Shoving out of my chair, I leave the office, heading into the main room. I spot her across the room with Evie and the baby again. She seems to spend a lot of time with her and it makes me wonder. The other girls haven’t taken to her aside from Cali and a few select others. And while I have an idea as to who jumped her, she still won’t give me names. For the most part, the majority of the girls don’t like her and I know why. They haven’t gotten their way and into my bed. Fucking the Prez is always high on a whore’s list of things to do.
“We have an announcement to make,” I call out catching everyone’s attention. Amy and her girls stand in the corner eyeing Cheryl before I jerk my gaze to theirs. They have to see the look in my eyes.
“Today somethin’ different is gonna take place. Today, these ladies will be leavin’ the clubhouse.” Just as I say the words, they all gasp and start to cry. Evie smirks when the smell hits me. What the hell is that?
“What the fuck?” Drake asks glancing around. It’s then that I notice why the girls are crying. Shit streams down their legs and onto the floor while Evie laughs hysterically.
“Evie! The fuck did you do?” I ask glaring at her while covering my nose. I was going to let the other girls that didn’t mess with Cheryl have a round at jumping the bitches but this is far more embarrassing than what I had planned. Evie laughs harder, doubled over while Cheryl stands there with her hand over her mouth. She didn’t have a clue what Evie was up to.
“I’m not sorry,” Evie laughs harder. “They had that shit coming. Get it?” The other girls that weren’t on the receiving end of Evie’s prank laugh along with her as they cover their faces. I can’t believe she did that. Amy and her girls turn and rush out of the clubhouse, leaving a mess in their wake.
“What did you do?” I ask her once more.
“Put a little something in their drinks. That’s all they do - drink and shit.” She laughs harder until her face turns red.
“You’re sick,” I remind her. She laughs and flips me off when Drake walks over and wraps his arms around her.
“Not as bloody as I was hopin’ but damn funny,” he says. I walk over to Cheryl and cock my head to the side.
“I didn’t know she was going to do that,” she says quickly.
“Didn’t figure you did. You ready for the rally? Got your bag packed?” She nods her head, still sucking her lips between her teeth to keep from laughing.
“I’m good,” she squeaks out. I shake my head, smile on my face before we both explode into laughter. I nod for her to come to the room and she follows still giggling the whole way.
“You didn’t know about that for real?” I ask her.
“No, but that was hysterical,” she adds.
“I wanted to talk to you a little before we go. You probably heard about fight night, yeah?”
“At the club?”
“No. At the rally. It’s an underground fight ring. We do it every year. I’m doin’ it this year.” I watch her face for a reaction but I don’t get one. She keeps her looks schooled and under control, which bothers me. When she doesn’t say anything, I move to grab the paddle off the wall. Cheryl watches me intently unsure of my next move.
“Bend over the bed,” I tell her huskily. She shakes her head and turns to look at me. The air in the room thickens to the point I can’t breathe.
“Demon?”
“What?” he asks curiously.
“I want you to touch me.”
Those words will be my undoing. Dropping the paddle to the floor, I move toward her rapidly on instinct until I have her in my arms. My lips crash into hers, taking what I’ve been craving since the first time I kissed her. Our tongues tangle as our breathing becomes labored. I’m tearing at her dress, needing it and everything else off her body before doing the same to my own clothes. Her fingers run through my hair, tugging as she kisses me and pulls me against her. Her lips travel down my neck, bumps erupting on my skin. She feels so fucking good with her hands all over me. My hands move to cup her breasts through her bra and I groan at the feeling of her hardened nipples pressing through it.
Shoving her roughly onto the bed, her body bounces as I climb on in between her thighs. With my cock in hand, I stroke her pussy and watch the wetness glisten before sliding the tip in. Cheryl gasps but I stop. Grabbing a condom from the table I quickly slide it on. Back between her thighs, I slide into her watching her for her reaction. Her eyes widen, her lips part and air rushes past her lips.
I’m not easy with her. I can’t be. I fuck her into the mattress, her legs wrapping around my waist as I do. Her heels dig into my ass urging me to get deeper and I do. I hit her in just the right spot until I feel her body begin to tremble. Then I slow my strokes and ease in and out of her.
“Demon,” she whines and I know she was close. Just as she whimpers again, I slam into her all the way. Her body arches, her legs tighten and she comes all over my cock like a good little girl. My balls pull up tight just as I release inside of her. We’re both panting for air when I lean down and suck on her neck, trying to come down from that high.
“You didn’t use any of your stuff,” she whispers.
“I don’t know why but with you I don’t feel like I need it. I just needed inside of you,” I tell her the truth. I’ve always been into bondage and things like that but something inside of me, a switch flipped and I needed inside of her more than I needed the damn high from hurting her.
“Don’t change for me.” Her words send a chill down my spine. I didn’t think I changed anything for her, but the fact that I didn’t use any of my whips or canes on her tells me otherwise. I slide of out of her and pull the condom off before tossing it into the trash by the bed before rolling back toward her.
“Cigarette burns,” I say softly before letting my fingers linger over each one lining her stomach. She quickly tries to move to cover them but I don’t let her. This isn’t the time to be shy. “Tell me about them.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a past I don’t want to talk about,” she says softly but I can hear the pain in her voice.
“Fine. Not right now but one day you’re gonna tell me,” I say truthfully. She nods her head when I lean over and kiss her once more.
“The pin up girl thing. What’s with that?” I ask a question that I hope she will answer.
“I’ve always been intrigued by them. They were gorgeous. I remember looking at the ones that hung in our garage and thinking I want to look just like that when I was older. I wanted to be like them. So beautiful.” A tear slides down her cheek that I quickly brush away.
“You are beautiful, Cheryl.”
“They were just a distraction from everything else. I used them in a way.”
“Nothin’ wrong with that.”
“Thanks for what you were going to do with the girls. I know I don’t deserve special treatment.”
“You deserve respect, which is more than what they were givin’ you. They got what the deserved. Maybe a little more with what Evie did.” I laugh a little thinking about Evie doing that. That girl is lethal in her own right and I find myself wanting to keep Cheryl around.