Page 18 of Broken Soul

I tilt my head back and he covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries in an all-consuming kiss. He rests hisforehead on mine and grunts with each thrust of his hips. I didn't think I had anything left in me, but I feel the pressure building again in my core, quickly overwhelming me as my legs start to shake.

What is this man doing to me?

Diesel pulls his head back enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze is so intense, but I can’t look away.

“Come for me, Odette. One more time. I need you to let go.” I close my eyes as I reach the point of no return. “Eyes on me, Odette. I want to watch you drown in ecstasy.”

I snap my eyes open right as pleasure overtakes my body. Diesel’s cock swells inside of me and explodes as another wave of pleasure vibrates through me, through him, through us, breathing, pulsing together as one.

“Fuck, Odette, Odette…” he chants my name over and over as the last of our orgasm slips away, dripping down between us.

The moment lasts forever. We never break eye contact, and I can see every emotion Diesel is feeling, just like I know he can see all of me in this moment, so raw and unfiltered.

Diesel sets me down, keeping one hand around my waist while his other hand goes behind me, bracing himself on the wall. We’re both still shaking, and it seems Diesel is about as unsteady as I am on my feet right now.

He tucks me into his chest, resting his forehead on the wall, covering me with his entire body like he's shielding me from everything outside of this moment. I place a gentle kiss on his chest before burying my head there and wrapping my arms around his waist.

Neither one of us says a word as we separate. Diesel grabs the body wash and pours some in his hand before rubbing it all over my body, taking in every curve with such reverence. I do the same to him, soaping up his chest and arms, taking time to memorize the contours of his body.

He turns the water off and dries me with a fluffy towel, then pauses to cup my face in his hands, gently wiping away tears with his thumbs. I didn’t even know I was crying.

I look into his green eyes and see such tenderness there, such depth. I try to look away but he turns my face back toward his.

“I felt it too, Odette. That was…”

“Everything,” I finish for him.

He nods and rests his forehead on mine.

“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper.

“Never, sweetheart. Never.”

He scoops me up in his arms and walks over to the bed, tucking me in. “You need some more sleep. It’s been a rough night and I think I just drained you of all your energy,” he says with a wink.

Diesel kisses me sweetly on the forehead and then I feel him crawl in behind me and wrap me up in his arms. Diesel curls around me and I feel…complete.

9

DIESEL

“Let’s go over the plan one more time,” Domino says to the group of men we’ve assembled from Deviant Souls. We left three days ago for Vegas to set up a trap for our ex-brothers and their newly-formed MC, Devil’s Rejects.

The Prez looks at me, silently giving me the floor. "Alright, brothers," I start. "Once we leave here, we're headed to the warehouse where we'll meet up with Lorenzo and his men from the Caparelli crime family."

“Still can’t believe we’re getting in bed with the goddamn mafia,” someone mutters.

“It’s temporary,” I explain. “And I trust Lorenzo with my life. He’s legitimate. Like many of us, his upbringing was rough and he did the best he could with what he had. The man worked his way up through the ranks of the mafia and was relocated to Vegas a decade ago. Now he’s their top enforcer and a strong ally.”

“If you can’t handle that, then you can sit this mission out,” Domino adds, his voice firm and commanding. This gets everyone’s attention. The Prez nods to me once more, letting me continue.

“I know some of you are wary of this plan,” I concede. “But it seems to be the best plan of action. We need something big, something permanent, and something they won’t expect.”

My brothers nod in understanding this time, paying attention when I speak. I go over the map of the warehouse and the land around it. The property is surrounded by a desert which should make for easy disposal of the bodies.

"Lorenzo and his men will meet Zeke and the rest of Devil's Rejects on the main floor to discuss the terms of their new relationship. Zeke thinks he's delivering a shipment of guns for an obscene amount of money. When Lorenzo contacted him a few days ago, he told our ex-brother he heard about their new club and wanted to give them a chance to form a good relationship by buying stolen guns and ammo. He bumped up the price to ensure they had an incentive to fulfill the order quickly."

“And he really fell for that? Being contacted out of the blue by the fucking Vegas mob?”