by Jenika Snow
“I will. I love you, Dad.” She kissed his cheek and turned to leave.
“I love you too, Dani.”
She left him alone, and drove back toward Shakes’s home. As she pulled into the driveway, she saw the Soldiers van coming around the corner.
Demon was driving the van, and he nodded at her. “What’s going on?” she asked.
The back opened, and Shakes stumbled out. Going to his side, she saw his back and arm was blacked out, and she winced. There was some blood, and Joker helped her carry him into the house.
“You’re going to need to clean his back. He’ll be fine in a couple of days,” Joker said.
The Soldiers didn’t linger, and she winced at the mess of his back.
“Are you okay?”
“I am now that I’m home.”
They were all inside the house, making the space seem small. “I can’t believe they did this to you,” she said. Daniella left him, going to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. She knelt on the floor beside the sofa, and set about fixing up his back.
“This is what needed to be done. I’ve taken my punishment. We’re good now, baby. You’re going to be mine, and we’re going to be safe.”
She cupped his cheek. “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
Daniella pressed a kiss to his lips and attended to her man’s back. This is what she wanted, well, part of what she wanted. They were both safe, neither her father nor the club were hunting either of them. She just wished she wasn’t cleaning up Shakes’ back. It wasn’t perfect, but it was close.
Three months later
Shakes sat on the porch, drinking his beer, and watching his woman in the small garden she’d made just last week. He never saw himself living this life. He’d been so fucking proud of the club, of being in the club. Shakes had sported his MC tats proudly, and jumping from woman to woman had been the norm. But then Daniella had come along, and he’d fallen head over heels. He loved her. God, he loved her so damn much.
In the last three months, she’d become a part of his life irrevocably. She was going to school, because he was damn sure she’d get her degree and make something out of her life. He wanted that for her, and wanted her to do whatever she wanted without restrictions. He was also working for her father, and although working for Zeke was the last thing he wanted to do, it ensured that everything worked smoothly. He stared at her, a smile on his face.
He didn’t know what he’d do without her. No, that wasn’t true. He’d fucking lose it, destroy shit if she was taken from him.
“I swear these things aren’t going to grow. I think I did something wrong,” she said almost to herself, but then looked up at him, squinting.
“I think putting them in the ground is sufficient,” he said and smiled. Hell, he didn’t know shit about gardening, and had no desire to learn anything about it. “Maybe you should check out that plant in the corner.” He pointed the corner of the small patch of dirt she’d created for her plants and vegetables. She looked at the spot he pointed out, looked at him with a wrinkled brow, and then went over there. She bent over, and he grinned.
Her ass was in the air as she was on her hands and knees. The shorts she wore were gaping slightly, showing him that delectable crease where her legs met her ass.
She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “You’re such a dirty old man.
He started chuckling. “Baby, you like that I’m dirty,” he gave her a wink. She went back to gardening, and he sat there, realizing this was his life now, and damn was it a good one. It might be boring at times, anticlimactic since he was used the violence and danger of the club, but being with Daniella, having her at his side, was so worth it. Fuck, was it worth it.
He loved this woman, loved her so damn much he ached inside because of it, and having a life where he watched her garden instead of riding his Harley with the MC, had him content and happy. Wasn’t that what life was really about? He had regrets about a lot of things in his life, but being with her wasn’t one of them. This was his life now, and he embraced it. She was his world, and he’d be there for her no matter what.
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Her breath left her, her heart raced, and her palms were sweating. She couldn’t take her eyes off Zeke. He disgusted her, scared her, but even all of that couldn’t stop the sick, demented part of her that found the power he emitted arousing. She looked away, unable to watch what he was doing to the woman.
“You’ll fucking watch me, Alessandria,” he ground out, sounding out of breath.
Alessandria shook, the chains rattling, her entire body feeling as though it had a mind of its own. She lifted her head, stared at Zeke, and saw the sadistic glow in his eyes, the pain, and pleasure that came from him and slammed into her.
Zeke turned back around to face the woman he was whipping. She was chained up, her arms above her head, her body naked except for the tiny pair of panties she wore. Her thighs and back had whip marks on them, slashes of red, raised welts from his belt.
“You see how much she likes it,” Zeke said. He brought the belt down on the chained woman’s back again, and she arched, moaned, and clenched her thighs, as if trying to stem off her arousal. Zeke turned and faced Alessandria again, and her breath left her, her pussy became wetter, more sensitive. He stared at her a second, a smirk of sadistic pleasure on his face.
Zeke looked at Bella again, brought the belt on the woman’s back again and again, so many times Bella leaned farther, as if seeking reprieve, but moaning out for more. The binding on her arms stopped Alessandria from moving anymore than a couple of inches, but for some reason, that restrained feeling, the knowledge that this man, this monster, wanted her in the same way, wanted his marks on her, turned Alessandria on.
“You’ll be chained here soon, Alessandria. You’ll be covered in my marks, then you’ll be filled with my cum as I fuck you, make you mine.” Zeke was breathing so hard now, his focus on her as he beat the other woman. She lowered her gaze to his crotch and saw he was so hard. She would have thought beating the woman was turning him on, and although she knew he was a sadist, that he liked giving pain, because it gave him pleasure, she knew that right now, he was getting off because she was watching him.
Licking her lips, she gasped as Zeke raised his belt in the air then brought it down on Bella’s back again. Alessandria crossed her legs as she watched, wishing for some reprieve. The man before her was a monster to the core. He had stolen Alessandria, and had sold so many women that she couldn’t even count how the number of depravities he’d committed.
Zeke was a bad man, yet he hadn’t allowed her to be sold. He’d brought her back to his house, and she’d been waiting for him to strike.
He dropped the belt to the floor but she knew he wasn’t anywhere near done with Bella. The woman loved pain, and that love was clear to see with just one glance. He wrapped her hair around his fist, tugging her hair back. Alessandria couldn’t look away; she was enthralled by his harsh, brutal touch. What would it be like to have his hand in her hair, tugging on the length? He was so large there was no way he’d be able to cause anything but pain.
You want it.
You want his touch on your body.
It was wrong. He was her kidnapper, the man who’d taken her against her will, and yet she hadn’t even tried to run.
“Let’s see how much she enjoys what I did, Alessandria” Zeke said.
She watched his hand, mesmerized, as it glided down Bella’s body. The woman’s stomach clenched but she wasn’t trying to get away from Zeke’s touch; she wanted it, she wanted him.
His hand dived between Bella’s thighs, and Alessandria heard the wet sound as he played with her pussy.
“Ah, nice and wet, just how I like it.” He pulled his fingers out of Bella’s pussy, and made her lick it.
Alessandria gasped. She’d never
witnessed anything so erotic in her life.
Suddenly, he turned the woman, and she got a good look at the woman’s back. She winced at the sight; the woman’s back was covered in red welts.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Zeke asked.
She didn’t say a word.
“I’m not finished yet. Bella’s one of my favorites. She can take the pain I like to give out, because she loves it, yearns for it. Can you handle it, Alessandria? Will you soon yearn for my belt?”
To be continued…
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