Roman

Welcome to book 9 in the Snakes Henchmen MC series! This book will include subjects that can be upsetting for some, but there will be trigger warnings when and if needed. The book will be free to read, and all I ask in return is that you leave comments :) I hope you enjoy Roman and Marley's! Women and I are like the sea and salt. We go together or cu.m together, depending on the chick. I like to fuc.k; it’s in my blood. I don’t even give a shi.t whose puss.y it is as long as they are willing, and trust me, they’re always willing. I’ve never been short of admirers. I’m a ladies’ man, a man-whor.e some would say. Or I was until I saw the little blonde with the big blue eyes coming my way. Ever since we found Wrench alive and doing well, thanks to Marley, I haven’t been able to take my mind off her. I want her in every way imaginable. I’ve never had my mind on a woman so much, but it seems she doesn’t want me. I never chase women because I can’t be bothered. I’m too used to them coming to me for what they want. I’m used to getting what I want when I want. With Marley? She’s having none of it and isn’t interested, so she says. But you see, the thing is, I can see just how much she really wants me; it shines too fuckin.g bright in her eyes. I should have given up by now, but something stops me. I can’t even fuc.k some other chick because I can’t get Marley out of my head. No girl has ever gotten inside my head like that. I’ve never wanted to give my all to anyone before. However, when Marley called me from that motherfucke.r Bulldog’s phone, begging me for help because he’d kidnapped her. Again, I might add. I rounded up the boys, and Shepard had us ride over there. He wants the whole Devils Roadkill club gone from the world. I can’t believe Marley had to suffer that bastard before now. No wonder she lives alone in a cabin in the woods! The cunt who runs Devils Roadkill, Bulldog, needs to die. Fuc.k, if there’s anyone on this earth who truly needs to meet the reaper, it’s that motherfucke.r. We’ve been working toward this day for weeks. After everything the piece of crap put my cousin, not to mention our family through, it’s time to wipe him off the face of the earth! Naturally, we’ve surrounded the Devils Roadkill clubhouse. We know who’s inside and who’s missing. Shepard sent a few Brothers off to find the missing cunts, and the rest will burn. Bikers, Old Ladies, it doesn’t matter in this case. Whoever’s inside will die. It’s that simple. Shepard doesn’t want any comebacks this time. All traces of this club need to be gone. Was it fair to keep Wrench out of this? Yes, he’s not fully healed, and the Prez won’t risk anything happening to him again, not after last time and seeing how ill it made Elie. She’s eight and a half months pregnant; ain’t no Brother in this MC gonna risk that kid inside of her – not a second time. Hawk and I have the whole place rigged up with explosives, but they won’t go off until I’ve found Marley. That isn’t to say we won’t smoke these motherfucker.s out. Of course, we banked on them fighting back; only idiots wouldn’t count on something like that. Few bullets here, few dead bodies there; it’s all the same to us. However, there’s the big bastard of a Prez of theirs, our Prez’s younger half-brother, child rapist, Elie’s father. The good-for-nothing piece of shi.t that’s coming at me with his fuckin.g knife. My gun jams, and I can’t get the fucke.r to unload. Fuc.k! He’s inches away from me, within fuckin.g stabbing distance when his whole fuckin.g chest blows out and knocks him back right before my damn eyes. Damn. “Should’ve done that over twenty years ago.” Is all Shepard says, in the coldest and most uncaring manner I’ve ever heard. Wow. I’m impressed. The monster that was Bulldog is gone. I know two ladies who’ll be sleeping easier tonight. Coral and Elie. There are bodies everywhere, some of our men injured because of this, and still, I can’t find Marley. The whole place is now filling with smoke. Prez yells for us to get out. We’ve got six minutes before the explosives go off. But I’m not leaving this place without my girl! Yeah, I said it, my girl. “Where is she?!” I yell in the face of some bleeding motherfucke.r on the floor next to the bar. He doesn’t have to tell me shi.t, he’s dying. But as I push my fingers into the bullet wound in his chest, he spills it. He knows exactly whom I’m talking about without me having to say her name. “Prez’s room,” He gasps out. That’s right, you piece of shi.t, tell me what I want to know, then maybe I’ll let you die in peace. “Down the corridor, first door on the left.” I smirk while bringing my knife down across his throat. Prick gargles on his own blood. Pain and fear flash in his eyes. Just the way I like them. Hey, I said maybe I’d let him die in peace. You didn’t actually believe me, did you? “Marley?!” I yell her name, hoping she’ll answer me, but the smoke is so fuckin.g thick this side of the clubhouse that she’s probably inhaled too much and passed out. I tuck my nose into my cut, hoping to breathe a little easier while searching for the right door. First door on the left. There it is, even has the cock.y bastards sprawled name across it. It takes a couple of kicks, but the fuckin.g thing gives. I was right; the room is filling with smoke, but I see Marley passed out on the bed. Grabbing the blanket beside her, I wrap Marley up in it and rush from the damn building in hopes I’m in time to save us both. She weighs hardly fuckin.g anything, which is a bonus right now. “Give her to me, son.” I shake my head at BlackJack. I’ve got her, and I’m never letting her go. I breathe deeply as the clubhouse explodes in a flash of fire and noise. It’s over. They’re gone. Any Devil dogs that are left won’t make it through the night. Those Devils Roadkill cunts finally got what’s coming to them, and who knows, maybe I’ll get the girl. I get Marley back to the clubhouse, and Doc checks her over. Marley is far from fine, but she has no lasting damage, nothing that won’t heal, at least. She’d been raped violently and beaten the hell out of, and I have to wonder just how many times this has happened to her. I lay Marley down on my bed, but it isn’t long before she wakes up, scared, and not knowing where she is. “Hey, it’s okay.” “What’s going on, Roman?” Marley brings her hand to her mouth and coughs. I sit on the bed beside her and take her hand in mine. “It’s over, Marley,” I tell Marley everything that had gone down, and I watch the tears falling from her eyes as I do. “He’s really gone?” I nod. “He can never hurt you again. I promise.” Marley breaks down sobbing. I hold her while she cries it all out, and I make sure she knows that she’s safe now. Marley pulls away from me, her eyes on my mouth as she breathes heavily. I want to kiss her so badly, but I don’t think she needs that right now. Marley has been through hell and back, and I wish more than anything I could have saved her from it all. I stroke the back of my hand down her bruised face. I’m a tough son of a bitc.h, and nothing much hurts me. However, seeing how sad and lost Marley looks hurts more than I could say. “Roman?” “Yeah?” Marley swallows hard. I wait for her to speak, but she doesn’t. She grabs my cut in her hands and pulls me toward her. I steady myself with my hands on the bed, and I can’t help kissing her. I don’t want to be the kind of bastard who takes advantage of a woman when all she needs is tenderness. However, Marley doesn’t give me a chance to protest; she’s kissing me like a woman possessed, tongues crashing, moans escaping both of us. I can’t do this; it’s wrong. I take Marley’s face in my hands as gently as I can and rest my forehead against hers. “Marley, you don’t want this; you’re upset and not thinking straight.” “For the first time in a long time, I’m thinking straight. I have wanted you since the moment I met you. I want you to make love to me, Roman.” She clutches at my neck. “Sweetheart, you’ve been through enough. It wouldn’t be right for me to take advantage of you.” Even if I am fighting the urge to rip her clothes off and take right here and right now. Marley was raped. She can’t possibly want this. “You’re not taking advantage of me, Roman. I know what I’m doing. I want this. Please take it all away. Make me forget. Please.” She begs with her eyes closed. I’m a bastard of the worst kind, but I’ve never taken advantage of a vulnerable woman in my life. However, Marley needs me – needs this, and I can give it to her. I stand from the bed and remove my clothes piece by piece. Marley watches me, eyes widening at the sight of my naked body. I smirk to myself. I get that look a lot. I worked hard for this body, and even harder to keep it. It takes a lot of work when you reach my age. I climb on the bed beside her and kiss her neck. “Are you sure about this, Marley?” I want her to be sure because I would never do anything she didn’t want me to do. I am not that man. I shouldn’t be doing this at all. I should tell her no, and that will be the end of it. But she’s clinging to me like a Gorilla clinging to its mother. “Please, Roman. You’re all I’ve thought about since the first moment I saw you. You’ve proved again and again that you won’t hurt me. I want to be with you.” That’s all I need to hear. I grab the hem of Marley’s soot-soaked t-shirt, but she grabs my hands and stops me. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” “Please don’t make me take it off, Roman,” I look into her eyes. She’s hiding something from me, yet I can’t make her tell me what. “If you see what’s underneath my shirt, you won’t want me.” “Whatever you’re hiding, Marley, you can tell me.” She shakes her head with her eyes closed. I lay my hand on her face, turning her to me, kissing her lips softly. “I will always want you, Marley, no matter what.” Marley opens her eyes and looks at me. “Then make love to me, Roman.” I kiss her hard, and she moans into my mouth. Pulling away, I watch as she tears off her jeans with a smirk on her face, then comes her panties. My eyes widen as she spreads her legs for me, giving me a glimpse of her perfect puss.y. My heart is pounding as she grabs my hand and pushes it between her legs. “Can you feel how wet I am for you, Roman?” I nod my head because I can’t seem to find my voice. She’s so wet for me. I don’t understand how she can want this after everything. But I won’t question it, not when she’s sure she wants me. Who am I to tell her it’s too soon? I lie Marley back on the bed and climb between her legs. I look into her eyes while stroking her face with my hand. Marley has been so used and abused by Bulldog, and I don’t want to hurt her in any way. I’m not the kind of man who makes love to women; I fuc.k them and make them cu.m their brains out. However, I want to make love to Marley. I want to show her that she is worth more than she’s been led to believe. I kiss Marley tenderly as I enter her willing body. My head drops to her shoulder because of the sensation of her puss.y walls tightening around my coc.k is almost too much. I’ve wanted this since the moment I met her, and now that I have her, it’s like every dream I’ve ever had come true. Marley clings to me tightly as we make love. The whole time we look into each other’s eyes, and at this moment in time, this perfect moment, I know that I’ll never let her go. I’ve never felt like this about anyone in my life. I never wanted to claim a woman. The world knows what a male slut I am, how I’ll fuc.k anything with a puss.y that moves. This is different, however. All those times I’ve mocked my Brothers for falling in love, for claiming a woman when they could be out there loving many in the biblical sense. However, here I am, Roman Walker, falling for the woman who saved my cousin’s life. I kiss Marley deep and tell her, “You’re mine, Marley. God, you are mine!” “Roman,” Is all she whispers in my ear as we both cu.m hard. I pull out of her and hold her so damn close to me, telling her how everything will be okay now. “I will never let anything happen to you ever again, Marley. I promise on everything I love that you are safe now.” No fucke.r would ever dare touch what’s mine and live to tell the tale. Marley tightens her arms around my waist, her head tucked into my neck. “I believe you.” She whispers sleepily. I pull the covers over both of us, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms. Everything is going to be okay. I’ll get Marley the help she needs to get past everything that’s happened to her. No one in their right mind would expect her to be okay. She’s bound to have some form of PTSD. I will keep her safe, and from now on, she’s mine. If only I’d felt her climb out of that bed and leave. If only I’d woken up and stopped her. If only…