The Devil's Ride

Movement Alarm

Scar’s POV

I had not seen or heard from Rachel since I sent her to her room to get some sleep. I had been lying in bed for nearly two hours, staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to shut my eyes. Every time I did, my mind dragged me back to the club bathroom. To her. I had never had a woman keep me awake like this. I had never thought about anyone this much, and it pissed me off more than it should have.

When I finally sat up, my phone buzzed with a notification. Movement detected in the garage. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. Grabbing my gun, I c****d it, already prepared to put a bullet into whoever kept setting off my motion sensors.

I made my way down to the garage, and the sight waiting for me almost made me laugh. There was Spitfire, drunk and determined, trying to find a way out. She was leaning against my bike, a backpack slung over her shoulders, clearly ready to go.

I moved quietly, coming up behind her before she realized I was there.

“Rachel,” I said, “I thought I f*****g told you that you weren’t f*****g leaving.”

She startled and spun around, nearly losing her balance as she came face to face with me.

“You have this place guarded heavier than the goddamn White House,” she said. “Jesus Christ, Scar.”

Her words slurred slightly as she stumbled to the side and leaned against another bike.

“Where the f**k do you think you’re going, Spitfire?” I asked.

“I told you I want to leave,” she said. “This is not my home.”

I stepped into her space, pressing my body against hers and forcing her back against my bike. She met my stare head on, her eyes dark and glossy, refusing to look away. The challenge in her gaze only set something off in me. I dragged my finger slowly down her stomach until it reached her waist.

She reached for me, but I knocked her hand aside and replaced it with my grip around her throat, firm and controlled. I leaned in and dragged my tongue along her cheek.

“Why do you want to run away from me, Spitfire?” I said. “I’m not going to hurt you as long as you don’t f**k me over.”

“What is wrong with your head?” she asked. “Why were you grabbing it earlier like you were in pain?”

That did it. Anger surged up fast and sharp. I shoved her harder against the bike, pinning her there as my body rocked into hers.

“I told you to mind your business,” I said. “Didn’t I?”

I knew she could feel how hard I was, and I did not care if she saw it. I wanted her to feel it.

“You need to talk to me when I’m asking you a question, Spitfire.”

“I will stay out of your business,” she said. “But you said you wanted to marry me, so that makes it my business too, right?”

I stilled for a moment. “So you’re agreeing to be my wife now?”

Fear flickered across her face, brief and real, before something else took over. She leaned into me and crashed her lips against mine, wild and reckless, grinding herself against me. Whatever control I had left shattered. My hand tightened at her throat as I kissed her back, hard and claiming.

“If you want me to stay so badly,” she said against my mouth, “why don’t you show me?”

I spun her around, not wanting to kiss her right now but more worried about being inside her p***y. The urgency clawed at me, my body thrumming with raw need as I positioned her just right.

'Put your f*****g belly against the seat of my bike, Spitfire. Spread your legs and stick that ass out for me.'

Usually she had a bratty remark to say, but this time she obeyed my order and assumed the position facing away from me. Her compliance sent a surge of triumph through me, her form bending over the cool metal of the motorcycle, vulnerable and inviting under the dim garage lights.

I got behind her and between her legs, stroking my hard c**k as I unbuttoned my pants and whipped it out. The thick shaft pulsed in my grip, the metal bar piercing through the tip glinting faintly, already leaking pre-c*m from the tip. I've never seen such a sexier f*****g sight than her legs spread across my bike. Her skin was so glowy and shiny, almost like a mirror reflecting the hunger in my gaze. Her ass was juicy, soft, and perfectly round, just enough to feel a fistful as I squeezed it hard, my fingers sinking into the yielding flesh, kneading it possessively. I ran my fingers along her p***y, tracing the swollen lips that parted eagerly under my touch, slick with her desire.

I dipped my fingers into her, feeling her wetness as it dripped down her inner thigh whenever I touched her. Her heat enveloped my digits, pulling them in with greedy contractions, the juices coating my skin in a warm, slippery sheen.

'Christ, Spitfire, you're f*****g soaked and already ready for me like a good girl.'

'I'll never be a good girl.' Her voice carried that familiar defiance, but it only stoked the fire in me, making my c**k twitch harder against her.

I leaned over, pinning her body against my bike and rubbed my c**k against her p***y, using the tip to toy with her c**t. The sensitive nub swelled under the teasing pressure, her hips bucking involuntarily as I dragged the pierced head back and forth, the metal bar adding an extra edge of friction that made her squirm.

'You'd be a good girl if I tell you to be one. Don't f*****g test me tonight.'

She gasped as the metal bar in the tip of my c**k hit her c**t and made her whole body shudder against mine. The tremor rippled through her, her breath hitching in sharp bursts that pressed her ass back into me.

'You have your d**k pierced?'

'Sure the f**k I do.'

'That's f*****g hot.' She giggled, the sound light and breathless, laced with unexpected excitement.

'Oh, you have no idea though.' The piercing would drag inside her soon, heightening every thrust, claiming her in ways she couldn't imagine yet.

I grabbed her hair and tugged on it as I lined the tip of my c**k up with her needy wet opening, ready to slam right into her. The strands wrapped tight around my fist, arching her neck just enough to expose the line of her throat.

'Tell me you'd be a good girl while I f**k you. I want to hear you say it.'

She pushed and wiggled her ass against my c**k, urging me to f**k her, but not until she did what I wanted. Her movements were frantic, grinding the slick cleft along my length, coating me in her arousal. Although to my surprise, she answered immediately in a soft sexy voice that almost made me c*m in my hand.

'I'll be a good girl for you, Scar.' The submission in her tone hit me like a drug, my pulse racing as I savored the victory.

I smiled against the back of her head as I inhaled the flowery scent of her hair, pushing the tip of my c**k into her. The fragrance mixed with the musky aroma of her arousal, intoxicating me further as her tight entrance yielded to my intrusion.

'Are you on birth control?'

'Yes, I am.' Her affirmation came out husky, needy.

'Good, then you won't mind if I fill that pretty little p***y with my cum.'

Without warning, I slid my c**k into her tight p***y in one powerful thrust, ripping my way through until I was inside. The piercing scraped along her inner walls, stretching her brutally as I buried myself balls-deep, her body jolting from the sudden fullness.

'Oh f**k,' dragging the word long, her voice breaking into a drawn-out moan that echoed off the garage walls.

'Yeah, oh f**k is right. Jesus, you're so damn tight, jeez.'

The vise-like grip of her p***y clamped down, fluttering around the intrusion, her juices easing the way even as she adjusted to my girth.

Still leaning over her as I pounded my c**k into her tight, wet p***y, I held the front of her throat like it was her reins. My fingers curled around the delicate column, controlling her every breath, pulling her back to meet my savage drives. She continued to moan out with each thrust, eventually sounding like she was feeling pleasure and not pain anymore. The initial whimpers shifted to throaty cries, her body relaxing into the rhythm, hips rolling to take me deeper. I kept slamming into her, stretching her out and molding her tight walls to the size of my c**k. The piercing dragged with every withdrawal and plunge, sending sparks of intensified sensation through us both, her channel rippling in response.

'Oh, Scar.'

The plea in her voice fueled my aggression. I slapped her ass with one hand while the other hand was around her throat, squeezing tightly as I f**k her with vicious strokes. The sharp crack of my palm against her cheek left a stinging red imprint, her flesh jiggling from the impact, and I tightened my grip on her neck, feeling her pulse hammer under my fingers. I sucked on the skin on her shoulder, sinking my teeth into it and leaving bite marks behind as I continued to bite her. My mouth latched onto the tender spot, tongue swirling before teeth clamped down, marking her skin with possessive indents that would bruise beautifully by morning.

She pushed back against me, taking my c**k deeper into her p***y so she felt it in her stomach as I slammed into her. Her eagerness surprised me, her ass grinding back to swallow every inch, the depth making her belly press against the bike seat with each brutal impalement.

I relished the sensation of her taking me so fully, her body surrendering completely as I closed my eyes, lost in the wet heat enveloping me.

Her p***y clamped down hard when I pulled out, reluctant to let go, only to scream in ecstasy as I thrust back violently, the force jolting her forward. The raw power of it all had her walls fluttering wildly, milking my shaft with desperate contractions.

'Are you going to c*m on my c**k like a good girl?' I sped up, annihilating her p***y with repeated impalements and slaps that echoed sharply, her skin blooming red under my assault.

'Yes, yes.' Her agreement came in gasps, body trembling on the edge.

I squeezed her throat tighter, making her whisper as her p***y constricted and sucked my c**k deeper. The pressure built unbearably, my balls drawing tight as her climax gripped me. My c**k paused deep inside, shooting hot c*m in thick ropes, coating her pink insides with my seed, filling her until it leaked out around my base.

'Say you're mine.'

I f****d her fast and hard, slamming her against the bike, emptying myself fully as our bodies collided in a frenzy.

'I'm yours, Scar... Ah f**k… I'm yours,' shuddering through her release, her c*m gushing around me as she milked every drop from my pulsing length.

'Good girl, such a good little girl,' kissing the back of her head tenderly before sliding out, causing her to spasm and moan softly from the sudden emptiness.

'You can't get enough, can you?'

'f**k you, Scar. It only happened because I was too turned on to stop it.' Her words carried a bite, but the flush on her skin told another story.

I'm already halfway to the door that leads back inside before Rachel realized it.

My c**k still throbbed even though I just came and emptied myself inside of her. It wanted more. I wanted more.

She's still trying to catch her breath as she adjusted her clothes and grabbed her backpack off the garage floor, huffing.

Her cheeks flushed, legs shaky from the intensity.

'Let's go, Rachel. It is time to get some sleep, and this time, you have learned there's no f*****g way out of the house.'

I slapped her ass as she walked in front of me, the sharp smack making her jolt, a fresh wave of heat stirring in me.

All I could think about was wrapping my arms around her to go to sleep. I knew she already felt the pull, the inescapable bond I'd just forged deeper into her soul. But beneath it all, worry gnawed at me. She hated me, sure, but she could never find out my secret. No matter what, Rachel could never know.