The Biker’s Revenge: Loving The Enemy’s Daughter

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Blade’s pov

I sat on the edge of my new mattress, staring blankly at the fresh, stiff leather of the Reaper patch freshly sewn onto my cut lost in my thoughts . From the main room of the clubhouse, the muffled chaos of the party bled through the walls—boisterous laughter, heavy bass, and the constant clinking of beer bottles. Everyone was out there celebrating me. The new guy. The stray who had just saved their president’s life on a run gone wrong.

The door to my room opened with a faint creak, then clicked shut. The deadbolt slid into place.

Skyler leaned back against the wood, her arms crossed as her eyes locked onto mine. Her tight tank top and dark jeans hugged every single curve of her body, and the faint, purple marks I’d left on her throat last night were still visible under the dim lamp light.

“Nice patch, son,” she purred, her lips curling into that sharp, infuriatingly beautiful smirk. “Daddy really likes you now. You're practically family.”

The word snapped something in me. I stood up so fast the mattress springs complained, crossing the small room in two heavy strides. Before she could utter another teasing syllable, I slammed my palms against the door on either side of her head and crashed my mouth down onto hers.

My hands gripped her waist, digging into her hips and pulling her flush against the hard ridge of my jeans. Skyler didn't flinch; she kissed me back just as viciously, her fingernails biting through my shirt and into my shoulders.

“You think this is funny, Sparks?” I growled against her bruised lips, my breath ragged. “Your old man calls me son in front of the whole charter, and all I’m thinking about is how loud you scream when you're wrapped around my cock.”

Skyler let out a low, breathy laugh, her chest heaving against mine. She slid one hand down between our bodies, her fingers unerringly finding my length through the denim and squeezing tight. “It’s twisted as hell, Blade. And it makes me want you even more. Show me exactly how much you liked saving my old man. f**k me like you own me.”

The thread snapped. I yanked her tank top over her head and tossed it into the shadows. Her breasts spilled free, her n*****s already drawn tight and hard. I bent down, burying my face in her neck before latching onto one peak, sucking her deep into my mouth while my hand aggressively slid down into her jeans.

She was already soaking wet.

“Always so ready for me,” I muttered against her damp skin, sliding two thick fingers past the lace of her panties and driving them deep into her slick heat. Skyler gasped, her head falling back against the door as she rocked her hips helplessly against my hand. “That’s it. Ride my fingers, Sparks. Let me feel how badly you need this.”

She bit her bottom lip, trying to swallow the noise as the bass from the party vibrated through the floorboards. “Stop… stop teasing me, Blade. I want you inside me. Now.”

I spun her around in one fluid motion, bending her over the small wooden desk in the corner. I yanked her jeans and panties down past her thighs. Keeping one heavy hand pressed firmly in the small of her back, I rolled a condom on with my teeth and my free hand, guiding my head to her entrance.

I pushed into her in one deep, unyielding thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Skyler let out a strangled cry, her fingers gripping the edges of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white.

“f**k, you’re so tight,” I groaned, the friction threatening to push me over the edge immediately.

I anchored my hands on her hips and set a punishing, relentless rhythm. The heavy, rhythmic sound of skin slapping skin filled the small room, mocking the celebration happening just down the hall. Every hard thrust drove home the lethal line I was walking. I was sleeping with Stone Callahan’s daughter while wearing the very patch he had just used to bind me to his club.

Skyler pushed her hips back to meet every stroke, completely unraveled. “Harder, Blade. Don’t you dare hold back. I want to feel you inside me tomorrow when I look him in the eye.”

Her words were gasoline on a fire. A dark, possessive rage flared in my chest. I reached around her body, finding her swollen c**t and rubbing it aggressively while I pounded into her from behind. She shattered almost instantly, her body shaking violently as she buried her face into her forearm to muffle her screams. Her tight walls clamped around my c**k like a vice, pulling me right over the edge with her. I drove into her one last time, burying myself deep as a guttural groan tore from my throat, the blinding pleasure ripping through my spine.

We stayed completely still for a long moment, the sound of our heavy breathing gradually mixing back into the distant rumble of the party. I pulled out slowly, turning her around in my arms. I brushed a damp strand of hair from her face and kissed her, softer this time, though the tenderness felt alien.

“You’re getting dangerous for me, Sparks,” I whispered, resting my forehead against hers, staring into the dark depths of her eyes. “Every time I touch you, this whole damn thing gets more complicated.”

Skyler looked up at me, her gaze heavy with heat and something shifting underneath it. “Then maybe you should stop fighting it.” She reached up, her fingers lightly tracing the fresh, unblemished Reaper patch on my chest. “Feels like you’re really one of us now, Blade.”

I didn’t answer. The truth in my chest was far too dark to share with her.

The terrifying reality was that I wanted her more than my own revenge. Every second spent in her arms made the ghost of my father feel heavier, more distant.

She pressed one last, quick kiss to my jaw, that wicked smirk returning to mask whatever vulnerability had just slipped through. “Don’t get too comfortable being Daddy’s favorite, stranger. I like my men a little dangerous.”

Skyler swiftly fixed her clothes, throwing me one last lingering look before slipping out of the room as quietly as a ghost.

I stood there alone in the dim light, still tasting the mint and sin on my lips, the weight of my lies pressing down on my chest like a lead weight.

The game was spinning entirely out of my control. And I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep playing it before the whole world blew up in my face.