Revenge (Page 58)

“We needed answers, and the bastard wouldn’t talk. I did what I needed to do.”

Sitting down on his bed, he watched as Killer took a seat on the chair. No one believed he was healing. For the last year and a half he’d become a dead weight to the group.

“This isn’t like you, Whizz.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” he said, looking at his friend. They shared a lot with each other over the years. Together they had been part of The Lions, hating the club but seeing no way out. Whizz recalled seeing the games the president would play on Killer. “I’ve not been pulling my weight at the club. I can do the computer shit but nothing else. I’m changing, and you’re going to have to get used to it.”

“This isn’t you, Whizz. You go down this slippery slope and you’re going to get killed, or worse, part of you is going to die.”

Whizz didn’t get any pleasure out of torturing the man. The only pleasure he got out of causing pain was the answers the club needed.

“I’m not going to do anything to risk the club or my own sanity. Everything I do is for the good of the club.” Whizz locked his fingers together, staring at his friend.

Killer didn’t know what he was going through. The other man had killed innocent people because he was ordered to. Not once had Killer been tortured for hours or held down against his will while another man raped him.

Whizz knew that he meant well, but no amount of talking was going to save Whizz.

“You can talk to me.”

“I’m done talking,” Whizz said. “I need to go out and clear my head.”

“This is not like you. The club is worried about you.” Killer got to his feet, putting a hand on Whizz’s arm to stop him.

Jerking back, Whizz raised his fist and slammed it against Killer’s face. “Don’t f**king touch me. I mean it, Killer, do not touch me.”

Opening the door, he walked out of his room, down the long corridor toward the exit. Killer shouted toward him, but Whizz ignored his friend. No one touched him unless he allowed it.

Don’t panic. It was Killer. He wouldn’t hurt you. He is your friend.

Clicking his neck, Whizz left the clubhouse aware of the gazes on him. He didn’t care. They could all look at him for all he cared. Nothing had changed inside him. He was still the man who was hurting, raped.

That one word sickened him.

Not watching where he was going, Whizz was shocked to find he was at the graveyard, the same place he saw Lacey last.

Entering through the iron gate, he took a seat on the bench where he found her. Sitting down, he stared out over the grounds. It was dark, and he couldn’t make out any of the stones or statues that he knew were there.

What’s going on with you?

Closing his eyes, he pictured Lacey in his mind. Her delightful little cry as he slammed into her sweet warmth. She’d been tight and hot, soaking wet even. Had he f**ked any other woman who was as hot and tight as she had been? He couldn’t remember the women he’d f**ked in the past.

“You’re back here again,” Lacey said.

Opening his eyes, he found her standing next to him with her arms folded. She surprised him by not wearing a hood but a long sleeved shirt, covering up her arms.

“And you’re here. Does this mean you’re following me?” he asked, meeting her gaze in the darkness.

She took a seat beside him. “I like walking in the dark.”

“Do you know how strange that is?” he asked.

Lacey chuckled. “No, it’s not strange.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I know. When you know the dangers, fought them and survived, they no longer scare you.” She stared back at him without dropping her gaze.

He looked down to see she held onto the bench.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“No.”

Staring at her for several moments, Whizz couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her cheek. Her skin was smooth to the touch just like he remembered.

“Whizz?”

“I f**ked you the other day, and I didn’t wear a condom.”

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t get pregnant. You’re safe.”

He thought about Alex and what happened with Cheryl. Should he trust Lacey? She’d given him no reason to doubt her.

“What about diseases?”

She laughed. “You’re more likely to have a disease than I am.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re the first man to touch me in a long time.”

Running his finger down to her lips, he couldn’t resist, pushing his finger into her mouth. She sucked him in deep.

His c**k answered to the call of her body. Everything else fell away around him as he stared at her. She was breathing deeply. Her chest moved up and down rapidly.

Gripping her hand, he tugged her to her feet, thankful she was wearing a skirt. Sliding his hands underneath the fabric, he glided his hands up her thighs, touching the silkiness of her thighs.

She gasped, crying out.

Lifting her up, he got her to straddle his waist. Before she could protest, he claimed her lips, stopping any kind of complaint she might have.

“Beautiful,” he said, muttering the words against her lips.

“Whizz, what are you doing?”

Tearing her panties off her body, he touched her creamy cunt, feeling her response to him.

“What we both want.”

Reaching between them, he pulled his c**k out of the tight confines of his jeans. She went to her knees as he ran the tip through her slit. Positioning his c**k at the entrance of her pu**y, he felt her slide down over his length.

The inner walls of her sex tightened around his cock, making it impossible for him to think.

Her hands went to the back of the bench.

“This is wrong,” she said.

“I don’t care.” Thrusting up inside her, Whizz felt alive, whole, and it was all down to Lacey. For once in his life he didn’t care about her secrets or who she was. The only thing he cared about was the feel of her wrapped around him. With Lacey in his arms, he was no longer the man who’d been tortured or raped. She gave him back part of his soul.

Tugging the shirt up over her chest, he tugged her tits free from the confines of the bra she wore. Leaning forward, he took one of her ni**les into his mouth, sucking on the hard bud.

She cried out. Covering her mouth with his hand, Whizz moved from one breast to the other, refusing to give her the chance to pull away.

Lacey rode his cock, and he thrust up to meet her. Each jolt of his h*ps had her tits bouncing. He wished it was light so he could see her responses.