Rude (King's Harlots MC Book 4)

  Until then, I would scald my skin with hot water, washing away the evil and the scent of depravity.

  ***

  (Brogan)

  “I see you’ve found me. Again.” Tina pursed her ruby red lips, reapplying gloss all the while holding her wounded side. “Came here to finish the job? I’m surprised your boyfriend missed. I hear he’s good at what he does.” She glanced at the blood soaking through the fabric of her red dress. “Clearly he’s not that good.”

  I leaned against the door, shutting it closed behind me and locked it. It didn’t take me long to search her out. “I want answers.” I knew Coby would tell me everything that had happened. As much as I didn’t want to hear it, I needed to know so I could help him heal.

  Tina clucked her tongue. “You want to know what I did to your boyfriend.”

  “Yes,” I said even though it wasn’t a question. “Did you fuck him?”

  Her lips turned into a smile. “You know, it’s funny. I brought out the strap on but changed my mind.” She moaned. “He did taste good though.”

  My body buzzed, images of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around his cock soared into my mind.

  “But he wouldn’t come,” she pouted. “As much as I sucked him off, he wouldn’t let go for me. As long as I rode him, he wouldn’t come inside me.” She licked her lips. “He did react to me though. A man can never have only one woman.”

  A breath left me on a whoosh at that revelation.

  “No matter how hard I tried.” She shrugged. “Ask me more. You know you want to.”

  “He fucked you.”

  “Only because I made him,” she pointed at me. “He loves you.”

  “You made him touch you,” I repeated, shaking my head. I knew it happened. I wasn’t stupid but hearing the words made me want to throw up.

  “No. I made him fuck me. Big difference. Only his dick touched me and what a delicious moment it was. Or moments I should say.” She giggled. “I can still taste him on my tongue you know. His salty pre-cum. So fucking divine.”

  I took a step toward her. “He wouldn’t.”

  “Oh, little girl,” Tina rose to her full height. “Don’t be upset. You should be proud. You taught him well. The multiple orgasms he gave me will be something I’ll never forget.”

  I screamed, charging for her. “You fucking whore. I’ll kill you for what you did to him.”

  A maniacal laugh escaped her.

  Forcing her to the ground, I wrapped my hands around her throat but it only caused her to laugh harder. “I hope you die thinking of me,” I growled.

  She choked, the smile still on her face.

  Suddenly, I was on my back with her on top of me.

  Tina grabbed my hands, forcing my arms above my head and knelt between my legs. “You see,” she leaned down to my ear. “I like it rough.” She pushed her hips into mine. “I would have so much fun turning you into my pet.” She licked up the side of my face. “When you kissed him, did you taste my come on his lips?”

  I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut before I pushed her back. “You can tell me whatever you want,” I grit out. “I don’t give a shit but whatever you say, it won’t make me think any less of him.”

  “Really? Is that a challenge?” She sat back, holding my wrists.

  I cried out as a sharp pain shot straight up the length of my arm.

  Her grin widened. “What if I told you that I can still feel him inside of me? Full and thick. Throbbing. Every pulsing vein. He was so damn hard. I could have had him explode inside of me but you all showed up.”

  My stomach tumbled. “So, you raped him. Did it get you off?”

  “Yes,” she licked her full mouth. “Several times. Especially when he fought me. My brother had to hold him down. Too bad he didn’t get a taste before you guys stormed in. Zane would have loved to get a feel of his tight ass.”

  I cried out, taking that as my strength and forced her off me. “I will end you.”

  “Then do it already,” she screamed, staring up at me from the ground. “Kill me.”

  “Tell me why the hell you did it.”

  “Don’t you know already?”

  “Know what?” I shook my head, attempting to grasp this whole situation before I completely lost it.

  “He begged me. He told me he would do anything as long as I left you out of it. That man loves you but fucked me to keep you safe. How does that make you feel, Brogan?”

  Numb. Completely and utterly numb.

  I felt lost.

  Tina’s words floated around me, jabbing me every so often with their taunting.

  Coby fucked her.

  He didn’t have a choice. I got that. But it still made question everything I knew about us.

  When I smelled her on him, I already knew just how far she had gone with him but it still didn’t make me feel any better when the confession left her lips.

  Tina stared into my eyes, her mouth moving over words I couldn’t hear.

  Her slender fingers wrapped around my throat. “I’m going to enjoy watching the life leave your body,” she whispered in my ear. Her mouth grazed the length of my jaw before reaching my mouth. Crushing her lips to mine, her fingers tightened.

  A gasp escaped me as her tongue invaded my mouth while the air was forced from my lungs.

  “Hmm …” she moaned. “You taste just as good as he does. I wish I could have you both together but alas, that can’t happen. You’ve seen too much. You forced my brother to disappear.”

  “I’ll find him,” I croaked, digging my nails into her hands. “And I’ll kill him.”

  “Maybe so,” she fisted my hair in her hand, pulling my head back. “Fight me, Brogan. I like it.”

  I screamed, shoving my body against her but the weight of the past couple of days took its toll on me.

  Tina laughed. “Maybe I should see what has him so addicted to you,” she purred, inching her hand up under my shirt.

  “Fuck you,” I pushed against her, forcing the strength from within and had her beneath me in a matter of seconds. “I’m going to destroy you,” I wrapped my hands around her throat, gasping in fresh bursts of air.

  Her eyes widened, popping out of her head. She struggled beneath me, digging and clawing at my hands and arms.

  “You’ve messed with the wrong woman,” I snarled. “And I don’t share. At all. Whatever you think you got from Coby will be nothing compared to what I’m going to give you.”

  Her screams slid over my skin, heating me from the inside out.

  Taking all my frustration, anger, every emotion I had felt over the past couple of months, on her body and mind. She may have fucked my boyfriend but I was going to fuck her soul.

  Sliding my blade into the gunshot wound Coby had given her, our wrath melted together.

  Tina pleaded for her life, breaking down into that shy timid girl hidden by the barriers of hate.

  “Did you listen to Coby when he begged?” I pulled the blade out of her side and pushed it against her throat. “Did you listen to him when he told you to get off him? When he pleaded for you not to fuck him?”

  “He wanted it,” she croaked out. “He wanted everything I had to give him.”

  “Yeah? And how about you?” I placed a hard peck on her mouth. “Do you want everything I have to give you?”

  Tears welled in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks while she gulped and gasped for air. “He loved the feeling of my pussy.”

  “But he’s a man,” I tapped the blade against her cheek. “They can’t handle only one pussy. Isn’t that what you said?”

  “I was enough for him,” she pushed her face against the blade, a drop of crimson liquid erupting from the small cut on her cheek.

  “You were never enough.” Not wanting to hear anymore, I slid the knife in a quick move over her throat.

  She sputtered, blood bubbling from her lips while what little soul she had left, faded from her eyes.

  Rising to my feet, I wiped the blade off on
my shirt and stuck it in the back pocket of my pants. Although she was gone and she paid for what she did to Coby, I didn’t feel better. Relief pushed on my shoulders that she would no longer be an issue but Zane was still missing. Charles was nowhere to be found and Coby and I had a lot of shit to deal with.

  But for now, I would take reprieve in the fact that Tina Birtch was dead.

  I avenged Coby and now I needed to confront him over the new revelations that had been revealed to me.

  The battle we dealt with on a day to day basis had officially turned into a full-blown war.

  Once I left the compound, I approached Coby.

  Greyson sat with him in the back of the van while the other men stood around the van.

  Coby and I locked eyes.

  He looked away, his body shuddering under my stare.

  Greyson took that as his cue and left the vehicle. He instructed his club to leave but other than that, I didn’t hear any more of what was being said.

  Once I crawled into the van and shut me in with Coby, the weight of the night came down hard on my shoulders.

  “You know,” Coby said, his voice thick.

  “I know.” I met his gaze that time. As much as he needed me, as much as I wanted to crawl into his arms and stay there forever, I couldn’t.

  “Brogan,” he shook his head and sat up straighter, wincing at the sudden movement. “I’m sorry.”

  “I know,” I whispered, ringing my hands together in my lap.

  “I don’t know what else I can say but I’ll show you for the rest of my fucking life how sorry I am.”

  My vision blurred. “Tell me it didn’t mean anything. Tell me you didn’t enjoy it. Tell me you saved that part of yourself for me. Tell me … tell me you love me.”

  “Fuck, baby.” He took a deep breath, averting my gaze. “It didn’t mean shit.” That time, he looked at me. “I could never enjoy someone else. Every part of me belongs to you and only you. I love you. I worship the ground you fucking walk on. I am yours. I am so damn sorry.”

  A sob escaped me but I still couldn’t go to him. Fuck. “I see you with her.” I looked at him through my tears. “I love you with my every breath but … she took you from me and replaced my touch with hers.”

  “No,” he shouted, slamming his fist on the floor of the van. “Your touch is embedded in my skin. Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”

  “You fucked her, Coby,” I cried, my body wracking with bone crushing sobs.

  “She would have killed me or worse.”

  “Nothing is worse than that.”

  “Yes, there is.” His breath hitched. “She threatened your life. It was me or you. I chose myself. She told me what she would do to you. She would force me to watch. She … fuck … I should have just let her kill me because the pain I’m feeling right now over you blaming me, is worse than death.”

  “I don’t blame you,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

  “Why are you sorry?” He reached for me. “Can I touch you?”

  I threw myself in his arms, needing his touch more than ever.

  “I’m sorry, little one,” he whispered in the crook of my neck, hugging me as tight as he could with his damaged body. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault. None of this is. I’m sorry for what she did to you. I’m sorry you were the victim in all of this.” I cupped his cheeks, kissing all over his face. “I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. You did nothing wrong, baby.”

  “I still feel guilty.”

  “Don’t.” Digging my nails in his hair, I pulled his head back and crushed my mouth to his.

  He grunted.

  I didn’t care that he was in pain. I didn’t care that he was beaten down or that pieces of him were broken. That dark sadistic side of me needed to remind him who he belonged to. That he was mine and I was his. It was a battle in my head because I knew it wasn’t right. I should let him rest. But I couldn’t. So I did the only thing I knew how. I kissed him harder.

  Shoving my tongue in his mouth, I sucked and pulled, nipping and sinking my teeth into his skin until a growl escaped him. “You’re mine,” I whispered against his mouth. A possessive cry left me and I forced him back.

  His good eye became dark, the pupil dilating. “Hit me, Brogan.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. But instead of hitting him, my fist connected with the wall of the van before I could stop myself. The sound reverberated through the van, bouncing off the walls before slamming into my heart. The pain was nothing like I had felt before. It was agony and pleasure all at once, blending together in a delicious heat.

  “I’m so fucking mad,” I cried, tears burning down my cheeks.

  Coby pulled me against him. “Show me how mad you are. Hit me. Beat me. But don’t ever stop loving me.”

  “I could never stop loving you. I hate her. I hate what she’s done to you. But I could never be mad at you over this. It’s not your fault.” My cries for what was done to him, hardened, giving me what little strength I had left.

  Coby wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body against him and covered my mouth with his. His tongue forced its way between my lips, stroking hard against mine.

  Shoving him back, I straddled his lap and pushed my lower body onto his.

  He winced, his face twisting with pain but his cock jumped.

  I was momentarily surprised that he was still able to react to my touch with how beaten up he was. It proved to me right then, that no matter what, we would always be together as one.

  “You will forget her,” I told him. “Everything she did to you, I will replace with my touch. You’re mine, Coby. Only mine.”

  “I am,” he snarled against my mouth.

  “I don’t care that you’re in pain.” I sat back just enough so I could slide my pants down one leg. “I don’t care that you’re broken.”

  He watched my every movement, nodding after each sentence that left my mouth.

  “I killed her.” I cupped his jaw, dropping my body onto his.

  He shouted, trembling beneath me.

  Digging my fingers into the hair at his nape, I held his head and watched his eyes all the while fucking him hard. It was sick and disturbing. The blood on our bodies mixing as one while the scent of our pleasure wafted into my nose. I no longer cared about anything else and embraced that darkness inside of me that I had spent my whole life running from.

  Coby was mine.

  “I’m the only woman you come for,” I told him, taking what I needed from his body.

  “Yes,” he leaned his forehead against mine, his hot breath brushing over my face. “Take me, Brogan. Fuck me how you want.”

  His words gave me the strength to move forward. To move on.

  My hips circled against him.

  His cock lengthened, filling me to the point stars danced in my vision.

  But this wasn’t about sex.

  Tina had taken Coby from me and used him for her own twisted pleasure. She raped him and forced him to fuck her.

  “Don’t shut me out, Brogan,” he growled. “Fuck me. Yell at me. Give me your wrath. I’ll even take your fucking hatred. As long as you love me, I’ll take everything you have to give me but don’t close up on me.”

  “I don’t hate you,” my voice softened. “I could never hate you. It’s not your fault. Not your fault at all.”

  “I love you,” he whispered, thrusting his hips upwards.

  “This is mine,” I rode him hard. “This is all mine.”

  “Yes,” he shouted, the chords in his neck straining. “Yours. So fucking yours, it hurts.”

  His breathing quickened, his body hardening even more under my rough touch.

  “You’re going to come for me, Coby. Give me the orgasm you refused to give her.”

  Suddenly his hand was in my hair, tugging my head back. His jaw was tight, his eye dark to the point of black.

  I released him, waiting. For what I wasn’t sure. The air of dominanc
e surrounded us. It was a battle that neither of us could win. I wanted to dominate him for fucking her and he wanted to dominate me because it was in his nature. And I knew this battle wouldn’t end. I was just waiting for it to turn into a full out war.

  ***

  (Coby)

  For the first time in my life, I needed give my power and control to someone else. The desire to have Brogan take everything she needed from me, forced me into a submissive state.

  Fisting her shirt in my hand, I pulled her against me and slid her body back down the length of my cock.

  When she had first touched me, my body reacted to hers. Her look of surprise showed she wasn’t expecting it. But little did she know, I could be on my fucking death bed and I would still become hard as a rock for her.

  Digging my fingers into her hips, I guided her up and down my length.

  Brogan’s breath caught but she remained silent as she rode me hard.

  I craved her wrath. Sex didn’t solve anything but right now, it was all we had.

  “Make me come, little one,” I said, leaning my forehead against hers.

  She whimpered, her body tightening around mine.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  “And I love you.”

  Wrapping my arms around her, I held her as tight as I could while I thrust my body into hers. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. I wanted to bathe in her scent, forgetting everything that had happened and just be one.

  “Bones are set. Wounds are cleaned and bandaged.” The doctor listed off item after item, like he was reminding himself on what he needed to do to fix me up. He had set me up with a therapist as well, ordering me to see one after I had healed physically. If only my mental state could be fixed just as easy.

  “Coby,” the doctor barked.

  I nodded but didn’t say anything. All I could do was focus on the woman standing a foot away from me.