accommodate to my size. When her ass is finally pressed to my thighs, and I can feel my cock kissing her cervix, I lose all control. I roll us and pull one of her legs over my arm, then I pull out and push back in. I keep the strokes steady and rhythmic. She’s moaning and thrashing her head around. Her little hands grip my sides, and her nails bite into my flesh.

“I need more,” she begs, and that’s all I need.

I start slamming in and out of her. The bed shakes, and the dogs start barking from the other room. But I only have focus on my woman and her desire. I’m ready to orgasm, but she’s not there yet. I pull out and slide down to her pussy, where I lick up the mess we’ve made of her body. Her back bows when I suck her clit into my mouth, and I’m up and over her again. She goes off like a rocket and screams my name as I slam into her core. I move a few more times, and she comes again as I finally come deep inside of her. When I fall over her body, sweat is dripping from both of us, and I kiss her sweet lips.

“I love you.” I can’t stop the words, and tears immediately appear in her eyes. “You don’t have to say it back. I know you might need more time.”

“Dylan, I?—”

I press a finger to her lips. I don’t want her to feel forced to say it just because I did.

“It’s okay.” I lean down and move my finger and kiss her deeply.

I take from her until my cock comes to life again. This time I make love to her slowly, and when her tears are there still, I wish I hadn’t said anything. But her eyes are telling me everything her lips aren’t ready to say.

As I carry her to the shower, she has a faraway look in her eyes.

“Minuet, I’m sorry I said that, but I couldn’t stop the words from coming out if I wanted to.”

She presses her fingers to my lips. “Dylan, know this, never doubt it, I love you too.”

She doesn’t look happy to say those words. And the way she said it, about doubting, makes me want to question her, but she distracts me and we end up making love on the bench in the shower.

I fall into an exhausted sleep. A couple of hours later, the dogs bark, but I don’t get up. I roll over and settle back into sleep.