Page 16 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
I was breathing hard, when my orgasm finally began to subside. I could hear her breathing loudly too. She fell down on the mattress immediately after, and I crashed down with her, covering her body with mine.
We lay like that for a few moments, before I finally moved, slipping my throbbing fulfilled cock out of her pussy and crashing down beside her on the bed.
She turned to me. Her cheeks were flushed and her face was glowing with excitement, as I guessed mine was too.
What had I done? Why couldn’t I stop myself? Why couldn’t I resist this woman no matter how hard I tried.
Lila was watching me, as though she was waiting for my reaction. I was wracked with guilt. The pleasure of the first few moments after a great orgasm was clouded by my guilt and rage. She could see it too, and the light in her eyes dimmed.
“Girth…” she said, and reached her hand over to touch my face. She was weaving her fingers into my beard and I clasped my hand around hers. I knew she was expecting me to push her hand away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t stop touching her, no matter how wrong I knew it was.
“I think I want a smoke,” I said, finally moving off the bed. Lila remained lying there on the bed, with her dress pulled up to her waist.
“Okay, I think I’m going to nap, I feel strangely happily tired right now,” she said, and I watched her as I pulled up my pants.
She was settling into her bed now, pulling the covers over her. For a moment, I had a flashing image of what life would be like if we were living together. How beautiful she would look every morning when I woke up beside her.
Lila smiled lightly at me, as I took the box of cigarettes out of the pocket of my jeans.
“You can smoke here if you like,” she suggested and I pulled a cigarette out of the box with my mouth.
“I’ll smoke outside, you should get some sleep,” I told her and Lila fluttered her eyelids.
I turned from her and walked to the door.
“Girth,” she called to me and I stopped and looked at her again.
“Can we talk when you get back?” she asked, in a quiet voice.
What could we possibly have to talk about? What we were doing was wrong and I needed to find a way to make it stop, to resist her. But she looked too beautiful right now to be denied anything.
“Sure, yeah, we’ll talk,” I said and opened the door, hoping that she’d be fast asleep by the time I was done chain-smoking a few cigarettes.
I walked out of her house and onto the porch. I lit a cigarette and pulled the smoke into my lungs. I could feel my hands shaking lightly as I gripped the ledge of the porch and looked around me.
No weapon, no fist-fight, no armed men had been able to bring me to my knees the way Lila had, and she was the only woman I couldn’t truly have. It wasn’t just about her father, she had told me about her dreams of running away from this place, moving somewhere where nobody knew her. It meant that we could never have a future together, because I would never be able to leave this life behind. It was the only thing I knew to do well, the only job I was good at.
Chapter 15
Lila
I couldn’t fall asleep, even though my limbs were aching and I could feel a light throb at the back of my head from all the excitement of the day. I didn’t know if I was feeling sick or just exhilarated from my multiple orgasms. Either way, I was exhausted but no matter how hard I tried to shut my eyes and fall asleep, all I could think about was Girth and how desperately I wanted him back in my bed again.
However, I also knew that he needed his space. Girth was the kind of man who needed to make his own decisions and I didn’t want to push him into anything. I’d already pushed too much.
I was looking forward to our ‘talk’, even though I wasn’t sure what we were going to talk about. I’d suggested it on a whim, and I was surprised to find that he’d agreed. I couldn’t help but worry though, that the talk would go very differently from what I was hoping. I had my suspicions, that Girth was going to put an end to what was going on between us. Our relationship was going to be short lived.
I tossed and turned in bed, then eventually turned my back to the long bay windows where the fluttering curtains were keeping me distracted.
My mind drifted to Girth again, and I pictured him standing outside, smoking his cigarettes and keeping an eye on the premises. I forced myself to close my eyes so that I could put my mind to some rest.
It was difficult. I was picturing New York, even though I’d never been there before. I was picturing being in New York with Girth.
I must have been so deep in thoughts about running away from home, that I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me. It was only when a hand clamped down on my mouth that my eyes flew open. For a moment, I hoped it was Girth and that he was back and he’d changed his mind and he was going to make love to me again.
So, it was only when the man started pulling me back across the bed, keeping my arms pinned to my back that I started struggling.
I kicked the sheets off with my feet, but he was too strong for me, he was pulling me back. I tried to scream but my voice was muffled by his hand on my mouth. I could smell his breath near my face as my body thudded against his chest. He had pulled me off the bed now, my feet had touched the floor.
I struggled in his grip, with sweat trickling down my temples and the sides of my face. I could feel his rough hand, large enough to keep both my wrists tightly pressed to the small of my back. I screamed and struggled, but he was using his knees on the backs of my legs to push me forward.
I could feel my eyes bulging, popping out of its sockets as I stared at the open window. The curtains were still fluttering but now I tried to push against it. The man was too strong, he had a firm grip on me.
“Do as I say, sweet Lila,” I heard his hoarse deep voice near my ear and my heart sank to my stomach. His hand remained clamped on my mouth, I knew that my muffled voice wouldn’t reach Girth outside on the porch, no matter how hard I tried to scream. But I wasn’t going to give in so easily. I refused to be pushed out of the window. I held my ground, with my feet firmly planted to the floor and I screeched, even though my voice was muffled.
After a few tries of trying to haul me out of the window, the man had no other choice but to throw me over his shoulder. I kicked my feet in the air and now that his hand was no longer on my mouth, I screamed as loud as I could.
I wasn’t sure if Girth could hear me. The walls in my house were thick and he was standing all the way outside on the porch.
The man had me thrown over his left shoulder, and both his arms were wound tightly around my body and now he was stepping out of the window in to the backyard of my house.
I kicked and struggled as hard as I could, but I was no match to the man’s strength.
“Girth! Help!” I was screaming till the back of my throat felt chaffed. I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I was trying to scratch the man’s back with my nails.
We were out of the house now, and he was running, with my body bouncing in his arms. I felt lost and desperate to escape, but there was no escape. If Girth had heard me now, it was too late. We were already out of the house.
I couldn’t see where we were going, all I knew was that in the next minute, I was being thrown roughly into the backseat of a muscle car. I landed on my ass on the seat, sliding down, and someone slammed the door shut.
“Girth!” I shrieked again and tried to get to the window, but there were three other men in the backseat and they were all holding me down, keeping my arms pinned to my back, my ass firmly on the seat.
I heard the car’s engine starting now, we were about to drive off and there was still no sign of Girth. With tears streaming down my cheeks and my vision blurred from the crying; I looked into the faces of the men around me and I knew instantly that they were from the Dark Legion.
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My voice was stuck in my throat as I stared at the three men. They were staring back at me with wide gaping grins on their faces. They
were pleased with themselves.
There were two other men in the front, one of whom I recognized as the guy who’d captured me from my bedroom. The car started and was driving off when we all heard a shot ring out. The tires screeched as the car took off and even though I couldn’t look out from the back of the car, I knew it was Girth. He knew I’d been kidnapped, and it was some relief.
The man who’d grabbed me now leaned out of the window and fired back as the car went charging ahead. I slid and moved on the seat, my body knocked against the two men beside me and they smiled at me menacingly.
“Such a pretty little thing,” one of them said, and he placed a hand on my exposed knee. I jerked my leg away from him and he laughed, before he grabbed my knee and pulled it towards himself again.
“Who knew old Lewis could produce a thing like this one,” the driver in front said and the others laughed.
