Page 18 of Gluttony

So what the fuck was he supposed to do about it?

His mind tumbled, end over end, so loudly, he almost missed the ring of his phone. His heart racing, hoping it was Val, he picked it up and peered at the screen.

Unknown.

So not Val, and not one of his brothers, because they were all saved into his contacts.

It was the fourth time that week he’d gotten a call from an unknown number, and he knew that, if he really gave a shit, he could find out who it was; cell service providers had laughable cyber security.

Grunting a curse, he hit DECLINE and tossed his phone behind him onto the bed he would be burning in the morning.

Wait…if Val was there that night….Cool Hands had a state-of-the-art security system, including a broad view camera surveillance system. As the tech master of the Unchained, he had access to the security systems in all their businesses, which meant he could easily get the recording from that night. Now that he knew what she looked like—his living wet dream—he could spot her in the footage easily enough. He could find her, then he could…what? If she drove there, maybe the camera picked up her license plate or even the make and model of her car. That would be the first step to finding her.

And once he did, he was going to edge her forhours—delicious orgasm denial—for thinking she could end them.

They wouldneverbe over.

Standing, he hurried to his desk, quickly accessing the server housing the MCs combined security assets. In mere moments, he would have the means to find his woman.

Smirking, he set to work, knowing he would have her soon, and once he was finally face to face with his Daisy, his every waking desire, he would never let her go. He’d chain her to the bed. He’d hold her captive against the wall with his fat cock and his hand around her throat. He’d fill her so full of his thick, milky cum she’d be marked irrevocably. His. Only his. Forever.

Flashes of her image from the screen right before she cut him off suffused his mind, flooding his system with need and his cock with blood.

He needed more of her.Now!

Moving from the surveillance system, back to the screen shot of Val from their chat, he stared, devouring every single detail of her face. From her glimmering autumn eyes to her round, flushed cheeks, to those wide, plump pink lips, begging for his teeth….she was everything he’d ever hungered for.

Soon….

His voice, thick and heavy with the depths of his determination and the heat of his desire, he growled, “I crave you, my love; every curve, every luscious, exquisite inch on you is perfection. So, you can hide…you can run, but no matter how far or fast you go, I will find you. And when I do, I will claim all your screams of pleasure asmine.”

SEVEN

Soft hands driftingacross his chest, sliding, slowly, achingly, teasingly from one hard nipple to the other. Fingers, oh such delicate fingers, tracing each of the vibrant tattoos inked on his pecs, then…drifting down his taut abs, the muscles clinching under the sensual onslaught, to trace the ink along his sides.

A hot, moist mouth followed the trail of goosebumps risen from the skimming, teasing fingers, kissing, licking, immolating his flesh, building the fire within him to temperatures that scorched his very veins until he sizzled from the heat. He groaned—her touch, her mouth, so innocent yet so viciously seductive, driving all the blood to his hard as fuck cock. It throbbed, jerking with each erratic beat of his heart, as though it were alive, ravenous, delirious with hunger for the one who’d awakened it.

That same hand, the one that had begun his torture, drifted down, sliding under the elastic waistband of his boxers, and taking a clumsy grip on his erection. She was unsure, inexperienced, but her touch was like none other he’d ever felt before—because he belonged to her, every inch of his nine inches was hers, as was the rest of him. She owned him, and he was desperately eager to be claimed by her in every way.

Taking hold of her hand, he silently taught her to grip him tight, to squeeze just right, and he moaned when his quick little learner began stroking him, her hands on him like fucking magic as she worked him, dragging rough groans from deep in his chest, stealing his breath, and making his eyes roll back into his head until all he saw, all he could feel was his woman, his Daisy, giving him pleasure.

He looked down at her, her silky hair falling over her shoulder to brush against his torso as she leaned over his groin, her focus on working him into an erotic explosion. Feeling his eyes on her, she lifted her face to look at him, her brown eyes warm and rich like molten chocolate, dark, decadent, and oh so fucking addicting. Her mouth opened on a gasp at the look of blazing pleasure he knew was on his face.

“You work me so good, baby…” he moaned, groaning as her deft little thumb brushed over his cock head, spreading the precum from his slit to just under the head where his thick, engorged vein began. “Touch me,” he begged and watched her splay her other hand over his belly, the heat of her like a shock to his system—a total reboot, system shutdown, malfunction—fuck, she felt so fucking good! “Yesss,” he hissed, “you’re such a good girl…a good,goodgirl….” His breath caught on a groan as she tightened her fingers around him, her strokes getting harder as she worked him.

Her warm breath drifted over the tip of his weeping cock as she spoke, “I want to taste you, Damian….” Pressing his head into the pillow beneath him, he let out a moan so deep and raw the bed nearly shook with the vibrations. Even the sound of his real name on her tongue made lavish pleasure uncurl within him.

Fuck, he needed more!

He opened his mouth to plead with her to put her beautiful mouth on him?—

A shrill, inhuman shriek filled his head, jerking him from his most glorious heaven.

“Fuck!” he barked, seething at the interruption.

Silencing the alarm on his cell with a snarl, he dropped his head back to this pillow and glared up at the sunlight gleaming along the ceiling, hating and loving that he had an important appointment that morning, one that would, undoubtably, change the course of his life.

Fuck, yeah! At least I’ll be doing something other than sitting on my ass, wishing I hadn’t fucked up the best thing in my goddamn life.

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