Rift.
Book one of the "Veterans" MC series.
Mason Ashford is a former marine, also known as Rift, his road name. He is a hard around the edges man. Involved in the VETERANS MC, he has a family that he wants to protect. He always jokes around, but un...
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I sat at the bar, on the same seat Marina was an hour ago. Rebel and Knight each one at my sides as we all sipped our cold beers, well, mine was luke warm because I couldn’t concentrate enough to actually drink the fucking shit.
Fuck. She really went back with him. How the fuck did I let that shit happen? Why the fuck did I even care? “I think you should have gone after her.” Rebel sighed, “Brother, you should have never let her go with Dalton in the first place.” Knight shook his head and both of them were looking at me now. “She isn’t mine, she can do whatever the fuck she wants.” I growled at my beer.
“Right.” both said and I scoffed at them, “ She is 22, a fucking kid! What the fuck did you want me to do?” I asked as I stopped glaring at my beer and now started at each one of them. Rebel snorted at me and took a sip of his own beer. “Brother, she isn’t a fucking kid and you know it.” Knight said with a raised brow, “Also, Dalton is 39, four years older than you. It didn’t seem to me that she minded his age at all.” Rebel continued and I snapped my head and glared at him. Raising his palms in surrender, he shrugged. “What’s this really about, Rift? You afraid if you fuck her you won't come back from that pit hole?” Knight asked in a smirk and I ground my teeth, trying not to break them myself. “Fuck you all.” I said and stood up from my stool walking towards the exit door.
Those fuckers really knew how to make me angry. But fuck if they weren’t right. Sure, she’s young, but that hasn’t stopped me before from fucking anyone. Fuck! She probably is fucking Dalton now.
The thought only made my blood boil as I rushed through the parking lot to my bike.
Fifteen minutes later, I was at her apartment, stomping on the stairs as I took them two by two.
Reaching to her door, I banged at it, “Open the fucking door.” I yelled in all the control I could master at the moment. He was touching her, he was putting his hands on her, exploring and doing things I was supposed to be fucking doing, not him! “Open the goddamn door, or I am kicking it down!” I roared but she didn’t listen.
Taking a step back, I kicked my boot, once, twice at the door and it smashed open. Walking through the apartment, the lights were off in both the kitchen and living room. Fuck no! “Marina!” I fumed but no answer sounded back.
When I opened the door of her bedroom, I stopped dead in my tracks. A new sense of anger was building up in me now. Marina was sitting on the bed, legs crossed and palms spread behind her, looking up at me with a smirk as she raised a brow at me. “You’re fixing that door.” she said as she stood up and walked to her dresser, undoing her hair.
The problem wasn’t in the movement, no, the problem was that she was standing there, staring at me in all her naked glory. “Fuck.” I muttered and blinked once, making sure I wasn’t making this shit up.
“Dalton just left. Wanna play too, daddy?” she taunted with a grin and I set my jaw, trying not to say something I shouldn’t. “Oh, come on Rift. I know you want to say it. Well, come on, no one’s stopping you.” she said, serious now. I looked up at her with furrowed brows “What?” I asked and she shrugged, “Don’t you want to call me a whore? Sleeping with every male I see and all that? First Spade then Dalton.” she continued and I breathed a very much needed breath as I closed the door behind me, taking a step towards her.
“So you’re testing me, is that it?” I asked in anger as I approached her on the dresser. “You’re trying to make me angry and start cursing you out so you can have a justified reason to start hating me, correct?” I asked bitterly and she looked down for a moment, biting her bottom lip. “Well, guess what, little one, I am not going to make your wish come true, no” I said as I took off my cut and hung it on a nearby chair and then I lifted my shirt off my shoulders, continuing with my boots. “But be sure as hell that I am going to fucking punish you, and you’re not going to like it.” I warned and she looked at me with wide eyes now.
Planting my palm on each side of her on the dresser, I leaned down and kissed her neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark each time I did. Pinning her to the furniture with my lower body, she couldn’t move unless I wanted her to.
“You don’t have much to say to daddy now, do you?” I mocked her and she gritted her teeth at me, “What? You don’t like the term? And here I was thinking you loved to get dick from the old ones. Am I wrong?” I taunted once again as I grinded myself harder at her, smashing her to the dresser.
Whimpering, she shook her head and lowered it again, but this time I didn’t let her. “Look at me, little one.” I ordered and she did. Fuck, she was going to be the death of me.
Widening my stance, I roughly turned her around, pinning her chin up so she could look at herself in the mirror. Her hooded and dark eyes looked back at me as she tried to take a steady breath.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I asked again, bringing my hips on hers as I pinned her there once more. “But I wonder, why are you letting me do it, little one? Dalton didn’t give it to you good enough?” I mocked and she whined a little before looking in my eyes from the mirror, angry and deadly as she bit her lip again.
“I didn’t-” she started but I wouldn’t let her finish. I knew, I knew she didn’t touch him and that made me even harder for her. Shit… I am too fucking gone now.
“Get my dick out.” I ordered and she hesitated for a moment. “Oh no, this isn’t how it’s going to be, little one.” I warned and grabbed a fistfull of her blond hair, tugging at it painfully as I pulled her closer to my chest, her back arching. “Do it.” I growled at her ear as I cupped her pussy, squeezing painfully. She let out a curse and after a moment she reached behind her and did what I asked. “Good girl.” I praised with a smirk and she met my eyes in the mirror. This time, she was waiting, angry but listening. Fuck, she was going to get it hard this time.
“You chose this, little one. We could have gone another route. I could have been nicer, but you wouldn't want that, would you?” I asked as I ground my hips rougher this time on her ass, the sound of her hips finding the dresser harsh as she moaned out loud.
“You want me, Rift?” she asked breathlessly, a smirk playing on her face as she ground back at me. A low growl escaped my lips as I bit into the back of her neck, needing her more than I thought I did. But I need to be careful, she thinks this is a game, but it wasn’t one.
