The Broken Pieces of Us (The Devil's Dust #2.1)

“Locks, this way, baby,” a voice coos from the other side of the door, following Locks’ laughter. The second Locks thinks I’m gone, he’s humping on a cunt-cake. Fuck it. I close my eyes and grab hold of Bull’s neck, pressing his lips to mine.

“That’s my girl,” Bull mumbles against my lips.

I push on Bull, making him stumble onto the bed. My hands fumble with his belt, my heart stammering against my chest; scared we might get caught. Sometimes I wish we would. Get it over with, take the wrath of the club after finding out we broke club laws, and move forward. It seems like no matter how hard I try to move forward, I can’t, not when I am living a life of nothing but secrets.

Bull grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, his hands grabbing on to my red bra. He pulls the cups down, making my breast pop out and lift to attention.

“Fuck yeah,” Bull whispers, taking one into his mouth. He sucks on my nipple, the cool air rushing against the moisture his mouth leaves behind. He gently bites down on my breast, causing just enough pain to make me gasp. I grab at the waist of his jeans and pull them downward. Instantly, his cock springs free, waiting for the taking. He leans down and wraps his arm around my waist and stands, my legs wrapping around his frame as he plows us against the dresser, making shit fall everywhere. His lips peck up my neck, causing a slight burn from his abrasive beard.

“You are too good for any of us,” Bull whispers against my skin, causing goose bumps to rise.

“Shut up,” I demand, out of breath, kicking my heels off. I lean my neck back, giving Bull access to the tender skin. He brushes kisses up my neck before licking and sucking on the spot right under my ear, causing a fire to bloom in my lower stomach. He grabs my jeans and quickly unbuttons them. Shimmying them down my legs, he throws them over his shoulder. He runs his hands up my legs slowly and hooks his fingers into my panties, pulling them off agonizingly slow, making the hair stand up on my neck. He grabs me by the ass and lifts me off the dresser, his mouth licking and sucking at my left nipple as he moves us. He trips over one of my heels and has us crashing into a wall, my back screaming from the impact. Just as I’m about to suggest going to the bed where it’s safe, he impales me with his length.

“Oh!” I moan loudly.

“Yeah, baby!” Bull grunts in the crook of my neck. He grips my hips tightly and pulls me up and down on his dick. I tighten my hold on his neck, my head lolls back, and I cry out with pleasure.

Bull turns us and heads for the bed. We flop on the bed, me on bottom and Bull on top, his dick never leaving me. He grabs my legs and places them on his broad shoulders as he pistons his hips quickly. He looks down between us, watching as he enters and withdrawals from my warmth. His lips are parted slightly as he pants, and his forehead is wrinkled with concentration. He slides his gaze from us to my eyes, and that look of really seeing me, the feeling it gives me, I know I am falling in love with Bull. My hands grip the sheets as I feel my pussy tighten around his cock, my toes curl, and the overbearing pressure has me crying out his name.

Just as I come down from ecstasy, Bull follows with his own. Falling on top of me, grunting, his body tensing.

“Damn,” Bull mutters, out of breath. He rolls over, pulling me on top of him, and rubs his hands up and down my back slowly.

“If we didn’t live this Hell, lived a normal life, Delilah, you’d be mine,” he whispers, the sincerity of his voice making me gasp. That’s just it though; we do live in Hell, and in Hell, there is no escaping the damaging things it brings. I’m in love, and can’t fully be in love because I’m already owned by a Devil.

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I wake up in bed alone again. I spent the night with Bull the night I slept with him. He nuzzled his nose right into my neck and held me close all night. It was a few days ago, but now when I come home and sleep, it’s lonelier than ever. At least I don’t have to accommodate Locks anymore. He pretty much stays at the club. He comes and gets clothes and food here and there, but that’s it. This thing between Bull and me, how long do we have to keep it a secret? Forever? I grab my low cut, silk black shirt, blue jeans, and low cut boots. I put on my makeup, leave my hair down, and head for the club. Bull will be up for his coffee soon.

I pull up to the club and get out. The air is thick with humidity, making it hard to breathe today. I push the doors open to the club and stop. There is blood trickled on the wooden floor. Well, I think it’s blood. It’s dried and damn near black. That’s going to be hard to get up.

“Safe house was attacked.” I look up and find Shadow sitting at the counter with a coffee mug in hand, arm bandaged up. “Bull had Shadow and Bobby take Dani and her mother to the safe house, get them out of the club for a while.”

“Oh, shit, you okay?” I drop my bag and hurry to him, looking his arm over.

“Yeah. I grabbed a bullet, but Dani is safe,” he replies, eyeing his arm.