Page 16 of Hades

“Nice try, dickhead, but I’m still here.”

“Oh, you think that’s all I got? The club ain’t for the likes of you. You think I don’t see the look in your eyes, always watching, aren’t you? Always waiting, you ain’t got a loyal bone in that whore body, first chance you’d get you’d stab us all in the back. I protect my club at all costs.”

“He warned you as well as me. Better watch your back, golden-boy or you’ll get your prospect vest taken from you.” Informed Kyle, putting swagger into his walk.

Just let Rider try something again to cause trouble and he’d regret it. He’d fucking regret it. If Kyle could kill his own father without a second thought, then that long-haired punk didn’t stand a chance at survival if it were up to him.Yeah, you think about that, dickhead.

“Stay the fuck out of my way, you don’t like me, and I don’t like you, but you won’t do this again, you hear me?”

“Threatening me?” Rider laughed behind him.

“Promising you.”

“I’m real scared.” He laughed again. “We’ll see who makes it and gets the cut.” He tapped his prospect vest.

You should be scared. Kyle left the gloating jerk at the bar, he didn’t go to the club compound as instructed, he’d had enough for one night, if Rex wanted to bounce him that decision was already made, for now he roamed the streets, stopped for a bite to eat at a diner while he tried in vain to get some semblance of control back even as his blood churned and rushed through his ears, replaying the scene over again.

Allowing himself to be played so easily, their fight unhinged, it now gave Rider an inkling of just how quickly Kyle would jump for the wrong words.

He felt dumb.

He felt stupid.

And he felt rejected.

Every emotion he despised, reminding him too much of the life he’d endured so far with people who shouldn’t have been allowed to have a pet rat let alone a kid. With his shoulders hunched around his ears Kyle brooded and tried to regain his composure, he knew logically there was no right outcome to start a battle now, but they’d pay.

They’d all pay one day.

An hour later he was whistling under Dana’s bedroom window, her flushed face came into view and she waved opening it up. Dressed in a cotton nightie he about bust out of his jeans to get his dirty hands on her sweetness, make the good girl all soiled when he saw the outline of her bare tits. She smiled sweeping her hair over one shoulder, whispering excited, her voice drifted down to him. “What are you doing here, Kyle?” He allowed Dana to think she had control over him, she liked to assume he was her little lap dog happy with the scraps she tossed him, all rich people had a fucking superiority complex about them. It served his purpose to let her go on thinking it, he liked the girl, but not enough to be her pet.

He wanted to screw the saccharine princess, he could smile and charm like any other asshole with a hard dick.

“Come down.”

“I can’t.”

“Then I’ll come up.” He made to walk over to the tree that would take him close enough to her bedroom window that he could jump to the sill and climb on in, fuck her good and nice on her pink bedspread with her face smashed into the pillow to stop her cute moans when he made her come.

“Kyle! You can’t do that, daddy is home.” She whispered looking over her shoulder like she expected the man of the house to appear in her bedroom doorway any second.

“Then climb down to me. I wanna see you.”

She wavered, he knew she was going to take the easy princess route, as much as she liked his dick and what it could do she was also a straight A student, a daddy’s girl who followed the rules and would hate for anyone to know he put his sullied hands in and on her body, so he offered more lies. “Please, baby, I missed you.” Her smile went nuclear and she disappeared for a minute or two, now dressed, her skinny legs came out of the window and just like a dancer, graceful and lithe, she climbed down to him, his hands were already on her waist before she even hit the ground, his mouth followed suit swallowing her gasp he pushed her back into the tree.

He was so angry. It leeched from his pores, down into his tongue and manifested into the heated, wet kiss.

The longing whimpers tumbling from her nude lips further fueled his need as he tore at her clothes, stroked his hands over her breasts, into her shorts cupping her wet heat, grinding his fingers to make her writhe. He knew how she liked it now, they’d practiced enough in dear old daddy’s pool house in the dead of night when the main house slept, no one caught on that their darling, virginal daughter was getting it good and nasty from the local bad boy.

Fuck. It made him hard.

He took her rougher than he ever had, leaving her with bruises on her hipbones and his come down her throat. She gave good head for a pampered princess, little sloppy, but he could teach her how he liked it.

“You do love me don’t you, Kyle?” She was curled up against his ribs, his heart returning to its regular beat, sweat slicked skin cooling in the night air. He’d fucked her against the tree three times and once on all fours on the dirty ground holding her by the back of her neck, something about listening to her mask her moans as he’d gave it to her appealed to Kyle, the forbidden and the darkness shrouded him as he lay there half naked, his jeans zipped yet not buttoned.

“Sure, I do, sweet love.” He lied. Was he capable of loving someone? He knew he lusted for her tiny, little body, she had tits he could suck on for days and her pussy was the best he’d had. But love? She was living in the clouds expecting that from him, look what love had done to his mom, she’d let the devil into her life and now she was disturbed without her medication.

“I love you, too, Kyle.” Dana purred all innocent and happy, slipping her hand down the flat of his belly to dip into his jeans, she grasped his half-hard cock.

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