By Sin I Rise : Part One (Sins of the Fathers Book 1)

I perched on the windowsill, peering out. As so often I tried to find landmarks that would give me a clue where I was, but the forest around the clubhouse didn’t offer any hints. After ten days in the hands of the bikers, I was starting to give up hope that Dad and Matteo would find me. A floorboard creaked in the corridor, causing me to tense. Whenever Maddox wasn’t around, my nerves were frayed. No matter how insane it was, he protected me. I’d seen the looks the other men gave me, hungry and hateful. I couldn’t expect mercy from them, and even though I’d like to say I didn’t want their mercy, I was terrified of what they might do to me.

“Oh, Spoiled Princess, where are you hiding?” Cody called in a sing-song voice. It was his favorite hobby to lurk around in front of the door when Maddox was gone and torture me with comments of how he’d rape me. He made loud sniffing sounds. “I can smell that Italian pussy. Let a real man fill that dirty hole.”

I made sure not to make a sound. Maybe then he’d go away. Instead he rattled the door handle. Even though I knew he was trying to scare me on purpose, I couldn’t help but feel anxious. Only a door and the bikers’ respect for Maddox kept me safe. Both weren’t things I wanted to rely on.

The longer my captivity took, the higher the chances got that Earl White would eventually snap and hurt me to pressure Dad. I didn’t want to wait for that to happen but escape without Maddox’s help was futile.

He had made it clear that he wouldn’t help me no matter what I did, but at this point, I wondered if I shouldn’t test his theory. I’d heard him murmur my name in his dreams at night.

The roar of an engine turned my head toward the driveway and I couldn’t help but smile when I spotted Maddox on his Harley coming to a stop in front of the porch. He removed his helmet and ran a hand through his unruly hair. I had to admit that the sight of Maddox mounting his beast of a motorcycle was strangely attractive. Even his biker outfit with the cut looked good on him. He swung off his bike then looked up to his window. Our eyes met and my belly twitched in a way I didn’t even want to analyze. I turned away from the window as if I didn’t care that he was back, but the overwhelming relief in my body spoke a very different language.

It was dark and Maddox’s warmth was everywhere. Eventually I rolled over. I could hardly make out his silhouette. The curtains kept too much of the moonlight out. Maddox wanted me, and even if I’d never admit it, I felt attracted to him. Turned on even, as he’d said. I could follow my desire and hope it would save me, or I could deny myself what I wanted and rely on others to save me. Maybe I was a spoiled princess, but I didn’t need a prince to wake me from eternal slumber.

Maddox

The dark seemed to cover us in a cocoon full of possibilities. I lay on my back beside Marcella. She smelled like trouble and temptation. She’d shifted and now her knee lightly touched my thigh, and the touch seemed to electrify my whole body. Her closeness wreaked havoc with me. She was warm and so goddamn close.

Being close to her every night was torture. Earl had mentioned that he’d contact Vitiello soon to make the exchange, and instead of looking forward to getting revenge, my only thought was that I’d lose Marcella before I even had her. I was such a dickhead.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“That I’ll regret ever inviting you into my room,” I said.

“Why?”

I had a feeling she knew of her effect on me. It was almost impossible for me not to check her out, not to fantasize about her day and night. “I think you know,” I said gruffly.

She moved, bringing us closer, but still only her knee touched me. I wanted to roll over and pull her against me, kiss her, taste her, especially that pussy I had been fantasizing about.

“Do I?”

My patience snapped. I rolled over, bringing our faces impossibly close. Even her breath was sweet as she exhaled sharply. I didn’t touch her, even though every part of me wanted to. “I can’t stop thinking about your pussy and if it’s dripping,” I said crudely, hoping to make the spoiled princess shy back, but she only swallowed.

“Nothing’s stopping you from finding out,” she whispered.

I was sure I’d misheard her. I touched her hip and after briefly tensing, she softened under my touch. “What are you doing? Do you think you can seduce me into helping you? How often do I have to tell you that’s not going to work?”

“And even if I were, wouldn’t it be worth it to get a taste of the spoiled princess?”

Fuck. I couldn’t resist. I stroked along her upper thigh then trailed my fingers inside the boxer shorts. Marcella’s warm breath brushed over my lips as she exhaled when my fingers slid under her underwear. I stifled a groan at the feel of her silky warm flesh. Her pussy was so fucking soft. She held her breath as I brushed my index finger along her slit. My fingertip discovered the subtle hint of wetness between her pussy lips. “Fuck,” I groaned.

Determined to tease more of it out of her, I traced my finger up and down her slit.

Her breathing was still slow and controlled but picked up when I began to scissor her pussy, stroking her between my index and my middle finger, and brushing my finger joints over her clit. She began to pant and soon my fingers were slick with her arousal. I couldn’t resist. I dipped one finger into her and stifled a curse. She felt as if I’d died and gone straight to heaven. She was so tight, Cody’s words came back to me. Maybe he was right. Fuck, I fingered her leisurely, wanting to savor every moment of this. She grabbed my shoulders and began to move her hips in rhythm with my fingers, chasing the heel of my palm with her clit. I slowed, and as I’d hoped she rubbed herself against my hand, driving my finger into herself over and over again. My cock was ready to explode.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered thickly.

“Fuck, you really think anything would stop me from fingering you until you cream? I’d even keep doing it, if my fingers fell off.”

“Shut up,” she groaned, then sucked in a sharp breath. I pumped faster, almost drunken on her moans and the feel of her tight walls around my finger. I added a second finger, my dick twitching at her sharp exhale. Her lips found mine for an uncoordinated kiss.

And then she exploded with a cry, her walls clenching around my fingers. Her orgasm was like an unstoppable avalanche, her juices running down my fingers and wrist. “Dripping,” I rasped.

Marcella only moaned softly as I kept pumping in and out of her slowly, prolonging her orgasm. Eventually I stopped but kept my fingers inside of her, relishing in the occasional spasm that took hold of her walls. I pulled out my fingers and brought them to my lips, licking them clean, making sure that she could hear what I did.

“That’s disgusting,” she whispered.

“I have to disagree.” I smirked as I inhaled her after orgasm scent. “I’m still not sure this isn’t a dream.”

Marcella turned on her back. “I’m sure you’d get off in your dream.”

I laughed, even if my dick pulsated with raging need. “That’s not going to earn you extra points.”

She leaned over and brushed the softest kiss across my cheek. “Sleep well, Maddox. I can’t wait to hear you murmur my name in your sleep again.”

Fuck.

Of course, I dreamed of her and woke with a hard-on. Maybe the blood hadn’t left my cock all night. My balls hurt like a bitch anyway. After a quick shower, I pranced around completely naked in my room, done playing hide and seek with Snow White.

She followed my movement with an indignant expression but her eyes held the same desire I felt. Soon my cock stood proudly again. Marcella’s gaze took in the bar piercing at the base and the one at the tip. The latter had actually been the result of a lost bet but I’d quickly realized I enjoyed the feel of the cool metal and the ladies did too.

Marcella’s fascination was definitely worth it. I stroked over the piercing at the base, bringing her attention there. “This one is positioned so it stimulates the clit,” I said, my voice rougher than usual. “And this one,” I continued, touching the piercing at the tip. “Stimulates the G-spot.”

Marcella didn’t say anything but after last night she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t turned on by me. I knew I’d find her wet again if I touched her pussy.

Marcella

Last night with Maddox had been a revelation. His simple touch had ignited my body. Maybe because I’d been starving for touch.

I’d worried that I’d feel regret after but regretting something you want to do again seemed hypocritical. I tried to console myself with the fact that I was in an extraordinary situation that couldn’t be judged by standard rules. Yet deep down, I wondered if that was the only reason for my desire.

When I came out of the bathroom that night, Maddox lay stretched out on the bed, watching me with a hungry smile.

He was only in boxers, showing off his muscled, inked body.

I feigned disinterest.

“Earl said he’s getting there with your ol’ man. This might be one of our last nights together.”

My heart sped up. “Really?”

“Can’t wait to be rid of me?” he asked.

Surprisingly, I wanted more time with Maddox, no matter how infuriating he could be. Being locked in Maddox’s bedroom, away from the disgusting bikers, I’d almost forgotten the danger I was in. This had seemed like a strange version of a sabbatical away from my usual life.

“Maybe you should use tonight to have your pussy eaten out before you return to your fiancé.”

“Ex-fiancé,” I said immediately.

Giovanni had never gone down on me, only touched me a couple of times through my jeans (because he’d been scared to have me naked in case my dad burst into the room), which wasn’t an experience I’d enjoyed very much. Yet, considering that his tongue had felt as if a goldfish was floundering for its life on land in my mouth whenever we’d kissed, I hadn’t been overly eager to have him go down on me. I hadn’t come the few times he’d touched me, which had been a blow to his confidence, and which he’d blamed on me wanting to wait until my wedding night… at least subconsciously. That was utter bullshit of course.

Maddox lay on his back, grinning dirtily. “I could make you cream real good.”

My lips curled. “Cream, really? Don’t waste your breath, I’m not into oral.”

“Giving.”

“Receiving,” I snapped back, even though I couldn’t really know.

I hadn’t ever gone down on a guy. Giovanni had been too terrified of my father and didn’t dare sullying me like that before our wedding day.

Maddox’s smile became even dirtier and heat washed through me. I was slightly slick between my legs only from looking at him. “Your fiancé’s a real loser. He didn’t eat you properly or you wouldn’t be sprouting this bullshit. If you were my girl, you’d be squirting like a fountain just thinking of my tongue in your cunt.”

I didn’t correct him in his assumption that Giovanni had gone down on me. It was irrelevant to what we had. I stepped closer to the bed, glaring down at him. “You have a foul mouth.”

You only regret the things you didn’t do.

“I have a magic tongue,” he growled, flicking his tongue out so the piercing flashed in the light. I couldn’t stop wondering how it would feel to have him pleasure me with the piercing. Just thinking about it, my thighs clenched in anticipation. If this was really one of our last nights, this was also my last chance to get him on my side… and enjoy myself a little while I did.

I wasn’t sure why I did it, but I stepped on the bed and glared down at Maddox.

He dipped his head back so he could look beneath my shirt. I wasn’t wearing panties. He whistled between his teeth. “Fuck, Snow White, let me eat that royal pussy.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I raised one eyebrow. “Only if it shuts you up.”

He grinned devilishly. “Straddle my head. Come on. Spread those milky thighs for me.”

I gave him my most condescending look and stepped up on the bed so I was towering over him with my feet to either side of his shoulders. I knew what kind of premium view I was giving him, and he enjoyed it. Yet, I couldn’t deny that I too got increasingly aroused by the situation, by Maddox’s dirty mouth, by the hungry gleam in his eyes. I’d doubted myself so often in the past, but with Maddox, his desire for me was blatantly clear. There was no room for doubt.

“Kneel so I can eat you out.”

“Vitiellos don’t kneel.”

He grabbed my calves and tugged so hard, I lost my balance and fell forward, my knees sinking into the soft mattress beside his head.

“I could have smashed your face in with my knee!” I hissed. Maddox was my only chance out of this hellhole. Even if I wanted to kill him, which I wasn’t entirely sure about at this point, I’d have to wait until I was free.

Maddox grabbed my ass and jerked me toward his face. His eyes captured mine and then his tongue slid out slowly, a dirty grin on his face. The tip of his tongue brushed over my pussy lips, parting them to caress the sensitive inside. I shivered at the almost overwhelming sensation, momentarily worried I’d come from the brief contact. “Fuck,” he said in a low rumble, his lips vibrating against my pulsating flesh. He began licking me with slow movements, the piercing teasing my clit. I tore at his hair, jerking his mouth closer to my pussy and he took me up on the invitation, dipping his tongue into me. I rotated my rips, riding his mouth, his tongue deep inside of me, his piercing teasing what I assumed was my G-spot. I watched him as he took his time, sometimes even closing his eyes as if he was having a tasty meal that he needed to savor fully. The piercing flashed as his tongue flicked my clit leisurely. I gripped his hair, tugged almost viciously but Maddox only smirked and closed his lips around my clit. My teeth sunk into my lower lip to keep a moan in.

“You need to scream and moan. All women do when they’re in my room. My club brothers will get suspicious if you’re silent like a church mouse.”

I glared.

Maddox only seemed to take it as a challenge to coax sounds from my lips as he sucked and licked, nibbled and flicked. Soon my breathing came in sharp bursts and my hips rocked almost desperately. By now I was riding his mouth without shame. Maddox’s strong hands cupped my ass-cheeks, kneading and guiding my movements. He pulled back about an inch and I almost jerked him right back by his hair. So desperate for release I was close to losing any semblance of control.

“Come in my mouth, Snow White,” Maddox growled. His blue eyes stayed locked on mine as his lips cupped my clit once more. Pleasure radiated from my core, through every inch of my body in unstoppable waves. I came so hard, every muscle seemed tightened to the max. I gasped, my hands flying to Maddox’s muscled shoulders to steady myself. Closing my eyes, I succumbed to the sensations and screamed as if nothing around us existed. And it felt so good. I rocked my hips back and force, driving his tongue deeper until the waves of pleasure began to ebb away. Eventually my lids peeled open and I peered down at Maddox.

Maddox lapped up my release eagerly, smirking, his face shiny with my juices. I watched him and kept grinding my pussy against his lips. Loving how dirty this was, how wrong. This—Maddox—could be my salvation, or it could be the fall from grace so many had been waiting for.

I still kneeled above him, my chest heaving.

His lips and chin were shiny. “See, I told you I’d get you to cream in my mouth.”

“You realize that sounds disgusting, right?” But deep down, I was wickedly turned on. Maddox was forbidden and crude and daringly free of conventions. This was meant to be a means to an end, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty for enjoying it at the same time.

Maddox raised his head and stretched out his tongue. Tracing its tip along my folds then sucking one of them into his mouth. “Who doesn’t like cream? Especially if it tastes as good.”

I got up, the shirt falling to my knees once more, hiding my nudity. But my legs were sticky and my core still throbbing from my release.

Maddox sat up slowly. “Won’t you return the favor?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Why don’t you ask one of the pass-arounds to do it for you?” Despite the harsh note of my words, the idea that Maddox could get it on with another woman didn’t sit well with me. He pushed into a sitting position, his jeans tented. Remembering the piercings and his sinfully sexy body I felt compelled to get on my knees and do what he asked, but my pride kept me in place. He took a cigarette out of his packet and pushed to his feet, looking as if he didn’t care. He shrugged and sauntered over to the door. “Suit yourself. I know just the right girl to suck my dick.”

A hot ball of fury built in my chest. “If you do this—” I seethed, not sure what I was going to threaten him with. We weren’t a couple so I couldn’t break up with him. We were nothing except captive and captor, which made the situation all the more ridiculous. I didn’t have anything I could blackmail him with.

“Then what?” Maddox asked, turning with a satisfied grin, as if my reaction had been his plan. Had he tricked me into an emotional outburst?

I couldn’t believe him. I shook my head in disgust. “I don’t care. Do what you must. For all I care you can let all the old ladies…” I wanted to say something crude to match him but the words stuck in my mouth. “…have their way with you.” I finished lamely, and my face heated.

Maddox’s smile broadened, becoming so smug I wanted to strangle him with the gold chain around his neck. “Have their way with me?” he echoed, all teeth and smugness. “Suck my dick is what they would do. Can’t you say the words, Snow White?”

“Unlike the women you choose to do your bidding, I have some style.”

“Oh, you got style and plenty of arrogance to match it. Don’t you feel hypocritical bashing those girls when your pussy’s still wet from my magic tongue.”

He had a point but I couldn’t admit it. “They chose this lifestyle. I got kidnapped. Nothing is my choice.”

“Riding my mouth with your pussy like a fucking rodeo rider was your choice, princess. Your cream on my tongue’s proof of that.”

As often as his crudeness turned me on, just as often it annoyed me.

“That’s what experts call Stockholm Syndrome,” I muttered, hating my cheeks for heating further because I felt caught. Even if I was telling myself that this was part of the plan to get Maddox on my side, so he’d help me escape, I enjoyed our physical encounters too much to blame it on strategy. I felt wanton, sexy, and naughty in a way Giovanni had never allowed. I felt freed from shackles that had weighed me down more than I’d realized.

“Bullshit, Snow White. Don’t insult my intelligence and definitely not your own goddamn backbone. You’d never let some shitty syndrome determine your actions. I doubt anyone or anything could ever force you to do anything you don’t want.” He paused. “And you want me. In your prim society life, you’d never be allowed to get nasty with someone like me, but now you got the chance and you took it greedily with your perfectly manicured fingernails.”

He was right. I wanted him. I felt freed by the rules of the Famiglia for once. This was a lawless zone. Whatever happened while I was being held here, I would never be blamed for it.

This was cowardice, not wanting to risk living the life you desire.

His eyes trailed the length of me, making me feel hot all over again. “You don’t even have to say it. I know you want nothing more than to get even nastier with me, to really unleash the sexy vamp you hide behind that Snow White face.”

His grin became even dirtier. “Aren’t you curious?”

“About your genitals?” I said sarcastically.

Maddox laughed, a deep bark I began to like way too much. “Not quite the words I would have chosen, but yes.”

“No, thank you. Curiosity killed the cat.”

His smile widened. God, a smile had never made me feel as if my insides were being lit on fire.

He reached into his boxers and freed his length. I couldn’t look away even though I wanted to do it. But the piercing in his tip captured my attention and didn’t let it go. He flicked his thumb over the shiny piece of metal repeatedly as he rubbed his tip.

I stepped closer. “You’re really going to do this in front of me. Don’t you have any shame?”

“No shame whatsoever, Snow White. But if you’re so concerned about my dignity, give me a hand.”

I shook my head. “You’re impossible, and crude and absolutely shameless.”

“Guilty as charged. But you are a coward, a hypocrite, and a liar.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not.” But I was. Maddox cupped my neck and pulled me down until I had to support myself with one knee on the mattress. “You are,” he murmured before he kissed me. He kept rubbing himself and when I finally freed myself from his kiss, my gaze darted down to watch his hand work his length.

My mouth watered seeing his abs flex with every move.

“Coward.”

“Shut up. You can’t taunt me in to touching you. If I touch you, then I do it because I want to.”

“Of course,” he said. The sarcastic note in his voice barely registered because I simply couldn’t pay attention to anything but the rhythmic up and down movement of his hand. A droplet of milky liquid had gathered on his tip.

“You’re impossible,” I seethed, kissed him angrily and finally reached for his length. My fingers closed around his firm, but smooth cock. He blew out a breath before he said, “Finally brave.”

I silenced him with another kiss and began to move my hand up and down, effectively shoving his hand away. My thumb explored the piercing in his tip, thrilled at the sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan. I trailed my fingertips lower, to the other piercing at the base, like a decoration for his balls, and was again rewarded by a hiss from Maddox.

“Get naked,” he growled.

My eyebrows skyrocketed. I hadn’t yet made up my mind if I wanted to go all the way with Maddox. In the last thirty minutes, the scale had definitely tipped in Maddox’s favor. I just couldn’t stop wondering if sex would be a revelation like oral had been. Why should I wait for another Made Man, a future husband, who’d banged countless girls before our wedding night? Why couldn’t I enjoy myself a little?

And more than that, a little voice, one I used to call my instinct, told me that Maddox was the guy I should lose it to.

Maddox chuckled as if he could read at least part of my thoughts. “I want to cum all over your perfect body.”

“I’m not sure if I want to get whatever sexual diseases you have.”

“If I had any diseases, you would have gotten them through the pussy-tonguing you just had.”

He had a point, and I hated feeling stupid.

“But don’t worry, I usually use condoms and if I forgot, I got tested. I’m clean.”

I stopped rubbing him and pulled my shirt over my head. Maddox’s gaze caressed my curves. My nipples pebbled even though it wasn’t cold in the room. I started rubbing him again. Maddox reached for my breast, capturing one hard nipple between his fingers and twirling it between them. His other hand stroked my ass before it snaked between my legs from behind. His thumb parted me, brushing up against my clit, which was already throbbing with eagerness again. One flick of his pad and I was alight with desire, ready to let loose.

“I thought it was your turn,” I said in a hushed voice as his thumb worked me up again. I had to admit, getting Maddox off at the same time was a huge turn-on, driving me toward the edge so much faster than expected.

“Watching you cream will make me cum so much harder, Snow White.”

For once, I didn’t have a clever comment. I was too lost in the sensations, in the heat radiating off Maddox’s skin, in the surprising hardness of his cock, and in the pulsating need between my legs. Soon my hips began to shift, chasing Maddox’s thumb.

When my second orgasm took hold of me, he, too, came all over his abs. After a deep sigh, he grabbed my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. “I’ll really loathe letting you go.”