The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage)

Rebel POV.

I stand from my bar stool; I begin to dance as I make my way through the crowd. Esmee Denters Outta Here is playing. Whoever requested this is a fucking legend. I twirl, taking out the concealed blade that is strapped to the inside of my thigh. As I twirl again, I flick my wrist and it hits its target.

Raising my arms in the air, I move my hips as I dance towards James. I smirk, seeing he is dead. I walk away, still dancing. I don't need to worry about my prints being on anything, as I have the latest tech on my fingertips that conceals them.

I smile as I dance some more. As I twirl, I bump into a hard chest. I stumble back and look up, ready to tell the dickhead to watch where they are going, only for the words to die in my throat. Dante Fanucci.

"Steady, I apologise. I wasn't looking where I was going when you twirled into my path." He says his voice is deep and smooth, his hands are on my waist and my ovaries jump. Yes, I know how drop dead gorgeous this man is. I'm a hot-blooded woman, after all. But then again, even a blind woman would know how gorgeous he is.

"No worries, no harm done. I should have checked before I twirled. Apology accepted." I step out of his hold. His eyes leave my face for a moment as he looks up behind me and, no doubt, to the dead body sitting behind me. He looks back down at me and he smirks.

“Dance with me." he pulls me closer, not letting me say no. Oh fuck.

I dance with him and he can move; he twirls me and my back is to his chest. He grinds on me and I grind back. This is wrong, but it's just a dance. My heart is steady as I push back harder against his impressive length. His hand leaves my waist as it moves up my front over the valley of my breasts. His hot breath against my neck as his hand fans out over my throat. My breath hitches as he kisses the side of my neck.

"Tell me, what did he do to deserve to be killed in my club?" I chuckle as he squeezes my throat before he licks the side of my neck. Hot damn!

"I don't know what you mean. I'm just here to have fun." I say as we both move together to the beat. I'm drenched. I know it and I'm starting to think Dylan is right. I do need to get laid. But this man is my assignment. I can't sleep with him. That would be extremely unprofessional.

He chuckles as he releases me, and I turn to look at him. He is watching me with a hunger I see in the eyes of all the men and women I have slept with.

"I beg to differ. I saw what you did, but I'm not bothered. If anything, I should be thanking you." I watch him as he takes my hand and pulls me to a dark corner. I look around for Dylan and I know he is getting fucked in one of the back rooms here. So I can't count on him for a quick escape, not that I need one. Out of the two of us right now. I am the more dangerous.

He slams my back into the wall and cages me in, his thigh pushed in between my legs and his arms cage me in against the wall.

"Now are you going to tell me why you are following me?" he asks as his nose runs up the side of my jaw to my ear. God damn it, this man is going to make me combust.

"I'm not following you. I don't even know who you are." I say and he chuckles as he moves back to look into my eyes.

"I don't like it when people lie to me Rebel Carlotta Moretti-Jackson." My eyes widen slightly and my breath leaves me with a whoosh. He chuckles as he reaches for my cheek. His finger tips move slowly down my cheek, his eyes dart from my eyes to my lips.

"If you know who I am, then you know why I'm here." I say he bites his bottom lip as he looks into my eyes.

"That man was James Cooper. He was one of many sent to kill me. But none have gotten close, thanks to you. So, I know you are watching my back. You may have been watching me Rebel, but I have watched you," he says, and I gaze up at him through my eyelashes. What can I say to that? He knows why I'm here.

"You got me. I have been assigned to protect you from a far and to eliminate all threats to you. This is the first time we have taken a protection job, so you should be honoured. Because if it was me hunting you, you would be dead now." I tell him and he smiles at me and backs away and I instantly miss his body-heat.

"I have no doubt about that. After all, the reputation of the Mother's Revenge precedes you all. But you, Rebel, you are different. Your heart isn't in it. I can see that." that gets my back up.noveldrama

"You know nothing about me. I'm not the one who needs protection from the one who ordered your hit. Am I? so you think you know me, you're wrong. So what you think you know about me is what I allow." I say to him as I push off the wall and move around him for him to grab my wrist. Wrong move buster.

I grab another blade and point it at his throat. His green eyes light up as the tip of the blade touches his skin, but doesn't break it. Just enough to add pressure to get him to back off.

"Feisty, I love it. But still I know about you, Rebel. I know everything about you. I know you have your ... issues. Not just with authority, but with your family. That you sleep around to feel that semblance of love that was denied when your siblings arrived. That you became a problem child and all you crave is attention." My breathing is coming out harshly and my hand trembles as I tighten my grip on the handle.

"Good guess, but you're wrong. I don't crave attention. Not anymore. Love gets you killed. Who needs that? Sex and love are so easy to confuse. I fuck because I can, not because I crave love. Then I look at you, you say you know me. But Dante, I know you. I have been in your life for months. I've been in your penthouse. I know your routine. I know your enemies, even the invisible ones. You say I crave attention and love, you're no better. Tell me Dante, how does it feel going home alone every night with no one to warm your bed?" I say with a chuckle and he looks at me, the lust gone now replaced with fire.

"I will keep you alive until the threat is gone and then you will never see me again." I say as I remove the blade and walk away in search of Dylan. But I don't get far.

I'm shoved into a room and against the wall. The back of my head bounces off the wall. His hand is around my throat and I growl at him before he slams his lips against mine. His hand squeezes, cutting off my oxygen as he kisses me. My head feels dizzy as I kiss him back. When he releases his hold slightly and breaks the kiss, I take in a gulp of air as I look at him.

We are both staring and panting. The lick of lust in my soul has been ignited. I pull him closer by his suit jacket and kiss him again. Our hands moving over fabric to get to bare skin. He kisses my throat as his hands bunch up my dress to my waist. His fingers play with the fabric of my g-sting. Shoving it to the side, his thick fingers enter me. I moan, my eyes roll into the back of my head.

My hand unbuckles his belt and finds the zipper of his pants, and I take his hard length out. Fisting his cock as I moan as his fingers work inside of me, he rubs the sweet spot and I see stars.

"Fuck Rebel, you're so wet for me." I pump his cock when he moves his fingers and I groan when he lifts me as I wrap my legs around his hips. My head is screaming at me that this is wrong, but my body is telling me to take him.

He slams up into me. I scream as he pulls me down on him. His hand is braced above my head as he takes me against the wall. I hold on for dear life, my ankles locked around his ass, pulling him further into me.

"Ahhh, Dante, don't fucking stop." I moan he growls and kisses and sucks my neck. He pulls out and leads me towards a desk. He pushes me down. My foot on the desk, my chest against the cold wood, opening myself more for him. He lines up and slams into me again.

"Fuck, Rebel. You're so fucking tight." He slams into me repeatedly. His hands gripping my hips in a bruising hold. I push back, matching him. His hand snakes round to my clit, and he pinches it before he rubs it. My legs shake as my orgasm builds painfully.

"Come for me, Rebel. Squeeze my cock with this tight, perfect pussy." His words set me off and I come screaming his name. I collapse on the desk spent. Fucking hell.

He pulls out of me and I chuckle as I regain control of my breathing. It's then that I feel his come and mine dribbling down my thighs. He didn't use protection. I stand on shaking legs and pull my dress down as I look at him.

"As you can see, I don't need anyone to warm my bed. I fuck who I want, where I want, when I want. So tell me Rebel who is the lonely one." He says, looking me up and down with disgust before he leaves me in the room alone.

Why does that hurt so much? He used me like a whore and left. I'm so fucking stupid.