Giving It to the Bad Guy (Saints and Sinners MC Book 3) Read online

  “I do have some business, but it’s more for me to handle it, and you to fucking listen.” Saint kicked out the table and grabbed the man around the throat, drawing him to his feet. “You see, Wallace, I don’t like women beaters, and I really don’t like fuckers like you that use their fists on our women.” He grabbed his gun out of his pocket and pressed it against the man’s lips.

  “The club is changing you, and you don’t even see it.”

  Saint forced her words to the back of his mind. She had no place here.

  Wallace had no choice but to open his mouth as he pressed the point of the gun into his mouth. “You see, Wallace, you think you can get away with everything. You’ve got a little file on the Saints and Sinners MC, and you think you can beat Melissa into submitting to you. What do you think we’ve got on you?” He nodded at Pea. “It seems to me, Wallace, you’ve got a gambling habit. You’re pretty much broke. People don’t like you, and you like fucking young women, don’t you? I have to say, Melissa is a little old for your tastes. You’re not into kids, but you’re into them being young. Is that so you can control them, Wallace? Smack them around so they don’t have a clue how to fight back.”

  Pea stood behind him and showed the thick file that Saint had made on the councilman. “Do you really think I’d start business with a man I don’t know anything about? Go ahead, Wallace, call the cops on Pea, call them on the club. My lawyer has a copy of this file, and he’s been given permission to release it to everyone in town, not to mention the video footage.” In the background, Zeus pressed play, and Wallace’s disgusting groans filled the silence. “No one would believe you, Wallace. You’re a fucking crook, and you’d be the one rotting in a cell, not us. You’re done with the club. Pea will be going back to your office, and you will give him everything you have.”

  Saint removed his gun but kept it pointed at him.

  “I want that shit,” Wallace said.

  Saint shook his head. “You’ve not got a chance. If I even see a cop looking at me in the wrong way, I will send this out, and make sure you’re destroyed.”

  “Don’t leave, Natasha.”

  “Saint, this man you’re becoming, he’s dangerous. I don’t trust you anymore. You don’t even see what you’re doing is wrong. I’ve got to go before you hurt me as well.”

  Saint stepped back, and watched as Pea, Willy, and Zeus followed Wallace out of the club. He didn’t stay around to talk, he left going to his office, and slamming the door shut. Sitting behind his desk, he ran a hand down his face, trying to clear his thoughts. He hadn’t thought about her in so long.

  She was the only woman he’d ever begged to stay, and she was the only woman who had ever walked away from him.

  ****

  Melissa sat in her sitting room, waiting for Pea to get home. She hadn’t heard from the club nor had she heard from Wallace. Pressing some frozen peas to her face, she flicked through the channels. Each second that passed made her even more nervous.

  She didn’t want Pea to get hurt, and she didn’t want him to get sent to prison. When they were together, they had fun, and she liked the life that he’d given her.

  Yeah, most women would have run the other way at his cheating, but she hadn’t been ready to settle down with just Pea. Their arrangement was strange, yet it worked.

  The front door opened, and she sat up. On her way toward the door, Pea made her pause as he came through.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “Wallace won’t be bothering you again.”

  She stared down at his hands to find his knuckles were cut. Reaching out to grab his hand, she stared at the damage. “What did you do?”

  “You’re not going to be able to sleep with him again.”

  “I don’t care about that.” She led him up toward the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit beneath the sink. Melissa wasn’t any expert but a few cuts she could clean up. Making Pea sit on the toilet seat, she got to work, cleaning away his cuts. “Are we safe?”

  “Yeah, we’re safe. Saint handled it, and I delivered a personal message.”

  “Will he try to hurt you?”

  “Mel, baby, you need to learn that I can take care of myself, and if I can’t do it, the club will, okay?”

  Hurt by his words, she tried to focus on cleaning his wounds. She thought about her sister. Rage would never dream of telling Penny not to take care of him.

  Pea sighed and cupped her chin. He forced her to look at him, and she couldn’t pull away. “That’s not what I meant, baby. Fuck, this is not—ugh, you don’t need to worry about me, or about the club. That fucker hurt you, and I wasn’t there to protect you. Do you want a divorce?”

  “What? No.”

  “Okay, I just wanted it out there.”

  She finished repairing the damage he’d made to his fingers. Part way through she knelt down to finish the job. He pressed his head against hers, and sighed. “We’re a fucked up pair, aren’t we?”

  “Yeah, we are,” she said, agreeing with him.

  “No one will hurt you, Mel. You’re mine, never forget that.”

  Chapter Nine

  One month later

  Sarah screamed as she ran through the apartment naked with only a plain towel to cover her. Knife was chasing after her, and for good reason. She had enjoyed a long hot shower, and while Knife was having his, she’d walked in, flushed the toilet, and then opened the door throwing freezing cold water over him.

  Spinning around, she faced him. He was completely naked. His cock was already hard, and her pussy grew slick. They had been living together for the past month, and the one night a week them sharing a bed had soon changed to every single night.

  “You little witch,” he said.

  With his large muscular form, his ink standing out, and the water from his shower dripping down his body, she couldn’t regret for a second moving in with him. Knife was one sexy man, and he was all hers. She found that with Knife, she trusted him. Not once had he even shown an interest in other women, and when she was with him, he treated her as if she was the only woman in the world.

  She giggled. “Come and get me, baby,” she said, spinning around to slap her own ass.

  Knife charged her, and she screamed, releasing the towel as she jumped over a chair. She ran toward the bedroom ready to put the lock in place, but before she even entered the room, Knife grabbed her around the waist lifting her up in his arms.

  “Let me go,” she said, laughing.

  “Not happening, baby. As punishment, you’re going to submit to me now. You were asleep last night, and I didn’t get the pleasure of your pussy, ass, or mouth. I’m going to be changing that.”

  He dropped her to the bed, and she scrambled up on her knees. “What makes you think I’m going to give it to you?”

  Knife wrapped his fingers around his cock, and started to run his hand up and down the length. Unable to help herself, she licked her lips. “Because you can’t even handle me touching myself without imagining my dick in your mouth. You want to suck me, don’t you, babe?”

  She nodded, crawling to the bed, and dropping down off the end. Staring up at him, she opened her mouth.

  “Fuck me, Sarah. You’re a dream come true.”

  The month she had been with Knife had been perfect, or at least for the most part it had been perfect. She knew the real man that he was, but she’d also discovered what he did for the club. Late one night he’d come back to the apartment drunk. He’d not hurt her, nor had he even given her a cause to be afraid. Knife would never hurt her. Before he would go to bed, he had wanted to tell her what he did at the club. He told her about his control with the drugs runs, and how he worked to keep it out of town. Knife also admitted to killing people. His admission hadn’t been all that much of a surprise. She didn’t believe for a second that he was any kind of saint. Clubs lived by their own rules. All she cared about was the man who lived with her. She wanted him to be a good man, even if he was a good bad man.

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�You want my dick?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  He pressed the leaking tip against her tongue, and she closed her lips around the length.

  “You’re fucking perfect, baby.” He released a hiss, and she looked up at him as she took him to the back of her throat, moaning as she did. She loved the salty, musky taste of his cock as he glided over her tongue.

  Knife started to thrust his hips against her, and she took more of his cock, taking her time as he went down her throat.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  He stroked his fingers through her hair, and moved down to wrap the length around his fist. Slowly, he started to fuck her throat.

  “Did you know that you could be this dirty, Sarah?” he asked.

  She had already told him that she loved it when he talked dirty to her.

  “You’re the reason I come home every night. Since you’ve come back into my life, there isn’t anyone else, just you.” He started to thrust a little faster into her mouth. She let her mouth go slack so that she could take all of his impressive length. Blowing Knife was no easy feat. “When you’ve swallowed all of my cum, I’m going to spread you out on the bed, and lick your sweet cunt until you come all over my face. You’re not allowed to touch that pussy until I come, and you have to swallow every single drop.”

  She hummed her agreement and started to suck him hard. Knife had a master tongue, and he always knew what to do to bring her off quickly.

  “Yeah, babe, suck my dick.” He held her hair tightly as he pumped into her mouth. She cupped his balls, using her other hand to work his cock. Her saliva coated his length, and she used it to guide her hand over his dick. Working up and down, she moaned as he hit the back of her throat.

  “Fuck, it has been too long since I came in that mouth of yours. I think once I’ve let you come, I’m going to take that ass of yours.”

  She had only taken his fingers, and she had tried to tempt him to fuck her ass. Even though he was big, Knife knew exactly what to do to turn her on.

  “Are you ready, baby? I’m going to explode down your throat, and I expect you to swallow every single drop. Don’t let any of this go to waste.”

  Her pussy was on fire, and she squeezed her thighs together. Relaxing her throat, she pulled away so only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. He exploded, and she started to swallow, doing her best not to let a single creamy drop escape.

  When she had milked him completely, she sat back, licking her lips. He didn’t give her a chance to climb on the bed. Knife lifted her up, pulling her onto the bed, and make sure she was perched on the edge. He opened her thighs wide, and she moaned as he captured her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Knife didn’t stop there. He moved down, plunging his tongue into her pussy.

  Lying back on the bed, she closed her eyes as he continued to tease her body. When his tongue wasn’t on her clit, his fingers were. The same went for inside her pussy. He thrust fingers inside her, and tongued her nub, sucking it into his mouth, and then smashing his tongue against her clit.

  She just couldn’t hold back.

  After a few strokes, she came apart, pressing her pussy against his mouth. He wouldn’t let up, and he pushed her to a second orgasm. Only when he was finished did he pull away. Knife wasn’t done with her. He flipped her onto her stomach, moving her so that her knees were on the floor.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, following his movements without actually leaving her place.

  “It’s time I took your ass, don’t you think?” He came back with a condom and lube. She took the condom, tearing into the foil, and turning to roll the length on his now stiff cock. Knife seemed to be in a constantly aroused state. It was one of the things she loved about him. Obviously, there were a lot of other things she loved about him, but his cock was a big deal. Sarah hadn’t told him about her feelings, and she didn’t know when she would. Part of her was afraid to burst the bubble that had developed around them. There was a lot more fun to be had before their feelings got in the way.

  When his cock was covered, she turned back going into position.

  “I want you to reach behind you and spread those ass cheeks wide for me, baby.”

  Sarah groaned as she grabbed her ass, spreading the cheeks wide for him. She let out a little yelp when the cold gel hit her cheeks. Knife spread the lube all across her anus, and pushed some inside her as well, coating her well.

  She heard some movement, and then his fingers were gone when the tip of his cock pressed against her ass.

  Pressing out, she closed her eyes as she concentrated on Knife. His cock was so large, and she was a little worried that he wasn’t going to fit. She bit her lip in order to contain her moans.

  “Relax, baby. You can take me.”

  Sarah wasn’t so sure. His cock was big. Knife took his time, going past her tight ring of muscles before sliding inside her. His hands held onto her hips, and he pushed the last few inches inside her ass.

  “You’re tight, baby. We’re going to take this slowly.”

  He stayed still for a few seconds allowing her to get accustomed to the size of his cock. Closing her eyes, she kept hold of her ass, spreading herself for him. Even though there was slight pain, the pleasure made it worth it.

  “Your ass is squeezing me, Sarah. Are you ready for me to move?”

  “Yes.” She released the word with a moan, and Knife started to rock inside her at first. He took his time, thrusting his cock in and out of her.

  Knife slipped a hand between her thighs stroking over her clit.

  Only when she started to press back against his cock, did he start to take her a little harder, fucking her ass.

  She took over, teasing her clit, and Knife continued to fuck inside her ass. The pressure was out of this world, and it took her breath away.

  There was no pain, only pleasure, and she came apart on his cock, fingering her pussy at the same time. Knife grunted in her ear, and she felt his cock pulse jets of cum into the waiting condom. It was one of the most intense moments of her life, and she just knew without a shadow of a doubt, that her life was meant to be with him.

  ****

  Knife sat at the back of the warehouse on the raised bleachers watching the fight. Liam, one of the Saints and Sinners Prospects, was fighting with one of the college boys who liked to make a quick buck on the side. Shawl had no problem taking in college boy fighters, providing they could prove that they knew how to handle themselves.

  The warehouse was crawling with a lot of people, and he’d clocked a great many of the Saints and Sinners in the building. Like always, Saint was leaning against the changing room for his boy watching the fight with that bland expression he always wore.

  Pipe moved up to take a seat beside him. His Prez was usually by the main fighting ring, keeping shit locked tight. Knife spotted Shawl doing the job, and turned to look at Pipe. “What’s going on?” he asked.

  “Nothing. I’d say that college kid had a lot going for him,” Pipe said. “I’d take him on as a Prospect any day. Look at the way that kid moves.”

  Knife didn’t know the kid’s name, but he couldn’t deny the skill. Liam was easily matched.

  “I feel bad for the Saints’ kid. He’s getting a pummeling out there,” Pipe said.

  “What brings you here and not at the edge of the fight where you usually are?”

  “Just wanted to come and see how shit is going with Sarah. You’ve moved out of the clubhouse and even given your room up. I wanted to make sure my boy is okay?” Pipe slapped him on the shoulder.

  “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

  “What the fuck?”

  “Yeah, I know, fucked up right? We’ve been living together for over two months, and she has been my entire world from the moment I met her. I’m not giving her up.”

  Ralf kept trying to win her over. There were many times he’d gone to Dirty Deeds only to discover that Ralf had taken her lunch. Obviously, it wasn’t her favorite, but the bastard kept try
ing. If only he could hate the fucker it would make life easier. He trusted Sarah completely. She no longer had any deep feeling for Ralf, but it still didn’t take away the fact she was once in love with him.

  You’re the one she’s wrapped around every single night.

  Sharing an apartment he’d had every intention of allowing her to have her privacy and independence at night. The one night he’d tried, he just couldn’t sleep. In the end, Sarah had come to him, climbing into bed, and cursing him for making it impossible for her to sleep without him.

  “Elena was telling me that she has never seen Sarah so happy. You’re doing something right.”

  “Ralf’s still sniffing around her.” Knife shook his head, hating that he was even worried about her.

  “She’s not even interested in him,” Pipe said. “I stopped by the diner last week, and Ralf arrived as I was picking up Elena. When he tried to sit with her, Sarah declined and left. She’s nice to him, but not overly so.”

  “She’s not trying to put each of us for a fight. She’s not that kind of woman.”

  “No, she’s not. I had to make sure. You’re my guy, Knife, and I know with Sarah you had fallen hard.” Pipe slapped him on the shoulder. “I’ve spoken to Saint about it, and he’s keeping an eye on Ralf.”

  “Do you think he’s unstable?” Knife asked. A couple of the mornings he’d left the apartment for a run, he’d been overcome with the feeling that he was being watched. When he’d looked around, he couldn’t find anyone. Knife had been so convinced of someone watching him that he’d even alerted the doorman who was the main security guard.

  “I don’t know. Ralf’s not shown a history of it, but his woman has never gone off with another man.”

  “She didn’t just go off with me,” Knife said, annoyed. What had happened between him and Sarah had been a gradual thing. He’d been more than ready to commit whereas she hadn’t been in the right place.

  Sarah was currently with Elena at the cabin. He had to be with the club as after the fights he needed to organize the next shipment of cocaine. This was the one area of his work that there were times he regretted. He’d already admitted that he’d killed people to Sarah. The last thing he wanted was to scare her, but he also didn’t want them to have secrets.