Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

A delina

“I vote no clothes for the duration of our stay at Snow Lake.” Saint’s throaty voice approached from behind me. “Starting now.”

His hands grasped the hem of my sweatshirt, ready to pull it over my head. “We’re going for a walk this morning.”

One of his thick eyebrows shot up. “We?”

“You can’t keep me chained to that bed naked all day,” I teased.

“I can’t?”

I rolled my eyes, throwing a long-sleeved thermal at him. “Look, amigo , as much as I like seeing you and your tattoos like a walking, talking work of art, I’m gonna get fat if I don’t move around a little.”

“Mmm, I like you curvy.” He tossed the shirt over his head and came for me, hands at my waist and yanking me into his hard body. I almost fell into him, lost my head and my heart all over again. But instead, I pushed his big body away.

“Just a quick walk. A little fresh air.”

He narrowed an eye at me, pouting like a little boy. Made me love him even more. “Fine.”

I laughed when he yanked his jeans up his powerful thighs, following hot on my ass as I headed back for the kitchen.

“Can a guy get some coffee before you make me leave the house?”

“You might be the whiniest man I’ve ever met.”

“Ha!” He laughed, catching me at my waist and hauling me up into his arms. A burst of cold air hit my lungs when he threw open the door, walking out onto the front porch and tossing me squarely into a giant snowbank. “How you feelin’ now?”

“Like you’re just asking for a snowball in the face.”

He shook his head, reaching out a hand to help me up, before I held on tight and yanked him down with me. A giant plume of snow clouded around us, causing giggles to erupt from my throat.

His hands were on my waist a second later, lips attached to mine before we were making out again. “If we don’t stop now, we won’t be doing any walking at all.”

“Is that so bad?”

“Oh, how the bossy have changed their tune.” He pulled me off my ass, snow cascading around us.

“If I didn’t force you out of the house, you would still have me tied up as your sex slave in there!”

“And?” Saint grabbed his heavy boots from the porch and pulled them on, catching my hand with his and placing a kiss on the knuckles.

“You just like to fight with me.”

“You’re gorgeous when you’re angry.”

I shook my head, his compliment stealing the breath from my lungs, just how he’d meant it to.

“When I was little, my brothers would tease me relentlessly, then call me Angry Addy when I cried.” The memory was bitter on my lips.

“Are you close with them?” Saint asked.

I shook my head, swallowing the emotion in my throat when he took my hand, walking us down the forest pathway toward the lake. “They moved out when I was young, and after we lost our parents, they only started coming around again when Abuela grew sicker—and I was the one handling the money. Not that there was much. But I refused to let them take any of it when I had things like rice and milk that I had to buy to survive.” I paused, for the first time, the memory of the night I was taken washing over me.

“I don't remember much about that night. My brothers had come over for dinner, were sweet-talking Abuela like always. I was staying with a friend, but I tried to have dinner with her as much as I could.” I shook my head. “There wasn’t much to do in my small country village. Kids had nowhere to spend their time, no places to work. The cartel knew that, and they used it to their advantage when they came in. They offered so much money, Vilurique didn’t have a chance.”

His hand tightened in mine as we paused under a giant evergreen limb, snow only dusting the ground under out boots. “This looks like Narnia.”

I smiled, remembering the words my grandmother used to read to me in bed at night.

“Wait a minute. What are you saying about your brothers?”

I paused, heart chugging to a halt in my chest. My palms tingled with awareness. I’d never said the words out loud. And if he hadn’t have caught me, I probably would have left them unsaid.

I turned, pain shooting behind my eyes as I remembered the rest of that night.

“I think my brothers slipped something into my drink the night I was taken. I fell asleep on the couch, and they left. The next thing I remember is waking up in the back of a pickup, a bumpy road up into the mountains, and bales of hay stacked high around me. I never saw anyone in my family again, and I wasn’t even sure how far I was from home. Had I been out for an hour? Eight hours? How long was that truck ride? I don’t even know. I woke up starving, and before they let me out, they forced a blindfold around my eyes. I had no idea where I was, no way to get in touch with anyone. I don’t know what they thought I would do, and it didn’t matter anyway because I was only there one night before I was loaded on to the semi with dozens of other women.”

Saint’s hands clutched at mine, eyes wide as his chest puffed in and out with the anger vibrating through him.

“It was the semi Ryker was driving. God was looking out for me that day. I don't know how Ryker did it, and I remember he spoke perfect Spanish.” I shook my head, smile dancing across my lips as I remembered how I’d thought that my savior came in the package of a six-foot-five biker.

“Ryker never talked about that night.”

“He doesn’t want to get anyone in trouble.”

Saint nodded, taking in everything I’d said. “You think your brothers would ever come looking for you?”

“Only if the cartel funds it. My brothers will never leave Vilurique. I feel bad for them.”

“If they step foot over the border, I’ll kill them myself.”

I grinned, so thankful I’d found my way into this man's arms. “Cool it, John Wayne. I'll be just fine.”

“I want you more than fine.” He pulled me against his lips, a hand going down the back of my pants and slipping beneath my underwear. “I want you so wrung out and wet and desperate for me you promise to be my wife.”

Saint didn’t allow me a reply, only covered my lips with his, sliding me up against the side of a slab of granite and winding my legs around his waist.

“I need you right now, Adelina. Need the reminder that you’re safe. We’re connected. What you went through was hell, but that’s in the past. There’s no revisiting.” He kissed down my neck. “There’s only this moment.”

I arched against him, heard the slow zip of his jeans before his silky cock was sliding along the seam of my panties. He grunted, shoving the fabric away, and then he pushed inside me. A slow groan burned past his lips as our mouths crashed and we burned up together, a ball of flames burning in a midnight sky.

“You’re all I need,” he whispered, fingertips working at the nub of my clit as he sucked at the flesh under my ear. “Long as I have you, I know all is fucking right in the world.”

Tears welled behind my eyelids, happy, ecstatic tears of joy as he worked my body into a frenzy and melded my soul with his a little more with each moment that passed.

“Can’t say I know much about love, but I know I want you more than my next breath. If that’s not love, not sure what is.” His hand wrapped around my neck, cradling me close as our lips connected.

“Yes,” I murmured, lost to him.

His thrusts sped up, one hand holding my hip tight against him as he hammered my body, battering me with his beautiful cock, the world around us melting away.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathed, powerful thighs holding him steady as his cock twitched and then shot off inside me.

His hand worked at my ass, teeth nipping at my neck as shivers of pleasure sent decadent bursts of lust barreling through my vision, shooting stars to every point of sight.

“ Dios mio , Saint,” I hummed, riding the delicious waves of orgasm as they unfurled inside me.

He nuzzled against my neck, licking at a bead of sweat that had settled there. A flock of ducks shattered our bubble, landing on an open stretch of water off in the distance.

We both turned, eyes trained on the group of birds, before Saint’s arms at my waist tightened.

“Ouch,” I said, squirming away from his touch.

“Shh.” He pressed a hand across my mouth. “There’s someone watching us.”