Welcome to the Dark Side: A Forbidden Romance (The Fallen Men Book 2)

I was too hot.

It confused me in my state of half slumber. I was never too warm. The cancer sometimes gave me hot flashes but mostly, I was always cold. It almost scared me the most—the coldness—because it made me think I was already halfway dead, stiff and frozen but clinging to life.

So, the heat pressed heavy and close around me confused me enough that I opened my eyes.

I saw tattoos.

A long quilted expanse of heavily muscled back covered edge to edge in beautifully detailed body art. In the center was The Fallen emblem, the large demon skull with The Fallen MC arched above it and Entrance, B.C. bracketing it below.

Then the wings.

They started at the edges of the skull but flowed over his shoulder blades and around his tree trunk thick arms. I touched a finger to the perfectly rendered feathers like I had when I was a little girl, filled with the same awe that I had a real-life angel under my hands.

His skin was smooth under the black ink but riddled with small and large scars, the ragged scar from where the bullet we’d shared had passed clean through him and into me, a longer, thin white scar that crossed diagonally from right hip to mid-back that looked like the swipe from a blade and the dozens of little scars breaking up the skin of his knuckles from too many fist fights.

It was a warrior’s body and it was tucked all around me protectively, guarding me even in his sleep with his great big back like a chest plate over my torso, his right leg thrown over my lower body and right arm curled around my hips to tuck me even closer.

No wonder I was hot. The man was a fucking furnace.

I loved it.

In fact, I loved every single thing about the past ten hours with Zeus. From seeing him leaning up against his big black bike with a curl of smoke drifting into the air around his handsome, rugged face, to the way he’d taken me in the kitchen as if he’d die if he didn’t have his hands on me in the very next second. Even the pain, I’d loved. Loved knowing that I was suffering through it to accept him because I knew the best things were always hard to come by and I loved working for it, for him and his monster cock. Finally, I loved the intensity of his need and the totality of his care. He treated me roughly, bending my bendable body just to see how it could form new positions for him to fuck and do it hard, but outside of the sexual, he treated me like gold. Not glass, not like something fragile and overly precious, something to be looked after out of necessity. No, something made of gold; priceless, worthy, but difficult to destroy. He wanted to defile me and defend me in equal terms, a dirty knight in his leather armor.

I’d never experienced anything transcending. My grandfather had always told me that being cured from cancer when I was a little girl was a miracle, that God had heard everyone’s prayers and that I had been saved by the grace of heaven.

I’d never felt that, especially not after being diagnosed a second time.

But I did feel the grace of God last night, a different kind of god, one made of thunder and motor oil and wicked deeds, held together by leather and ink.

It was that kind of god I had transferred my religion to the night before.

I’d always believed that Christianity wasn’t for everyone, that faith was a special and intimate kind of thing that had to occur to you naturally, and express itself through you organically.

Now I knew what deity I’d pray to and die trying to please.

Zeus Garro.

I felt settled in a way that I’d never experienced before, like the last piece of me had aligned and I was finally whole with myself.

I felt calm and sure, so wise I could burst with it.

I knew the feeling would pass because I was seventeen and I may have been through some things but I was no Yoda, but that feeling of completeness would remain as long as I could be with Zeus.

“No thinkin’,” Zeus growled in such a low, barely decipherable meter that I laughed.

He pried an eyelid open to reveal his silver-as-star-shine eye. “Was fuckin’ serious.”

“I know.” I pressed a kiss to his beard and then rubbed my fingers in it just because I could. “But I promise, they’re happy thoughts.”

He grumbled, dragging me further under his body so that my legs were forced open so his hips could slide through. I wrapped my limbs around him and held him to me.

“Fuckin’ better be, I gave you all my best moves last night.”

I laughed. “You liar, I know you were gentle with me.”

He smiled against my neck as he buried his face in my hair and kissed my pulse. “Gotta break you in slow. Don’t want any long-term damage ’cause I plan to have you regular from now on.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked on a gasp as he adjusted his hips and the crown of his hard cock slid against my entrance.

I hadn’t cleaned up after the last time we fucked last night because I was asleep before my orgasm had even fully faded, so a combination of our cum lubricated his way as Zeus notched his head at my cunt and slid home on a smooth, strong glide.

“Yeah,” he rasped as he worked himself slow and lazy in and out of me. “Startin’ right fuckin’ now.”

“Okay,” I breathed, clinging to him and wiggling because my sex ached, but in a way that only the stretch of him inside me could soothe.

He turned my head to take my mouth, plundering it deep and thorough. I loved his tongue in my mouth, how it mimicked his cock in my cunt. When he pulled away from me, I whimpered.

He grinned as he kneeled between my legs, leaned back on his heels so his wet dick was displayed like a trophy in his hand.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl takin’ all’a this in that tight little cunt,” he praised me.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him before me like that.

He was a big man in all other respects, so I should have known he’d be a big man there, but the sight of him naked and erect, so thick and so long with a flared head the size of a plum and just as purple made my mouth water and my heart kick with pride knowing I’d had him inside me. I watched him wrap one of his massive hands around the base of his cock and squeeze before pulling forward to the tip in a smooth, tight motion that brought a pearl of liquid to the crown.

My tongue flicked out against my lower lip as I imagined the taste of that pearl. Would it taste just as briny and smooth as one plucked straight from the sea?

I was desperate to roll it over my tongue, to define the taste of him with my lips.

“You want it, come get it,” he dared me, eyes bright under his dark scowl.

I loved that he looked terrifying in his arousal, the devil that would kill you soon as fuck you. It gave an edge to the sex that made me feel wetter, dirtier, even more alive.

I swung around lithely so that I was on my hands and knees facing him.

“Head down, ass up. Wanna see that sweet peach as you suck me off.”

God.

No one had ever spoken to me like that. It was almost degrading but instead, so fucking hot because I knew this man admired me, cared for me, would kill anyone who disrespected me. His demands, his crude mouth made arousal pool between my legs and leak down my thighs.

His sharp smile told me he knew his effect on me.

“Do it, little girl.”

I groaned, loving the dirtiness. Loving our age difference only like this, between the two of us in bed where he was the big, bad experienced man and I was his eager little girl, so willing to please.

So, please him I fucking well would.

I dipped my head to lick that pearly drop of precum from his tip and moaned at the sensational taste of him.

“Better than a cherry lollipop,” I told him, looking up at him with my mouth hovering over his dick.

His hands lashed out to tangle in my hair. “Let’s see if you can fit it all in your mouth like you can one’a those suckers.”

I knew how to give head. It wasn’t a skill I was going to tell Zeus how or when or with whom I’d acquired it, but it was definitely one I was going to use on him.

First, I used my tongue on him. Just the wet length of it on the tip of him, dipping into the well of his precum, swirling over the defined head and lashing across the sensitive underside. His strong thighs quivered slightly when I opened wide and sunk my mouth down over as much of him as I could fit in my mouth.

I couldn’t take all of him. Nowhere close and I knew it would take practice but for now, I used one hand to jack the base of him and the other to tug lightly at his balls.

When he tipped his head back and groaned long and low, I thanked God for Cosmo magazine.

My mouth watered at the taste of him and I loved the sounds I made over his cock as I tried to fit more and more of him in my mouth, down my throat. I was so into it, I knew if I reached down into the puddle between my legs, I’d come just from tapping my clit.

Before I could do so, Zeus had me tumbling backward, sprawled unlady like on the bed. He was on me in a second, his rough hands gripping my ankles and raising them into the air before spreading them wide into a deep split.

“So fuckin’ flexible,” he groaned as he held me lewdly open for him.

We watched together as he sank his dick deep inside me then slowly took it all the way out again before repeating it over and over. It was slow, deep and so fucking hot my legs shook in his grasp.

“Watch me fuck your cunt,” he demanded, his hair a crazy gorgeous mess around his frowning face, his muscled chest gleaming with sweat.

I tried to strain against him, get him to fuck me harder but he held me still and instead of moving faster, he ended each stroke on a grinding motion that rubbed his rough pubic hair against my sensitive clit.

“That’s it, little girl. Come for Daddy,” he growled.

Immediately, I was gone. The bottom fell out of my mind and I went free-falling into hot, sparkling oblivion. Vaguely, I was aware that I was sobbing with pleasure and Zeus had closed my legs together to create a tighter vice around his now-pounding cock.

I came to slightly just in time to see him come.

His bronze skin shone in the morning light, highlighting the contorted plane of his forehead, contrasting the deep red of his mouth as it open to let loose a low roar of completion as he shot off warm and deep inside my still grasping cunt.

He dropped to his forearms on either side of me, his face achingly handsome as he smiled lazily at me. He dropped a kiss to my breastbone then ran his fingers lightly across my forehead and into my hair as he stared down at me.

“Mornin’, little warrior.”

My heart stopped, tried to restart and failed. I took a deep painful breath before it kicked back into gear.

“Morning, monster,” I said, smiling back at him.

“Pickin’ you up tonight again. Don’t care what time it’s gotta be, want you in my bed tonight.”

Warmth flooded me. “Yeah, okay. Will we come here again?”

He rubbed at his mouth like I’d noticed he did when he was worried about something. “Yeah, gotta get you introduced proper to my other girl before I take you home to her.”

“Oh, God. I totally forgot about Harleigh Rose,” I told him, my eyes bugging out of my head. “God, how the hell are you going to tell her you’re banging a girl her age?”

He scowled. “First off, I’m not bangin’ you. I’m fuckin’ you regular and I plan to do it for a long fuckin’ time to come. I also plan to take you out for sustenance between fucks and teach you to party like I said I would ’fore we fucked ’cause I’m a man of my word. I know it’s gonna be fuckin’ complicated but I was serious last night, Lou. You’re my woman now. Maybe you don’t understand that.”

“Maybe I don’t,” I agreed, too afraid to hope or guess at what being an MC biker’s woman could mean.

“You’ll be my old lady. You’ll stand by my side at club parties, at functions. You’ll sleep in my bed as much as possible until I can get it so you do that every damn night. You’ll meet my kids and suffer through that drama with me ’cause they’re my life and so’re you. You’ll take my cock whenever I want to give it to you and you’ll take my words whenever I need to give ’em to you. And when I’m an asshole, ’cause I’m a man and I got that in me to give, you’ll give me a piece of your mind and then forgive me.”

“So we’re, like, dating?” God, I sounded like a kid but I didn’t know enough biker speak to translate what he was saying into English I could digest. And this was too important to misunderstand.

His full lips twitched and he bit on the bottom one to keep himself from laughing. “Sure, kid, we’re datin’.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Z. This is important!”

“Not bein’ an asshole, Loulou, just enjoyin’ the fuck out you, outta this. Figure I’ll be laughin’ and smilin’ a whole helluva lot more from now on.”

“Wow,” I whispered as I hit the wall of his sincerity and had the indignation knocked right out of me. “Sometimes you’re so sweet, I forget you’re a monster.”

His grin turned dangerous. “Don’t got time to remind you just now how dangerous I am, and you’re probably sore as shit, but think I can work somethin’ out for tonight.”

“I’m your girlfriend,” I told him, awed and unable to move on from it just yet.

This was my childhood dream come true after all, so I cut myself some slack.

“Old lady,” he corrected.

I wrinkled my nose. “I think between the two of us, you’re the old one, Z.”

He laughed loudly. “Fuck if that ain’t true. It’s what we call the women we got that we don’t plan to share or drop, ever. It’s good, yeah?”

“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ve got a lot to learn about biker culture.”

“We’ll get started on your lessons tonight. Wanna tell my kids sooner rather than later ’bout you so let’s get you up to speed quick.”

“Scared shitless about that,” I admitted.

“That makes two of us,” he said but he was grinning and doing it so wide, the beauty of it took my breath away. “Now, gotta get you to school, gotta get myself to the Compound and gotta do it quick ’cause we slept late. You need me to forge a note or somethin’ so you don’t get in trouble at school?”

I laughed. “No, thanks, Dad. I won’t get in trouble.”

I wouldn’t because Headmaster Adams was a dear family friend but also because the faculty was used to my lateness and absences. They all knew I had cancer.

My lover though, did not.

“Watch that mouth, little girl, or I’ll put it to better use, yeah?” He glowered at me but his grey eyes were bright with warmth.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Whatever.”

“Whatever, she says,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You a teenage girl or the woman who’s all woman I took to my bed last night twice and again this mornin’?”

“Both, and you love it, you dirty old man,” I said as I leaned up to nip him on the chin. “Now get off me so I can have a shower and get ready for school.”

He rolled off me but stayed in bed, propped up against the headboard with his bulging arms behind his head, the sheet pooled in his lap. I stopped for a minute to stare at the beauty of him like that, covered in my blood, sweat and cum and never more gorgeous.

“Thought you were in a rush.”

“The day I can’t take a minute to appreciate something of beauty is the day I don’t want to be alive,” I told him primly before turning on my heel and skipping into the bathroom.

His laughter followed me.