Chapter Eleven
“Can you grab this, Kitten?” I turn to look at Demon. He’s holding out one of the small bags to me.
“Why do you call me that?” I ask as I grab the bag.
“Because you have claws and I like it,” he says with a genuine smirk on his face.
I smile back as the others pull up and park their bikes. Cali came with Grinder even though she didn’t really want to. She told me that very rarely will I see her with him though. He will be off finding other women to sleep with and it made me wonder if Demon was going to be the same. I ignored the nagging in the back of my mind and got ready anyway.
“You ready to party?” Evie squeals. She told me this is the first time since the baby was born that she’s been out and left her. Drake wasn’t so sure about leaving her with anyone, but one of the other old ladies is keeping her and Demon said he trusted her with his life. I guess that makes it all okay then although I don’t think I could ever leave my child with anyone else.
“She isn’t partyin’ with you,” Demon tells her. Her eyes widen before she smiles at me. I don’t know what the hell she’s smiling about.
“What am I doing then?”
“You’re with me, remember? Did I need to give you a reminder of who you came with?” His threat is one I’d like to fulfill, but instead I shake my head no as Evie laughs.
“Just do it, Demon. Claim her ass already.”
“Shut the fuck up, Evie. You don’t know shit about what you’re sayin’ right now.” His words aren’t hurtful. I’m just something different for him right now. I’m not like the other girls. I’ve been around clubs long enough to know what being claimed means and that is not what is happening here. Demon is just having his fun and I suppose in a way I am too.
“Let’s go find our room,” Drake says pulling Evie along with him.
A few people stare as Demon and I walk toward the hotel. They mostly stare at me. I’m not ugly. I know that much and I’ve hated it since I was a kid because it attracts unwanted attention.
“You’re attractin’ all the wrong attention, sweetheart.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? For what? Lookin’ like you climbed off a poster? Fuck that shit, Cheryl. You’re sexy as fuck and it’s gonna make me hard knowin’ none of them assholes get to touch you but me.” His words warm my chest as we walk inside. I wait near the elevator while Demon checks us in. I wonder what his real name is? I wonder if he’d even tell me?
He strolls over and presses the button, ushering me inside when the doors open. I climb in and wait until we get to our floor. The air escapes my lungs when I see he has the top floor all to himself.
“You’re sleeping here?” I gasp when the door opens into the living area.
“We are. I ain’t sleepin’ alone,” he reminds me.
My cheeks heat as I step into the room and take it all in. I’ve never been in anything like this before. The clubhouse is nice and all but this is something more.
“This is amazing.”
“It’s only space. It means nothin’ if you don’t have somethin’ worth havin’ in it.”
Cocking my head to the side, I study the man in his light denim jeans hanging on his hips, his white t-shirt with his cut over the top. He’s different. He’s a biker. He’s something more that I can’t quite put my finger on, but I know this man isn’t like the rest of the men I’ve come across.
“This is just…wow.”
“It’s only material things, Kitten.”
“You aren’t materialistic, are you?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“Not at all. At any second everything you have can be taken away. Material things can be replaced.”
My heart surges inside of me. He’s so different and I’m finding that I like it. I follow behind Demon and drop the bags on the bed. It’s huge. Like bigger than his bed back at the clubhouse.
“Can I take the shorts off now?” I ask. He made me wear shorts under my dress on the ride down here so that if the wind blew it up no one would see a thing.
“You can take it all off now,” he says looking at me with heat in his eyes. I slowly pull the shorts down and kick them to the side. That’s when he moves. He crosses the room in a few long strides until he’s standing in front of me. Even in my heels, he’s taller than me and I like that fact. Some girls are okay with men being shorter but I’m not one of those.
Demon leans down, his fingers tickling my flesh as he slowly drags them up my thigh. When he reaches my hip, I gasp.
“No panties and you tried to get on my bike like that. Was that all for me?” he asks huskily. I nod my head when he steps back and pulls his cut down his arms. He tosses it onto the dresser before slowly peeling his shirt off. I watch the tattoos, the scars, everything as his muscles flex with each movement he makes. God, he’s made for sin.
“You wanna come over here and ride me with that dress on?”
I bite my lip to keep the moan from escaping my lips before slowly moving toward him. He pulls his jeans and boxers down and passes me a condom. I rip it open, and when he lays back on the bed, I slowly roll it down his length before kicking my shoes off. Climbing on the bed, I start to straddle him when he shakes his head no.
“Keep your feet on the mattress,” he says.
I do what he says, slowly lowering myself down his length with a moan. His hands clamp onto my waist, helping me, guiding me until he shoves me down and impales me on his cock. I scream out words that I don’t even know as he lifts me and does it again. Each time he goes deeper. Each time he hits another part of me that I didn’t think he could. I’m a screaming mess when I come too quickly. I’m panting, gasping for air as Demon chuckles beneath me.
“You’re evil,” I whisper.
“I’m the Demon, baby.” Slowly he releases his grip on me and even though my body is still on a high, I swirl my hips. He groans and lays back watching me move. Even in my dress I feel completely exposed to him.
“Who burnt you?”
I don’t want to answer that. I pause for a second not knowing what to say to him. I don’t want to tell him what happened to me and what I’ve done.
“It was a long time ago,” I say softly. My hips stop moving and Demon slaps my thigh. I clench around him before I start moving once more.
“Tell me.”
“My dad.”
“Why?”
Each swirl of my hips pulls him in and just like his cock I can feel him gripping my soul. I don’t want him to do that. I don’t want to let him in. It’s wrong, this all is but he’s kept me around. Is it because I’m not broken yet like the other girls? Does he feel something like I do?
“Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” he demands. I shake my head and he reaches up and grabs my chin. Pulling my face down toward his, he repeats his demand. This time I open my mouth, but before I can speak he kisses me. It’s so soft and gentle - not like Demon. He’s supposed to be rough and harsh but he isn’t. Not with me anyway.
“I was wondering why you keep me around. Why I’m not allowed to fuck the other guys.”