TORTURE ME: The Bandits MC Page 19

  “Yeah, you take that cock so well. You take it so fucking good,” Gage grunted, thrusting his hips up to create maximum penetration. “So tight, baby, so fucking nice and tight and hot and wet. So perfect.”

  “Mmm, unngh,” Fiona groaned, bringing one hand forward to press down on Gage’s chest for traction as she bounced up and down furiously on his cock. “Yeah, baby, that thick…juicy…cock….yes….fuck!”

  The frantic up-and-down motions of their fucking were stimulating her clitoris, making her heat up in between her legs, feeling like she contained a massive nuclear bomb inside of her that was ready to blow at any second.

  The next moment, Gage grabbed her by the waist and flipped them over, pulling out before manhandling Fiona so that she was facing the away from him. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, okay?” he asked, shoving in right as Fiona nodded in response.

  Fiona bent her spine back, trying to achieve the best possible angle to get Gage’s dick in deeper than she’d ever felt it before. Once she got comfortable, leaning her elbows down on a pillow to keep her weight up, she began thrusting her ass back onto Gage’s dick, starting up a rhythm that he matched with his own hips. “Faster,” she demanded, moving her hips back and forth, back and forth, feeling the head of his cock brush up against her clit on every stroke. The heat between her legs was getting more and more intense, almost burning her, but she wanted more of it. She needed it so badly that she felt like she was going to fucking flip out if she didn’t get it right now.

  “Yeah, baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. You’re such a good fucking girl. My good girl,” Gage said as he shoved in deeper, twirling his hips around in circles to brush the head of his cock against all the right spots inside of her. Unlike before, it felt right being called a good girl, hearing those words spoken in Gage’s reassuring, comforting voice. He was so confident, so secure in the knowledge that Fiona was good, that she deserved to feel good. It made her feel warm in several places at once.

  “Ugh, you’re so hot, so fucking hot,” Fiona said, the words spilling out of her automatically as soon as they popped into her head. She couldn’t stop talking. Years ago, she used to be quiet during sex, letting Gage do his thing without getting too worked up over it. But as she got older, she got mouthy and feisty, telling him what to do and informing him whenever he hit the right spots. “Ugh, yes, that’s right. That’s right, baby. Do it to me. Fucking do it. Yeaaaaah.”

  “You like that, don’t you? You like being fucked doggy style, hmm?” Gage asked, leaning over her body to lick his way from the base of her neck to the middle of her back, following her spine down. When she didn’t answer right away, he began to use his teeth, running a sharp line of sensation up from her back to her ear, biting down on the lobe until she squealed and squirmed underneath him.

  “I do. I do. I fucking like it. I fucking love it. I love it when you fuck me dirty. I love it when you fuck me rough. Give it to me harder. Give me everything you’ve got,” she demanded, but Gage must have remembered that she teased him earlier because he suddenly slowed down, pumping in and out at a torturously slow pace, brushing up against her inflamed clit before sinking back inside of her on every stroke.

  “You want me to speed up, baby? You want me to fuck you hard?” Gage asked teasingly, reaching around the front of Fiona’s body to find her clit, playing with it using his thumb and forefinger. “Huh? Is that what you fucking want?”

  “Oh, God, yes, yes!” Fiona cried out, thrusting her hips back and forth, feeling more and more sweat collect under her knees and arms. “Please, I want it. I want it so fucking bad. I need it, baby. I need your fucking cock, so deep inside of me. I need you to spread me open. Just fucking fuck me, dammit, please!”

  Gage laughed, a sweet, light sound that made Fiona’s breath catch in her throat for a second before she recovered. He didn’t give her long to recover, though; she gasped for breath again as Gage slammed into her, forcing her lower onto the mattress as he began to pound her in earnest, making the bed squeak loudly in tune with the rhythm of his thrusts.

  At the same time, Gage’s thumb circled over her clit, moving it from side to side, creating a huge circle of sensation that just got bigger and bigger with every thrust of his cock inside her pussy. All her sensitive spots, inside and out, were being stimulated at the same time, making her feel like she was going to break apart into a thousand little pieces. She needed to explode again, to shatter apart and be remade by Gage’s capable hands.

  Luckily, it appeared that Gage was feeling the exact same way, as the rhythm of his cock began to stutter a little bit, becoming more and more unsteady and frantic with every few thrusts. “I’m going to fucking come, baby. Like, really quick. You’re squeezing me so tight, milking me so good. I’m going to come so hard,” Gage said before trailing off in a series of desperate, whining moans.

  Fiona suddenly got an idea and knew she had to have it. “Can you come on me? Please? I want to feel it. I want to fucking feel it, baby. You can come on stomach or my tits or my face, wherever you want. Please, just do it. Just come on me. Please…ugggh!” Fiona cried out.

  “I’m going to fucking come on you,” Gage promised a second later, fucking her faster and harder, his thighs loudly smacking against her ass in the process, the entire bed rocking loudly against the wall as a result of their movements.

  “Unnnnngh, ohhhhh, yessssss!” Fiona screamed, jerking her hips back so fast that her knees threatened to give out. But she just couldn’t help herself. The image of Gage coming on her was just too hot. She imagined what she’d look like, all covered in his semen, totally and entirely claimed by him, marked up by his most sacred fluid. She needed it so badly. She needed it like she needed air to breathe, like she needed water to survive. She didn’t know how she’d survived all these long months without it.

  “Oh, yes, oh, yes, ugggh, mmmmmgh, shit, shit, fuck, shit!” Fiona cried out as the vibrations coming from her clit reached a crescendo, every cell in her body screaming in pleasure at once, all of the blood rushing in two directions—to her cunt and to her head, making her feel dizzy as her orgasm overtook her whole body.

  Gage pulled out again, flipping Fiona over so that she was flat on the mattress, gasping for air below him. Gage stripped the condom off his cock and shoved his dick into her open, willing mouth, fucking in and out slowly for a few seconds before Fiona got accustomed to it, sucking around his shaft and licking his head on every other stroke. “I’m going to come. I’m going to fucking come. Ugh, yes, yes, ugh, fuck!” he cried out before he pulled out of her mouth, jacking his cock off a few times before he exploded all over her chest.

  “Fucking shit,” Fiona whispered, listening to Gage pant frantically for breath above her. He looked totally wrecked, a ridiculously sweaty mess on top of her, but he still looked sexy as hell.

  “You look beautiful,” Gage whispered as soon as he caught his breath, leaning in to kiss her mouth lightly before reaching over to the bedside table to grab some tissues to wipe the ejaculate off her breasts.

  “You,” Fiona said, flipping over on her side to stare into Gage’s eyes, reaching over to grab his hand and press it against her heart so that he could feel what he’d done to her, how excited he’d made her. “I haven’t come like that in…well, ever.”

  Gage smiled and kissed her forehead, nuzzling their noses together a moment later. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

  With their hands still joined, eventually they both slipped off into sweet sleep, the darkness welcoming them with warm, open arms.

  Hours later, a shrill, high, screaming sound cut through their dreams, forcing them awake. Gage grumbled under his breath as he stumbled out of bed. “One sec, it’s my phone,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss again Fiona’s head. “Stay here, baby.”

  A few long moments passed before he returned to the room. “Um, yeah, goodbye,” he murmured into the phone as he walked over to the bed, sitting down next to Fiona and grabbing her hand quickly
like she was about to disappear.

  “What is it?” Fiona asked.

  “It’s one of the guys at the compound. Your fiancé’s there. Waiting for you.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Gage clenched his hands into fists, digging his nails into the skin of his palms. He hoped Fiona, who was sitting next to him on the subway, couldn’t see it, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to find some way to release the anger in his body, the fury that had bubbled up inside of him ever since he heard someone say that “Carl” was at the compound looking for Fiona. It didn’t take much for Gage to figure out who that was.

  For one moment—one long, glorious moment, wrapped up in Fiona’s arms—he thought he had her again. He thought they were together. How could they not be, after they’d joined their bodies and minds and souls as deeply as they had? But Fiona hadn’t contradicted him when he called Carl her fiancé. She hadn’t made any promises to break up with him, and for some reason, Gage was too proud to ask her to do so. He figured that if she wasn’t willing to voluntarily leave Carl, she wasn’t likely to do so just because Gage asked her.

  “Here we are,” Gage muttered under his breath as they rolled to the stop nearest the Bandits’ compound. He got to his feet before the train came to a complete stop, stepping out of the subway and onto the platform before Fiona had even gotten up to her feet. He knew that if he waited for her to step alongside him, he’d be tempted to take her hand, to hold her the way he had for the last several hours back in his apartment, and that was unacceptable for the moment.

  After exiting the subway stop, he started walking so fast that Fiona had to run to catch up with him, even though she stayed a step behind, somehow sensing that Gage needed a little space. Even so, there was a part of him that silently begged her to come up and grab him, to stop his quick pace and force him to listen as she reassured him that she wasn’t about to choose the man from the country, the man without a face that haunted Gage’s mind like a poisonous ghost. She wasn’t going to, though. She hadn’t said anything since he told her that Carl was waiting for her. She’s not going to stay with me, Gage told himself, trying to manage his expectations ahead of time, as if she’d already chosen the other man. She’s not going to. Don’t fool yourself. She doesn’t love you. Not like you love her. Not with her full heart.

  Gage walked up the steps to the compound and quickly rapped his fist against the door, hoping someone would open it right away before Fiona caught up with him. He didn’t want to be next to her right now. He didn’t want to feel the heat radiating off her body or his hunger for her. He didn’t want to be tempted to touch her, not right now.

  The door swung open a minute later, revealing Cash, the MC’s new chef. “Gage, buddy, I didn’t expect to see you this week. Heard you were busy with that new case,” he said, stepping aside so Gage and Fiona after him could step inside.

  “Yep,” Gage said sharply, wanting to avoid any long conversation at the moment. “Where’s Carl?”

  “I think he’s still in the kitchen. He was kind of uncomfortable hanging out at the bar,” Cash said, falling into step beside Gage as he headed towards the kitchen, hearing Fiona trailing them.

  He saw the fiancé as soon he stepped into the kitchen, a mousy, short-looking fellow with brown hair, hunched over and staring at his phone on the kitchen counter.

  So this was the guy. This was the man she’d chosen to shape her new life around. Somehow, Gage was disappointed that he wasn’t more handsome. For some reason, he felt that if he her fiancé was actually attractive—or at least distinctive looking—he would better understand the appeal for Fiona, and maybe it would even be a tiny bit easier to let her go, although there was some part of him that knew he could never release her from his heart, no matter what happened.

  “Hey,” Carl said as soon as he saw Fiona, getting to his feet and walking over to her, completely ignoring Gage. “What the hell, Fiona?”

  “What?” Fiona asked. Gage turned around to look at them, seeing the way Fiona’s face was screwed up in worry and confusion.

  “You haven’t been answering any of my calls, Fiona!” Carl said. “What the hell was I supposed to think? I was worried sick, thinking you were in danger somewhere.”

  Fiona blew out her breath and nodded slowly. “You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry. I should have called you rather than just texting you back late at night. I just…I didn’t feel like I could talk to you, alright? I’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff here.”

  Gage stood still, watching their interaction play out before him. He could see the anxiety—and especially the guilt—coming off of Fiona in waves, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. It wasn’t like he could come forward and crush Fiona into a hug, not with her fiancé standing right there.

  “What kind of stuff could be so important?” Carl said, his voice harsh and sharp. “Really, what is it? Tell me.”

  Gage didn’t really care for the edge of condescension in Carl’s voice, and it was clear from the way Fiona shrunk in on herself, curling her arms around her waist, that she felt the same way. “I…the case. There are missing girls here. One of them has been found, and I needed to look after her, to see if she had any information we could use.”

  “The missing girls…” Carl trailed off for a minute, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling and sighing deeply. “This is about everything that happened to you as a kid, isn’t it?” His voice sounded almost a little sarcastic, a little too close to mocking for Gage’s taste.

  “I…I guess so,” Fiona said, rubbing her elbows with her hands like she was trying to warm herself up. But then she straightened her shoulders and lifted her face to look Carl directly in the eyes. “Yeah. It’s about that. So what?”

  “So it’s not good for you, Fiona,” Carl said, stepping forward to close the space between them but not touching her. “You shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t know what the fuck you were thinking. It’s so fucking stupid to be getting involved in something like this after everything you’ve been through.”

  “Hey,” Gage said, stepping closer to Carl to get his attention. “Hey, knock it off. Fiona’s been indispensable. We need her on the case.”

  “We?” Carl rebutted, putting excess emphasis on the word. “We? Who the fuck is we? Who are you?”

  “I’m Gage. Gage Preston. Maybe you’ve heard of me,” Gage said, fighting to keep a scowl off his face.

  But a slow, sadistic smile spread across Carl’s face, his eyes narrowing to slits as he stared at Gage. “Oh. You’re Gage, huh?”

  “I told you about him,” Fiona said softly. “Gage, Carl. Carl, Gage.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” Gage lied. He figured he should have offered his hand forward for an introductory shake, but he couldn’t force himself to do it. He felt the sick, heavy feeling of hatred settle in his stomach, freezing his insides into ice.

  “This is the guy, huh? The guy who fucked you up?” Carl asked, his eyes flicking between Gage and Fiona and then back to Gage.

  Gage didn’t say anything, even though his hands once again curled into fists. He held them behind his back so the other two people in the room couldn’t see how angry he was. He didn’t want to lose his composure. He didn’t want to give this guy the satisfaction of pissing him off.

  “He didn’t do anything,” Fiona argued, her voice coming out soft and low, like she was afraid to speak too loudly. “He’s…he’s just been helping me out, helping me work through my shit. He’s a good guy, Carl.”

  Gage’s chest ached a little at that. It hurt, hearing her defend him against this asshole yet sounding so hesitant at the same time. He didn’t know what to think, whether he should feel relieved or offended or angry or grateful. He guessed he felt all of those things in combination.

  Carl scoffed loudly, turning to stare at Gage. “I know about you, you know, your obsession with killers, with kidnappers. It’s not good for her. You kept her from moving on, you know.”

  That did it. He co
uldn’t hold himself back, not after that. “What the fuck would you know about it?” Gage challenged, stepping forward until he was standing less than a foot away from Carl. He saw the other man shrink back a little, clearly a little intimidated by Gage despite his anger. Gage couldn’t help but feel pleased by that, knowing that he scared the little man. “Have you ever had a little sister raped and killed? Have you ever lost someone like that? What the fuck do you know?”

  Carl’s jaw visibly clenched, his throat working as he swallowed, preparing a retort to Gage’s indignation. “You’re unhealthy. For whatever reason, whatever excuse you have, it’s the truth. You’re obsessed with this shit, and it’s infecting Fiona. Back home, with me, she’s fine. She’s normal. She’s not broken. She’s fine.”

  “And why do you think that?” Gage asked. “Because back home she does whatever you say? Because she doesn’t cause you any problems? You only accept her when she’s not causing you any trouble, when she’s being ‘good?’ You know who that reminds me of?” The killer, Gage thought. Abby’s killer. Fiona’s torturer. Telling them what to do, controlling them.

  “Stop!” Fiona yelled, stepping in between them and putting a hand on Gage’s chest, gently pushing him away. “Stop it. Don’t say that. That’s not right, and you know it.”