Sinfully Devoted by Amber Torney
Chapter Five - Kyle
Every time I close my eyes, all I see is my Kitten bent over while I slammed my dick into her again and again that last time. Her arms bound together then hitched onto the bedposts. Smiling while running my hand down over the markings made when my flogger bit into her porcelain skin only days before. So responsive. So mine.
Then she had to go and ruin it by screaming out the cocksucker’s name. After that, I fucking snapped. With every blow I delivered, my dick hardened. I had relished the sounds of her cries as they echoed off the playroom walls. Then she had to go and start fighting back.
Every scratch my Kitten delivered only served to heighten my own arousal. That, in turn, pushed me further. Her screams sung to my blackened soul, like a modern-day symphony, and the trigger— was calling out one of the fucking dick’s who used her like the town bikes
“Why? Why did you make me hurt you like that?” I asked, shaking my head. I wasn’t a complete monster; somewhere deep down inside of me was a sliver of kindness. One that only came out when I was around her. “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you had just called out my name, Kitten?”
Why couldn't she love me? What was so fucking wrong with me that everyone around me treated me like I was either a monster or a burden?
I would have finished if my fucking cousin and the douche she had been living with hadn’t busted in like white knights in shining fucking armor. Tackling me, throwing punches. My jaw still hurt from the blows he dealt me. The look on his face when he realized who I was made me smile.
“What the fuck you smiling at, motherfucker?” That roommate of hers growled. After everything died down somewhat, Logan had left me in the hands of Damon and some other fucker. Once my identity had been revealed, they had been anything but gentle with the man caught screwing their whore. I didn’t know about the other dick that was here, but Damon, he’d have to be hurting considering the fucker couldn’t close the deal with her.
“Just reminiscing,” I chuckled, knowing I was asking for more trouble. Frankly, I didn’t give a damn. It would only make it that much sweeter once I got my Kitten back in my bed. It’s something I knew Damon wished he could have, except the douche had gone and gotten himself firmly friend-zoned. “You know? All the things I did to that tight as fuck body of hers. All the things you only wish you could do.”
The sudden pain, as Damon’s fist connected with my stomach, sent me doubling over, but I laughed all the same. A fist in my hair, he yanked my head up, bringing us eye to eye. “Listen, you sick fuck. As much as I want to end you right now for what you put her through both now and when she was younger,” the snarl that spread across his face and that flash of darkness in his eyes, it’s something that only a true psychopath would recognize, “I won’t do that to her. I don’t care what you think you may know about Phoenix and me, but I can guaran-fucking-tee that you have it all wrong.”
“But do I really?” Flashing him a shit-eating grin, tempting the bear was reckless, but then I guess you could say, I didn’t give a fuck right now. “You can’t tell me you haven’t dreamt about what it would feel like to wrap her long blonde hair around your fist while you slammed your cock deep inside her cunt from behind. To have her screaming out in pleasure while you wrap your hand around her throat and pinch her nipples. To have her squeeze your cock as you fill her to the brim.”
Just thinking about it now made me so fucking hard it hurt. Biting my lower lip, I can’t help but smile again as I relished in the knowledge that I’d fucking got to shoot my load in her cunt. This time earning myself a knee to the stomach as the other douche here threw me to the floor. Laughing at how angry they were getting won me another boot to the gut. Looking up from the floor, I got a good look at the new guy. Tall, dark hair that hung in his eyes, tattoos covered every part of him that wasn’t covered in denim or leather. He looked like he’d stepped foot right off the set of Sons of Anarchy.
“You’re clearly either really stupid or just fucking incapable of feeling anything.” There was a sudden hardness in the new guy’s voice. “You claim to care and want her so fucking bad. Badly enough to fucking take her against her will and lock her up. Yet you haven’t processed the fact that your beat down may have god damn near killed her?”
Hearing that stops me in my tracks. “What do you mean I almost killed her?” Suddenly my head was all over the shop. I couldn’t have hurt her that badly; I’d remember. Sure I’d given her a lesson, but she would be fine. Right? I mean, she was talking as Logan bundled her out.
“You beat her to a bloody pulp, big man,” I wish I had a name to put to this fucker. The douche that got me good in the stomach finally spoke up, cocking his head to one side while sizing me up. “Does it make you feel like a man beating down on a woman?”
“She wasn’t that badly injured; it was just a few slaps across the face.” I try to recall through the haze, they were just a few slaps right? “Come on; you can’t tell me you haven’t done the same to one of your biker whores in the clubhouse.”
These guys were exactly like me. They wanted to believe that they’re good. That my Kitten makes them better than me. That somehow, just being around Phoenix made us all better men, but at the heart of it all, they are just as evil as I was. The only thing that made my actions stand out, I was trying to save my Kitten from the likes of these fuckers not to mention, Stryker Lennox.
“Are you delusional?” Damon spat at me in disgust. His clear disdain was written all over his face, but it wasn’t hard to see the concern he had for her either. “She was barely breathing when Logan carried her out of here.”
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” he was exaggerating, wasn’t he? Even as the words bounced around inside my skull, I wondered, had I been a little too rough with her? It wouldn’t have been the first time someone has told me I’d gone too far. It was a common point of contention between Taylah and I. Doubt started to seep in. “Tell me where she really is.”
“Can we just knock him out now and save us the trouble of having to listen to the prick?” Douchebag number two asks Damon, all while tightening his grip on my arms as he yanked me off the floor. It kinda pissed me off that they were so vague about my Kitten. Couldn’t they understand she was mine? “He is a special brand of crazy D’.”
Meanwhile, they were roughly pushing me through the corridor of my bunker. “Knocking him out now would mean we’d have to carry the fucker out,” Damon said, guiding me into the other rooms off of the corridor. “Madz, make sure when we get this fucker in the van, we come back and clear out these other rooms. Make sure to take anything of value as well. I don’t see why we can’t profit off this deranged asshole.”