UNLEASH ME: SAVAGE BEAST MC 4
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UNLEASH ME
SAVAGE BEAST MC 4
Hayley Faiman
Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
UnLeash Me
Copyright © 2019 by Hayley Faiman
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Contents
Also by Hayley Faiman
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
UnHide Me
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Hayley Faiman
Men of Baseball Series—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria
Russian Bratva Series —
Owned by the Badman
Seducing the Badman
Dancing for the Badman
Living for the Badman
Tempting the Badman
Protected by the Badman
Forever my Badman
Betrothed to the Badman
Chosen by the Badman
Bought by the Badman
Collared by the Badman
Notorious Devils MC —
Rough & Rowdy
Rough & Raw
Rough & Rugged
Rough & Ruthless
Rough & Ready
Rough & Rich
Rough & Real
Cash Bar Series —
Laced with Fear
Chased with Strength
Flamed with Courage
Blended with Pain
Twisted with Chaos
Mixed with trouble
Forbidden Love Series —
Personal Foul
Kinetic Energy
SAVAGE BEAST MC —
UnScrew Me
UnBreak Me
UnChain Me
UnLeash Me
Unfit Hero Series —
CONVICT
HERO
FRAUD
Zanetti Famiglia Series —
Becoming the Boss
Becoming his Mistress
Becoming his Possession
Esquire Black Duet Series –
DISCOVERY
APPEAL
Standalone Titles
Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale
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Prologue
DELLA
SIX MONTHS AGO
I shouldn’t like the woman that I’ve become. I should hate myself. I’m an addict, plain and simple. My parents are both addicts as well. My father is addicted to power and money. My mother, she’s addicted to controlling my father and me, and anyone else who she thinks is standing in her way.
But me?
I crave sex.
I’m addicted to the freedom it gives me, the rush from an orgasm, the way in that single moment I have all of a man’s attention. I am his world for a split second. Maybe that comes from the power high my parents have, maybe that’s inside of me too. However, that high never lasts. It never stays. It disintegrates as soon as the moment is finished, as soon as he comes.
When Silver offered me the opportunity to save my parents and go with him, to become part of his club, I didn’t hesitate. Some probably think that I’m brave, that I love my parents so much that I would be willing to give my life for theirs.
It’s a lie.
I’m selfish.
I went for my own agenda.
The idea of being part of me being owned by those men. Rough, gritty, scary, sexy men, I jumped at it, selfishly. Not only did leaving get me out from under my parents’ thumbs, away from the country club men they’d been trying to pawn me off on for their own prestigious gain, but it was an adventure of a lifetime.
It was an adventure that promised satisfaction like no other. I already knew what Silver could deliver in that aspect and I couldn’t wait for more.
Climbing on the back of the man’s bike that I’ve been told they call Wolfe, I close my eyes and let out a sigh of relief as we ride away from the only place that I’ve ever known as my home.
I don’t look back.
Regret should fill me, but it doesn’t.
Instead, I’m filled with nothing but anticipation and excitement.
I hold on to the back of Wolfe’s leather-clad waist for what seems like hours, until finally he and Silver decide to rest. I can’t help but glance over to Silver, remembering just how good he felt inside of me the last time he paid a visit to my father. I want him again. Licking my lips, I can’t deny that maybe having both of them could be fun as well.
They’re both twice my age, but Silver is a complete beast. He actually left me satisfied, something that I don’t think anyone else has been capable of doing. Both of them together, it has the potential to leave me not just satisfied, but exhausted.
Wolfe chuckles, shaking his head. “He’s taken,” he announces. My body jerks and I look over to him, nodding, knowing that it probably wouldn’t take much to get him to relent. “Really fucking taken, babe.”
I blink at his finality, wondering if it’s true and if it is, why did he demand that I blow him just hours ago? Wolfe doesn’t offer anything else, in fact, we don’t speak again.
Instead, we spend the rest of the night and early morning wrapped in one another’s arms. I don’t ask any questions, my body too on edge with adrenaline, needing the release that I know this mountain of a man can offer me over and over again.
With a stretch, I wake up the next morning, my body sore and sated. I wait for a moment of regret to appear, it
usually does, but this time the sensation is absent. There is no fear, there is no regret. There is nothing but satisfaction. I feel completely safe with Silver and Wolfe, too. I feel at peace. Calm. Maybe even happy.
“What happens when I get wherever we’re going?” I ask, still half asleep from the long night of being fucked by this rough man.
“You’ll have your own space, a small room with some clothes. You won’t really need much as far as that goes, though. You’ll help take care of the clubhouse, maybe cook and clean a little. Then at night, you’ll do all that shit you’re so damn good at, for anyone who asks,” he states.
I bite the corner of my lip, my eyes shifting toward the other side of the room. “Silver…” I let my words trail off. Wolfe’s eyes narrow on me, then he shakes his head as if I’m exhausting to him.
“Ain’t happenin’ and if you fuck with his girl, in any way, you’re out on your ass and we’ll collect on that debt and take care of Mom and Pops,” he explains.
My breath hitches and at the same time my eyes widen. My gaze searches his, he’s dead serious. He probably thinks that I’m scared for my parents’ safety. I’m not. However, I am scared that I won’t be allowed to stay with them, that I’ll have to go back to my family. I have no desire to go back home.
Absolutely none.
“Get up and shower. We need to head out,” he orders as his hand slaps down against my bare ass cheek.
Silently, I roll away from him and shift off of the bed, walking toward the bathroom without a single care of my nudity. They’ve both seen me naked before and I have a feeling a lot more men will be seeing me this way soon.
* * *
JAGUAR
ONE MONTH LATER
I watch her from across the room. She’s beautiful. A tiny little curvy blonde. She takes hold of Mountain’s cock and slowly sinks to her knees before opening her mouth and sucking him deep down her throat.
My own dick hardens as jealousy fills my entire body at the sight of them together. She loves this shit. Fucking other men, knowing that I want to keep her for myself. Her eyes shift, they find mine and then she quickly turns her attention back to Mountain.
Pushing off the wall, I walk away from them. I can’t watch. Not when I want her for myself so damn bad that my entire body aches.
Walking behind the bar, I grab a bottle of Jack and make my way outside. Tonight is party night, just like every Friday night. The bonfire is high, the music is loud, the drinks are flowing and sex surrounds me.
I sink down in a chair, bringing the bottle to my lips and let the booze flow through me. I don’t know what it is about that new blonde that has me all tied up in knots, but I can’t get her off of my mind. I want her as mine. I want to keep her. I’ve become fucking obsessed with her.
Closing my eyes, I feel a hand slide along my chest. Opening one eye, I’m surprised to see that it’s her who is touching me. Immediately, I reach out, wrapping my hand around the back of her thigh, sliding it up her short jean skirt. Hoping to Christ I don’t come into contact with Mountain’s jizz between her thighs.
Without a word, she straddles my thighs. Those blue eyes that I’ve become so fucking obsessed with crash against mine. Silently, her hands work my jeans open. I let out a breath when I feel her fingers grip my length firmly.
I know that I should push her off. She’s just come from sucking Mountain’s cock. God only knows what else she did with him, but I can’t gather the strength to push her away. I need her. I fucking crave her. My breath hitches when I feel her pussy against the head of my dick, and then slowly, she sinks down along my length. Taking all of me inside of her wet heat.
Wrapping my hands around the cheeks of her ass, I tug her down hard on my dick, keeping her planted. Keeping her still and full of me. Allowing her to feel the way that I fill her, trying to communicate that she should fucking love me inside of her so goddamn much that she doesn’t want another man there.
“Stop fucking other men,” I grind out.
She smirks, reaching behind her back to untie her halter top. I grunt when her tits are exposed for me and anyone else who is around to ogle. Leaning forward, I wrap my lips around her nipple, opening my mouth, I gently bite the hard nub with a grunt.
Her head falls back as a sigh escapes her. “Be mine, Della,” I rasp against her flesh. Apparently, I’m not above begging.
She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine and sadness filling them. “You know that I can’t. I have a purpose here, Jag.”
Pulling her ass forward, I groan at the feel of her cunt moving around my dick. “Dragon won’t care, babe. I’m a member. You’d be my Old Lady, nobody would touch you anymore, nobody but me.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want that.”
“If I was Silver, you’d be beggin’ for it. Begging to be mine and only mine,” I growl.
She reaches forward, her hands wrapping around the sides of my neck as she begins to ride my dick harder. Her tits sway with the jerking of her hips. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t deny it and that makes my jealousy climb even higher.
Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the front of her neck and squeeze. Her eyes round, but she doesn’t stop fucking me. In fact, she bucks her hips faster, fucking me even harder.
I squeeze her throat a little more, watching as she chases her high, her orgasm. I shouldn’t like the thought of choking her, but fuck me, I do. I’m pissed off and frustrated. I want to see her struggle for breath, I want to be the one who allows her to even take one sip of air into her lungs.
Only after her pussy clamps down around my dick, do I release her throat. Moving my hands to her waist, I use her cunt to jerk myself off. Enjoying the way her spasming pussy feels as she glides along my cock.
Closing my eyes with a grunt, I pull her off of me, tossing her aside I watch as she sinks to the hard-rocky ground. Her eyes are glassy as she leans forward, opening her mouth. I shake my head.
Wrapping my fingers around my wet cock, I jack myself off. Three tugs and I watch as my cum lands against her face. She doesn’t flinch, instead she closes her eyes as my cum splashes against her skin. She hums softly, and once I’m finished, she finally opens her eyes and her lips turn up into a slow smile.
“I don’t want to be tied down to any man, Jaguar. I thought there was safety in Silver when I first arrived, but I’ve discovered all of you are safe. I’m finally happy. I’m not going to become someone’s little woman just because they want full access to me.”
“If they fall in love with you?” I ask, my eyes tracing my white cum on her cheeks and chin as it slowly drips down her face.
She shakes her head once. “You can’t fall in love with someone when all you know is how they feel wrapped around your dick.”
Without another word, she stands, turns, and walks away from me. I blink, watching her go. She doesn’t realize that I’m falling for her. Not just her cunt, but her. I want to keep her—own her. I want her for myself, not just because she’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, but because I just plain like her.
* * *
DELLA
THREE MONTHS LATER
Mountain winks at me from across the room. Standing, I start to make my way toward him. We have a little push and pull thing going on between us and I can’t deny that it’s fun. He’s a fun guy, though I don’t feel anything at all toward him, not romantically anyway. I doubt that he does either. We’re just in it for physical satisfaction and that’s probably one of the reasons that I like him so much. We’re just friends who fuck, nothing more.
I know that he has a thing for women of high class, women from money. I think that’s the only reason he plays with me as often as he does. I don’t mind it at all, the man is good. I’m only able to take a couple steps toward him though when Jaguar fills my view.
Stopping, I tilt my head back to look into his angry gaze. “Where the fuck are you going?” he growls.
“Over to Mountain,” I state truthfully.
Jaguar turns his head slightly, then shifts his gaze back over to me. I gasp, taking a step back when I see how angry his eyes are. He steps toward me, one step, then another. I back up until I slam into the corner of the room.
He lifts his hand, his fingers wrapping around the front of my neck. “Stop,” I whisper.
Jaguar shakes his head. “Why do you insist on driving me fucking crazy?” he demands.
“I don’t…”
He grunts. “You know that I want you. Just you.”
“No, you don’t. You want to control me. I don’t want that.”
He snorts. “Same fucking thing, Della.”
I don’t bother explaining to him that wanting someone and wanting to own them, control them—break them. Those are totally different things. I lived my whole life with a woman who would do everything in her power to break me so that she could control every aspect of my life and I refuse to do that now that I’m away from her.