Three Strikes
Book One in the Demon Disciples Series
Copyright © 2020 Allana Walker
Edited by Karen Sanders
Cover Design by The Pretty Little Design Co.
Formatting by Muriel Garcia – Formatting & Translation
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Due to the contents within this book, it is intended for 18+. Due to sexual nature, swearing and violence. It is advised that you read with caution.
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Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty –Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
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Acknowledgements
About The Author
Dedication
The love you deserve will find you unexpectedly and in the strangest of places.
~Allana Walker
Chapter One
Striker
I stare at this barely legal, petite dirty-blonde-haired girl who just walked in, while Sara, one of the club whores, tries to get me hard. I was getting there and about to drag her to my room when Nico's jail-bait walked in with that bitch.
But what you wouldn't give to fuck her virginal pussy, right?
If she’s a virgin.
Pushing that thought out of my head as quick as these guys whip their cocks out for the whores, I follow their line of sight to see they're talking about Blaze. Fucker is weird as shit, tries to crawl up my ass every chance he gets. I have no clue why Dad puts up with his useless ass. He may be the VP's nephew, but I’d have kicked his ass out as soon as he fucked up the first time.
“Nico, your school bunny is here.”
Turning to look, a wide beaming smile appears on his lips when his eyes land on her. “Looks like she brought a friend, Striker.” He winks at me.
“Not a chance in hell. I don't do sixteen-year-old jailbaits.”
“Think of how tight that little pussy is. Ruin her for other men,” Snickers says beside me as one of the whores paws at him as he stands at the bar.
“Why don't you go fuck her then?” I snap, drinking my beer.
“She's young enough to be my granddaughter. In fact, she may just be in my granddaughter’s class.”
“So is the whore sucking your cock right now. You know, there are names for men like you.” I shake my head, looking back at this bitch crashing the party. I can’t keep my eyes off her.
“I know.” Snickers smirks. “Legend.” He wiggles his eyebrows and laughs his head off.
Asshole.
Nico laughs along with him. “You need to get laid, man.”
“No. What I need is these jailbaits out of my club before the cops come looking for them.”
“Striker, man. You know who Jess’ dad is, right?” Nico questions me.
“No, I don’t, asshole. I don’t fucking know her.”
“Does the name Cross ring any bells?” He raises his eyebrow at me. Snickers shoves the whore off him and turns his full attention to us and our conversation.
Nosy prick.
“Cross? The Cross? Who brought down the De Costas?”
“The very same.” We were too young back then to remember, but we’ve heard enough stories to feel like we were there. “He can help us with insider information on the other MCs here, Strike.”
“Jess is smitten with you, Nico. Do you want to break that pretty little heart? Are you willing to sacrifice all that just so we can get one up on other MCs?” He looks over at her then looks down, which says to me that he isn’t willing to do it. “I didn’t think so. We don’t need one up on the others. We’re the biggest in Phoenix. No-one can stop us.” I slap him on the back.
Turning back around when he leaves to head towards his high school bunny, my eyes land on her friend again. She’s small, around five-five, slim but not too slim, and her legs go on for days. Her eyes lock with mine. I have this urge to drag her by the hair to my room and fuck her raw, ruining her for anyone else who puts their dick in her. Images of her on all fours, pulling her long hair so her neck is almost at the point of snapping enter my mind. I feel my dick getting hard at the thought of it. Our eyes stay locked until she breaks the connection and her attention is back on to Nico, who makes her giggle. The giggle runs through me like my knife runs through everyone who crosses me.
I need to get out of this room.
Back in my room, I can think of nothing but the things I could do to the pretty little blonde with the intense eyes. My cock is still hard from when I imagined her on all fours.
Walking to my cupboard on the wall, I’m met with an array of blades; different sizes, different sharpness. I pull out my favorite blade, my pride and joy.
My door bursts open and slams closed. Looking over, I see the little dirty blonde jailbait slide down my door and hug her knees.
“Well, well. Look what someone gifted me.” Her eyes snap up to look up at me. She tries to stand, staggering and reaching for the door when she sees I’m holding a knife in my left hand. An evil smile tugs at my lips. I’m in front of her before she can open the door.
No chance, little girl.
“Now, the question is, do I kill you? Fuck you?” Tilting my head to the side, I look into scared eyes. “Or both?”
Taking a handful of her hair, causing a satisfying gasp, I drag her a little and throw her onto my bed. I climb on top of her, my knees on her triceps and my crotch close to her face. My cock hardens at the thought of her mouth bobbing up and down on my dick. She tries to wriggle free, but I’m too strong. “How old are you?”
“S-seventeen, eighteen in three weeks.” Her voice quivers and her words slightly slurred.
This girl’s wasted. I wait for the rational side of my brain to tell me this is wrong and not to fuck a wasted barely legal teen, but that side died years ago.
She gifted herself to me. Time take the gift and rip it open.
“Oh, little girl, you walked into the lion’s den. You can’t expect to escape with your life that easily.” I undo my belt and jeans. Climbing off her, I pull her up. She just comes up to my chest. I kiss her to try and loosen her up. She starts kissing me back and moans against my mouth. Her hands pull my jeans down, falling with a clink on the hardwood floor. I bite down on her lip hard, drawing blood. The metallic taste on my tongue and the fact she hasn’t tried to run when she could so easily try only spurs me on further.
“Get on your knees.” I hold her jaw as she drops to her knees in front of me. Her hazel eyes stay on mine. Without me having to say anything, she begins sucking me off, and damn, this girl can give head. “Wait.” I have to stop her, feeling like a teenager about to blow his load just because a girl touched his dick. Pushing her back, I have to gather myself, placing my back against the wall. She crawls over to me, taking me back in her mouth, still looking up at me.
“Shit,” I whisper as I feel her teeth scrap the underside of my cock. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pull her off me and lift her to her feet. Her hazel eyes look up at me and there’s no longer fear. It’s been replaced by lust and desire. Crashing my mouth to hers, I back her up towards my desk and turn her around, pushing her so she flops forward, her hands slapping on the oak wood desk, facing the cupboard of blades.
After pulling her jeans and lacy thong down, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze hard. Hard enough to let very little air through, but not enough to stop it completely.
“You have to understand, princess. You can’t barge into a man’s room looking like you do and not expect to be fucked.” My free hand curves round her ass to the entrance to her sweet, sweet pussy. “Tell me, how many men have been here?” I stick two fingers inside and start moving. “Men, baby. Not boys. Men.” I continue to move my fingers, adding another digit, stretching her ready for me. She groans, moving against my fingers. Applying more pressure around her neck, I push my fingers knuckles deep into her, my hard cock rubbing between her ass cheeks. “Answer me.”
“Two,” she whispers through the tiniest bit air I’ve allowed her to breathe. “And my name is Daria Denver,” she snaps, pissing me off further. Removing my fingers, I line my cock up to her entrance, and without warning, I slam into her hard.
“I’m all about the double Ds, but that’s the wrong answer.” I start pounding into her.
The moans and the groans coming from her only make me want to fuck her harder. We move in sync. I feel myself about to blow, and the way she’s groaning, I know she’s close too. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, she should be screaming at me to get her fuck off her. Shooting my load into her, I don’t care if she came or not.
I release her neck, shoving her forward with such force she bangs her head in my desk. I walk to my bathroom, slamming the door hard. I hear a picture fall off the wall. I turn the shower on to the hottest setting, washing away the feeling of hate for myself for fucking a girl that’s barley legal. You just screwed a teenager. I start pulling at my hair, the scalding water burning my skin. I punch the wall over and over again until my knuckles bleed.
I scrub my body all over, trying to get rid of her scent, the hot water still hitting off my skin. I close my eyes, which was the worst thing I could have done. All I see is her. The way her body felt, the way it moved in sync with mine. Her moans echoing, the feel of her pussy contracting as I moved inside her. Her looking over her shoulder at me as I screwed her from behind. Her eyes, those caramel-like liquid eyes, darkened the closer she got to her high. I feel myself harden again. I need to fuck her again. Switching off the shower, I open the door to find an empty room and my door wide open.
She left.
Looking around, I see my knife cabinet is still open, but there’s an empty space where my small carving knife used to be.
Slamming the door shut, I run out in search of the little bitch who dared take something that wasn’t hers.
I look around the clubhouse in search of her, but all I see are the whores looking at me with lust-filled eyes. Ignoring them, I run outside. She can’t have gotten far in this short amount of time. Running out of the gate, I look down the street just in time to see her getting into a car.
Whore.
“You can run, but you can’t hide forever, little girl,” I whisper into the wind.
Chapter Two
Daria
As soon as he took his dick out of me, I felt empty, yet full at the same time. Looking up to the cabinet above me, I take a small knife for protection in case that man is out there waiting for me. He tried to force himself on me until another man pulled him off me. Sprinting, I make it to the gate.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I come face to face with the man who pulled that guy off me, a look of concern across his eyes. I pull out the knife. He steps back, holding up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I won’t hurt you. My name’s Chucky.”
“Open the gate,” I demand, hoping I sound threatening because I sure as hell don’t feel like it. I just need out of here.
“Okay, sweetheart. Okay.” Reaching around the door of the cabin, he pushes a button that operates the doors, and they slowly open.
Once out, I put the knife away and begin the long walk home. I could have gotten a cab, but I need to clear my head after what just happened.
How could I have been so stupid? I shouldn't have come. I should have said no and stayed with Mom and Dad in the safety of my own home. Tears fall, dripping off my chin as I hug my midsection, walking like I’m on my way to the gallows.
A car passes when I'm halfway down the street then comes to a standstill, causing me to pause mid-step. My heart almost stops dead when the car reverses, screeching to a halt beside me.
What if it's that guy, Striker I think Nico called him, I just had sex with? Or the one that touched me up in the hallway? What if they want to make me a whore like those other girls?
My heart slams harder when the window lowers. My feet won’t work. Reaching into my back pocket, my hand wraps around the handle of the knife I stole from Striker’s room, ready to swipe them enough for me to run away.
“Get in.” I hear a gruff voice from inside the car and the passenger door opens. When I don't move, the voice comes out urgent and angry. “Daria, get in the fucking car.”
Climbing in, I feel myself calming a little when I see who's in the driver seat.
“How did you know I was here?” I look down at my knotted hands in my lap. When he doesn't answer me, I look up to see he's staring straight ahead, his nose flaring and tension in his eyebrows. We drive in uncomfortable silence, and I notice he doesn't take the turn to my house.
“Where are we going?” Again, he doesn't answer me and continues to drive. My heart races like a greyhound chasing a fake hare at the races. I can’t do this. Not tonight.
Pulling up to a hotel, he gets out once we park and rounds the car to my side, opening the door. He takes my hand and pulls me out of the car and into the hotel’s reception area. The girl behind the desk hands him a key card. We ride up in the elevator in silence. I wish he would just say something. Anything.
I feel the events of the night hit me like a wrecking ball once in the room. Hot tears fall silently as I watch him walk towards the drinks cabinet, pouring a large glass of brown liquid and drinking it in one gulp. Walking up behind him, I place a hand on his shoulder. “Please.” He shrugs me off and begins to pace the floor. “Please, say something.”
“Why, Daria?” He stops, looking at me, broken. “Why them?” I lower my head. “Answer me. Because I'm having a real hard fucking time trying to think of a reason why you would whore yourself out like that.”
My eyes snap up to meet his angry grey orbs. “Whoring myself out? Isn't that what our mothers have been doing to us? And we've been going along with it all because we’re too chicken shit to stand up for ourselves!” Angry tears fall rapi
dly down my cheeks. “Our mothers have had this partnership planned since we were in diapers, Jake. So, don’t come at me about whoring myself out when that’s exactly what our mothers have being doing to us.”
“I know, Daria. I just can’t bear the thought of some other guy being with you that way, especially after last week.” Closing his eyes, he presses his lips together. His hands clench into a fist. “You could have gone anywhere, Dee!” Jake shouts at me. “But you went to those barbaric assholes that use women like objects. Tell me you didn't sleep with any of them.”
My arms hug my mid-section, and I avert my eyes from his gaze. I walk towards the window overlooking the lake, and then I feel his body against my back. I take in a shuddering breath and close my eyes as a tear drops from my chin.
“Fuck, Daria. What the hell were you thinking?” I try to think of a reply, but nothing comes. “Did they force you?” His voice is low and quiet. Shaking my head, I bring one hand to my mouth to stop the impending sob that's caught in my throat. “Tell me so I can understand, Dee.”
“Jess asked me to go to a party with her. To relax, go out with my best friend, be a normal teenager and actually have fun for a change. I slept with one of them,” I admit, turning to look him in the eye. “And I wanted it. I wanted to feel wanted, to be fucked without anyone planning the time and place of it. Without my mom planning every detail. Without your mom forcing you to fall for me. To be free for once!” I scream at him as more tears fall. “I did it for revenge! Revenge on someone who will never know about it, so what was the point?”
A rush of nausea consumes me as the guilt of what has happened tonight becomes too much. I sprint past Jake towards the bathroom and throw up in the toilet.
“When did I become such a slut?” I cry, wiping my mouth and sitting to the side of the toilet. “Why did I decide to start disobeying my parents?” I look up at Jake. “Jake, what am I going to do?”
Sighing, he kneels opposite me. “If they question where you’ve been all night, you’ve been with me. Okay?” He pulls me into a hug. “We went for dinner and a movie. It was late when the movie finished, so we decided to get a hotel.” Taking out his cell, he fires off a text to, I assume, his parents and takes mine to do the same to my parents. It doesn’t take long for Dad to message back.
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