Chapter 32 – By Fate I Conquer Cora Reilly Read Online Free
And yet… suddenly there was Marcella, a woman, my enemy’s daughter, who took up more and more of my headspace.
I didn’t say anything. My thoughts were madness and betrayal. I headed over to her and bend over her. Grabbing her neck, I tilted her head back for a deep kiss. She responded at first but then she turned her mouth away, robbing me of those irresistible lips.
“This will be over once your uncle hands me back to my father. Unless he decides to torture and kill me to punish my father.”
She said it as if she were talking about someone else, her voice cool and controlled but her eyes reflected the fear she’d never admit to. My heart sped up at the mere mentioning of her death. “I’d never allow Earl to kill you. I’ll protect you.”
She smiled but it wasn’t happy. “Can you? Protect me? Your club brothers want to burn me at the stake like the witch they think I am.”
My club brothers wanted to stake her in a very different way. I wouldn’t allow that either. As long as Marcella was under our roof, I’d make sure she wouldn’t be harmed worse than she already had been. But once she was released…
The thought of letting her go, of never seeing her again, it added a heavy weight on my shoulders.
“You don’t want to lose me,” she whispered, pushing to her feet and grabbing my cut. Her eyes held me captive as they always did.
I considered lying, but I simply couldn’t do it with her looking at me like that. I cupped her neck harder. “Of course, I don’t want to lose you.” I reached under my shirt that reached her thighs and shoved the boxers aside.
“I’d miss that pretty pussy.” I would, but it was only a small part of the reason why I couldn’t imagine letting her go. Sharing details from my childhood, talking about more than drug deliveries, moonshine and guns, she was the only person I could do that.
My fingers found her clit and I began to circle it lightly, only teasing her when I really wanted to plunge into her.
“It’s more than that, Maddox,” Marcella said softly, her breath hitching as I kept stroking her sensitive flesh.
I leaned down and sucked her lower lip into my mouth before I kissed her. Her tongue met mine for a gentle and slow dance so very unlike our previous kisses. Her eyes stayed locked on mine and she sighed into my mouth as my fingers stroked up and down her slit, gathering her arousal to slide even more easily over her little nub.
“Whatever it is, we can’t have it, not forever,” I growled.
She shook her head. “We can have whatever we want. We just have to reach for it. You can have me all for yourself if you help me escape.”
“Escape,” I echoed. “My brothers would kill me as a traitor.”
“You could come with me and ask my father for help.”
I grimaced. The mere idea of asking Luca Vitiello, the man who’d slaughtered my father, for help, left a bitter taste in my mouth. “Your father would kill me for kidnapping his precious daughter.”
“He won’t if I ask him to spare you.”
“I don’t want to be at your father’s mercy. He should be at mine and I definitely won’t grant it to him.”
Marcella’s expression hardened and she tried to pull back but I held her in place by her neck and plunged my tongue into her mouth the same time as two of my fingers plunged into her wet pussy.
She moaned into my mouth, her walls clenching deliciously. I thrust into her at a fast pace, relishing in her arousal and the fire burning in her eyes. Desire and anger, a beautiful combination. Eventually Marcella’s grip on me turned painful as her hips rocked against my hand, chasing an orgasm.
When her walls clamped down on my fingers and her eyes widened from the force of her orgasm, I pulled away from the kiss to hear her cry of ecstasy.
“Yes, Snow White,” I growled, fingering her even faster. She clung to me until finally her orgasm subsided. I lowered my hand and opened my fly.
Marcella tugged at my hair, forcing me to meet her gaze. “You can live and have me, if you leave your MC life behind and work for my father.”
I scoffed. “You want me to serve under your father.”
She became serious. “You can either serve under my father or you can rule over a graveyard.”
“We aren’t dead yet, and me and my brothers are very difficult to kill as you will see.”
“My father killed Tartarus men before. He will again.”
I jerked down my pants and shoved Marcella toward the bed. She gave me a challenging smile and parted her long legs. I grabbed her ankles and tugged her toward me before I slammed into her in one hard thrust. She was still tight and her face flashed with discomfort but I only waited a second for her pussy to adapt to my cock.
My balls furiously slapped against her pussy and my hips against her ass until it was red. But this wasn’t enough, could never be. I needed to see her face, wanted to see it every f*cking morning when I woke and every night before sleep. I flipped her over and climbed on top of her.
Her eyes burned a hole into my soul and heart.
“F*ck,” I growled. “I can’t f*cking lose you.”
After our f*ck, she lay in my arms, her breathing low. I’d soon have to get up to go to the meeting.
“I’m scared to die, scared they’ll hurt me worse, Maddox,” she whispered so softly, at first, I wasn’t sure I heard her right. She had every reason to be scared.
“I’m here,” I murmured, kissing her neck. Her bandaged ear taunted me with the truth.
Her breathing evened out and I got up, feeling a nervous energy take hold of my body. As I made my way downstairs, I crossed Gunnar. He touched my shoulder. “You’re spending a lot of time with her. Everyone’s noticed. Soon you’ll have to make a choice.”
“I made my choice a long time ago,” I said, pointing at my cut. “Tartarus runs in my blood.”
Gunnar shrugged. “Still. Some people worry. Tonight’s meeting is your chance to appease them.”
“F*ck ’em. I’ve bled more for this club than most.”
“Calm down. I’m just saying.”
If a man like Gunnar already started to be wary of me, I had to be careful. When Gunnar and I entered the meeting room five minutes later, most patch-holders were already seated around the table and some leaned against the walls. Most nods I received were as friendly as in the past but I could see distrust in a couple of faces.
Judging by Cody’s expression, he was probably the one talking shit about me. Earl sat at the head as usual. I took my seat beside him but he barely acknowledged my presence. We’d had arguments in the past, especially when I was a hot-blooded teen but it had never felt final. This time, it felt as if a rift had opened up between us that couldn’t easily be bridged. I wasn’t sure how to close it, wasn’t sure I wanted to try.
To my surprise, Earl didn’t open the meeting with the most obvious topic: the kidnapping. Instead, he wanted to discuss new routes for our weapon transports and a possible co-operation with other MCs. Considering how many we’d killed over the years, I doubted there would be many willing to talk, even if the Famiglia was a common enemy.
I was close to bursting when we were finally ready to move on to the next topic.
“How about we discuss Vitiello now?” I said, failing to mask my annoyance.
There were a few chuckles from older members who probably felt reminded of my teenage days when I constantly interrupted Earl and got banned from the table several times for my hot-blooded outburst.
Earl’s eyes cut to me, full of fury. “There’s nothing to discuss at this point. Vitiello fails to get off his high horse and as long as that’s the case, the Italian whore stays with us.”
The insult incited a new wave of rage in me which I had trouble extinguishing. I slammed my fist down on the table. “Tartarus doesn’t torture women. We deal with our enemies, not their children. We want Vitiello and he offered himself to us. Let’s finally get our revenge. It’s time. I call for a vote.”
Earl sank back in his chair, but his played calm didn’t fool anyone. His eyes reflected the same fury I felt. If it wouldn’t have made him look weak, he would have shouted right back at me and refused the vote.
“Then let’s vote,” he said with a harsh smile. “Who’s voting for yes, we should keep the Vitiello whore until Luca Vitiello shows us the respect we deserve and has suffered for all the brothers he tortured and killed. Or no, if you want to end this quickly for him and his spawn.”
I gritted my teeth. The way he worded it, the vote was already lost. I could see it in the expressions of my club brothers and their affirmative nods.
As expected, only three voted with no, Gunnar, Gray, and I, while the rest, more than ten men voted to keep Marcella and let Luca suffer through her. Maybe I should have seen it coming.
The more moderate voices in our club had become Nomads over the years or joined smaller chapters of Tartarus in Texas or up north because they didn’t want to be involved in our revenge plans. The men who remained now were absolutely loyal to Earl and in line with his radical views.
When the meeting was over, I stayed in my chair and watched how my club brothers went to the bar to celebrate a successful meeting. Gunnar touched my shoulder in passing. “You tried,” he said. “Soon this will be over and then we can focus on better things than revenge.”
I nodded, but I didn’t believe it.
Earl spotted me and came back in, towering over me. “The whore needs to move out of your room, Mad. She’s messing with your mind. It’s the Vitello gene. This is our moment of revenge, don’t allow her to ruin it.”
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