Page 49 of Anarchy

“No! You will take what I give you until your punishment is complete.” I growl as his whole body shivers despite the hot water steaming around us. I run my hand over his stomach and down to his cock, but instead, I cup his nuts, cradling them in my hand, giving them a tug.

“Fuck, Reid. You feel so fucking good.” He moans, and I release his throat, shoving his face into the tile as I pick up my pace, fucking his ass with quick thrusts, snapping my hips against his ass.

“Nice and tight, my little biker bitch. You love when I fuck this ass, don’t you? Such a good butt slut,” I spit, dropping his nuts and slapping them. He hisses with every thrust in his ass and slap to his nuts. I bite down on his shoulder as I feel my balls lift, but I want him to gag on my cock while I cum down his throat.

Pulling out, I slap his nuts one more time, making him growl before I spin him to face me. Pressing his body against the tile, I slam my mouth against his as our tongues dance for dominance. He grips my hips, pulling me closer to him as the water cascades between us. Stepping back, I look at him and smirk.

“Clean my cock, then take it down your throat.” I order as he slides to his knees, taking the soap and doing what he was told. “Such a good little whore. Fuck. I can’t wait to fuck that tight throat raw.” I groan as his grip tightens around my length.

“Thee royal cock is clean.” He smirks, looking up at me.

“Then swallow it!” I command as he takes me into his warm mouth, sucking me down. “Such a good biker bitch.” I groan, running my hand through his wet hair, pulling it roughly as I lean forward, cutting the water off. His eyes shoot up to me and I moan, rolling my hips a bit. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. Now, gag on it. I want to feel how tight that throat is,” I order as he takes me all the way down, swallowing around me. His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them as his finger toys with my hole, pushing in and out. “Fuck, Ry. Just like that.” I groan, watching as tears fall from his eyes. He takes me deeper, gagging repeatedly as his finger pumps in and out of my ass.

Slamming my hands against the tile in front of me, I never take my eyes off his as that familiar tingle rushes up my spine. “I’m going to cum so fucking hard down that tight throat.” I growl as my balls lift. He swallows again, pulling back only to slam down my length, choking as I tighten my jaw, groaning deep in my chest. My orgasm hits me like a freight train and my body riddles with goosebumps, causing me to shudder as I cum with a roar down his throat. His finger continues to pump in and out of me as I grab both sides of his face, holding him still as every last drop of my seed pours into him. His eyes leak with tears as cum dribbles from his mouth. Releasing my grip on his head, I pull him back and slide the leftover cum into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around my sensitive tip, sucking me clean.

“Such a perfect little cum dumpster,” I praise as he releases me with a pop, catching his breath. Cupping his face, he smiles at me.

“I love you, Ry. I love you so fucking much,” I say as he stands, wrapping his hand around my throat, pressing his lips to mine. Deepening the kiss, I moan at the taste of my cum and him mixed. He pulls away, laying his head against mine.

“I love you more, Reid. Always. I’m not going anywhere. I’m all in. No one, and I mean no one, will ever fucking change that. I’ve decided, and I choose you and this life, even if that means taking over the club for our family. I’ll do it, but only, if by doing that, I get to be with you,” he confesses, and I smile, kissing him.

“Are you sure?” I ask, and he growls, pressing me against the cold tile.

“Yes, I’m fucking sure. I’ve never been so sure in my life about you,” he grits and I laugh, shaking my head.

“I meant about the club,” I say, and he laughs.

“Oh, but yes. I am. I can’t imagine life without any of you and if taking over the club brings our family even closer together and shows others a united front, then I’m all in,” he states, and I nod, leaning in and kissing him again. Our tongues swirl and he groans.

“You gotta go check on Jade, even if I would love nothing more than to fill your holes, but I know she needs you, too. Go to her, but I request you in my bed tomorrow,” he says, and I smile.

“I think that can be arranged.” I smirk, and he grins, shaking his head as we exit the shower to dry off.

After getting dressed and saying good night to him, I go down the hall to see my wife. Opening the door to her room, I see it’s empty. I check the bathroom and not a soul in sight. Heading back out and down the hall, I check both the kids' rooms and our new suite and still can’t find her. Stepping further into the room, I look out the huge back window and spot her sitting by the tree where we buried the dogs.

Sighing, I leave the suite, taking the elevator down to the main floor and goingout the back door towards her. When I reach her, she looks up at me with tears in her eyes. Crouching down, I cup her face as she leans into my touch.

“How many more people are we going to lose before I’m left with nothing and no one? Who's next?” she whispers, as more tears drip down her beautiful face. Sitting down in the grass, I lift her into my lap and wrap my arms around her body.

“You will never be alone, Jade. I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper, kissing her head.

“You say that, just like Jamie has said it, but yet he’s gone too. How the fuck can we get him back? I need him just as much as I need you. I’ve been so lost without Dario, and now this. Despite losing a child and a husband already, that man still gains everything, especially the air he fucking breathes, and I’m sick of it. I’ve never wanted someone to suffer at my hands as much as I want to be coated from head to toe in Dalton's disgusting blood. He’s taken everything from me and now it’s time I take everything that means something to him,” She spits as I tighten my hold on her. She looks up at me with a grin. “I’ll never hurt Jamie because of him, and he’s playing a game that he thinks I don’t see, but I have a plan, and that plan starts with Max. I’ve got Zayn doing some recon on him. I want to meticulously track his actions, and when the opportunity presents itself, we will strike,” she growls, and I smile.

“I’m here for it, baby. It’s time we show our cards and get our boy back,” I tell her and she smiles wide.

“I love you, Babyboy. Can we go to bed?” she asks, and I nod.

“Let’s go, Queen. Tomorrow we take over the world.” I say, and she laughs.

The Queen has her enemies fooled. They think she’s a delicate flower mourning her losses not prepared to fight, but my wife is a fucking bomb ready to detonate at any second, and when she blows, the entire criminal world is going to feel it.

May god have mercy on their souls.

Chapter 28

Orders & Expectations

The Monster

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