Don Vidal

2 - I need his help

Marnie

I never thought of myself as a cheat, but I became so the day of my sister’s wedding. I fell for the pickup lines and didn’t even question what I was doing.

What the hell got into me?

Well, he did, obviously.

There I was, minding my own business, when a good-looking, tall, well-built man caught my eye as I stood at the bar ordering myself a mimosa. I know, right? A biker bar serving mimosas. But the whole clubhouse had been decked out for Brooke’s wedding, and nothing was off-limits.

The handsome guy with the dangerous aura smirked at me from behind his scotch glass. I’d never seen him before, but he obviously knew my sister or her new husband as he was there as a guest at their wedding.

He looked me up and down, those big brown eyes drinking me in, making my body tingle. I was wearing a deep purple, on-the-knee bridesmaid dress and matching heels. My hair was tied up fashionably, and my makeup was light. But I didn’t see myself as anything special. A man like that would surely be attracted to the supermodel type. But there he was, smirking at me, making me feel things I hadn’t felt in years.

I’d been hit on by a couple of Hawk’s biker brothers, but I soon put them straight about being married. They knew I was married, but that rarely stops any man from trying his luck. Even though I hated my husband, and he cheated on me all the time, I didn’t want to lower myself to his standards. Besides, I wasn’t there to jump into bed with a biker. They just didn’t do it for me. No one did it for me.

So why, then, when the handsome guy winked at me, did my puss.y throb?

I bit my lip seductively. That’s all it took before he came over to me, grabbed my waist, and blatantly asked me if I’d ever been fucke.d by a man with more power than I could even imagine. I didn’t give a shi.t what power he had; all I wanted was for him to fuc.k me with what I hoped would be a big fat coc.k. Paul’s d**k left a girl disappointed and then some.

By that point, Paul hadn’t touched me in months, and I was aching for a real man’s touch. Don’t get me wrong, Paul was a vile pig, but he could make me cu.m when he put his mind to it. However, I knew the man with his arms around me could make me cu.m quite easily if he wished it. There was just something about him that told me he would.

What the hell was I doing?

I was contemplating becoming the woman I swore I would never become. If Paul ever found out, he would kill me. There was no question about it.

But fuc.k, didn’t I deserve one night where someone thought more of me than a punching bag?

The man, who hadn’t given me his name, told me to meet him out by the gate in five minutes. I’d meet him there if I were brave enough, and he’d take me back to his place. He promised that I would be safe. ‘Take what you want, beautiful. I would never hurt you.’ He told me. I don’t know why, but I believed him. I had never trusted anyone enough to just follow them like that before.

But do you know what?

I wanted to be with him more than I had wanted anything else right then.

I said goodbye to my sister and promised to call the following day to let her know I was okay. I knew she’d worry if I didn’t. Brooke knew that trying to call or text me wouldn’t have me answering. She knew I had to hide my phone from my husband because he’d take it from me and check who I was in contact with. I had no privacy when it came to Paul. Getting away from him for Brooke’s wedding was a miracle in itself.

I left the clubhouse and found the guy waiting for me. He took my hand and, with a smile, kissed it, and I smiled because he was a charmer. He finally told me his name was Dray, and I gave him my name. He winked at me and led me to his care. I was amazed by the car he owned and even more so by the fact that he had a driver. The car was big and powerful, like the man before me. I knew he had to be wealthy. He wouldn’t have been able to afford a car like that if he wasn’t. By power, I figured he meant he owned his own business and was hugely successful at whatever that was. I didn’t pry, though, because, at that point, I wasn’t interested. I knew I would never see him again after that night, and that was fine with me.

He kissed me and touched me in the car. He had my body humming for him, and I knew I was about to embark on the night of my life.

Dray took me to his apartment, dragged me into a dark room, pinned me against the wall, and like animals in heat, we tore at each other. Believe me when I say he fucke.d me so hard I thought that massive coc.k of his might crush my lungs into my throat!

I came so fuckin.g hard every muscle spasmed. He came inside of me before kissing me as I’d never been kissed before. I should have told him to pull out, asked him not to cu.m inside of me. He was a stranger, and I’d let him do that without a second thought. But right then, I didn’t care about anything but getting out of my head. Dray was helping me do that. There was no taking it back once he was done with me, and I felt so content that my whole body felt soft and relaxed.

However, it seemed my mystery man hadn’t finished with me. He carried me over to the bed in the corner. Stripped me naked, then himself, before eating my puss.y to orgasm three times. He then forced his coc.k so far down my throat that I thought I might suffocate. He was, without a doubt, the biggest man I have ever been with. Not that I’ve been with many men in my pitiful life, but of those I have been with, Dray was the most well-endowed.

Dray fucke.d me from behind, reverse cowgirl, commissary, sideways, backward, and upside fuckin.g down. My God, it was amazing! I had never been fucke.d the way he fucke.d me.

By the time Dray was finished with me, I couldn’t move. I was literally spent. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up the same way three hours later. Something in my subconscious woke me, letting me know Paul would be on the warpath.

How could I have been so stupid?

How did I think this would end?

Paul would find out, and he would kill me!

I ached so badly I could hardly move. I grabbed my clothes and rushed out of there without saying a word to Dray.

What good would waking him have done?

I’m lucky Paul never found out what I’d done. He wasn’t even home when I got there. I guess he stayed out with one of his whore.s. So luckily, even though I was a vile cheat and probably would have deserved his wrath, I got away with it.

I haven’t seen Dray since that day.

I need to see him.

I need to find him more like, but I have no idea where to look. All I knew about him back then was the name he gave me. I had no clue he was Draven Vidal, boss of the Vidal Crime Family. My sister’s boss.

How could I not know when everyone else did?

Why did no one introduce me to him at the wedding?

It would have been the decent thing to do!

I sat with my sister a few days ago, drinking coffee and looking at her wedding photographs. That’s when I saw him standing with Maria, my sister’s best friend, and wife to Jett, the MC’s Vice President. My heart pounded as I remembered how amazing he was that night, hoping my face wasn’t flaming because of how hot I was beginning to feel.

I asked Brooke who he was and why he was at her wedding. She laughed and told me, ‘That’s Draven Vidal, my boss, Maria and Hammer’s big brother. I can’t believe you didn't recognize him. I invited him to the wedding because he’s been good to me since I started working for him. He’s my friend, however weird that may sound.’

However, I hadn’t recognized him, and I felt pretty damn stupid. I mean, I had se.x with the most dangerous man around!

More than once!

In one night!

Hell, he gave me so many orgasm.s I lost count.

Draven Vidal is dangerous, violent, and a killer of the worst kind. He is not a man to be messed with. I’ve heard the stories, the sick and twisted tales of what that man is capable of, and I go and fall into bed with him without recognizing him.

How stupid does that make me?

Regardless of who he is, I need his help; I cannot do this alone. I’ve left Paul, the abusive bastard. I finally plucked up the courage to leave, and I don’t give a shi.t what my brothers think or say. I know what I’m risking by doing this, but I will find a way to make my life complete, one way or another. I’ve had enough of living a lie to please those around me, and I just cannot do it anymore. But that’s not what I need Draven’s help with. That’s a whole other ball game.