All Chapters of Their Little Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

~Valerie~Another imposing guard stands at the tinted glass entrance. Not as tall as the others, but bulkier. His eyes scan us, then pause on me, the scowl on his face deepening.Another sergeant.“The bar isn’t open until seven p.m., girl.”His low hiss booms in the air, echoing in the breeze.“She’s with me. Our new waitress,” Rikky states before I can even open my mouth.He groans and nods, eyes trailing over me again. He opens the door, and we enter the building.I enter behind Rikky, my steps faltering as a low whistle rings out behind me, but I don’t stop. My eyes take in the layout as we move further into the room.The strong smell of alcohol, sour and bitter, mixes with hanging smoke, smelling like fuel and metal.Biker men are scattered around the room, huge, bulky, and scary, fat cigars clenched in their mouths. All wearing their patches over their outfits. Glasses of cold beer dot the wide, long tables on the lower floor away from the bar.Red lights flicker in the corners.

~Valerie~I drag my shorts down completely, my veins blazing, raw molten heat running through my body.My chest rises and falls sharply, every breath hot with my sinful urgency.This is reckless. Fucking dangerous.I shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s beyond me. I can’t help it.My shorts lie discarded in the room. I push up my top, baring my tits to the open air. Hard. Perky. Heavy.I cup my palms around them and squeeze, humming quietly, rolling the hard, perky nubs with my thumbs.My breath grows harsh, thickening as I rub harder. I arch my back, lowering my naked ass onto the rods of my heels.I’m too lost in my head, with no care or shame that anyone could enter and see me like this.Naked. Needy. Tainted. Horny. Dripping.Fuck.I’m scared. My stomach is tied in knots. But the rational part of me decided long before I could think.My heat presses into the cold tiled floor, and I draw in a sharp breath. I imagine it’s his tongue. I imagine it’s him beneath me right now. That it’s h

~Valerie~My eyes are literally devouring him. I can’t stop. I’m standing there like a fucking statue, clutching a plastic tray to my chest while my brain tries to process the man standing in front of me.He remembers. He remembers. My brain can’t stop screaming. I notice the words on his patch. Vice President.They’re are mocking me. All this time, all those nights I spent under my covers, rubbing myself raw to the memory of those amber eyes, he was right here. Not a ghost. Not a dream. He was a few miles away, tucked into the dark, oily heart of the neighborhood pack’s territory, running a goddamn empire alongside Ronan.He doesn't just look at me, he looks through me. It’s like he can see the pulse thrumming in my throat and the way my thighs are starting to tremble. He lifts a hand, pointing a long, tattooed finger toward the far corner of the bar room."VIP Three," he says, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp that vibrates in my lower belly. "Bring me a bottle of Black Label and a