TORTURE ME: The Bandits MC

by Leah Wilde

  My desire-tense body relaxed. I ran my hands over my face. There was no denying it now. I’d been caught red-handed. “Yes,” I admitted. “I’m looking for someone else who can help me get some information out of Dimitri.”

  “Let me guess. You want someone more aggressive,” she accused me, hitting the nail right on the head.

  “I don’t know if that’s necessarily what I want,” I lied to her. “But I feel like you’re hiding things from me,” I finally admitted to her, getting it off my chest. “I feel like there are things you don’t share.”

  “You fucking bastard,” she hissed, still stepping away from me. The betrayal written all over her face was painful to see, more painful to know I was the one betraying her. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. “Dimitri was right about you,” she yelled.

  “Whoa, what?” I held up my hands, completely blindsided by her comment.

  “He tried to tell me you were just using me, but I didn’t want to believe him.” Tears streamed down her face. She gripped her nightgown as she sobbed and cried out to me.

  I wanted to grab her and pull her against me. I wished I could soothe her heartache. I was supposed to be the one trying to seduce her, not trying to stab her in the back, which was exactly what I was doing. There was no denying it.

  “I told him he was wrong,” she continued. “I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about. I told myself he was just trying to confuse me. But no. I see now that he was right about you. You’re a monster!”

  Her voice started cracking and growing louder. Soon, the neighbors would hear her screaming at me. I didn’t want that. In my line of business, drawing attention of any sort was usually a bad thing, and I didn’t need cops knocking on my door in the middle of the night to figure out the details of a domestic abuse accusation.

  I approached her with my hands up, trying to catch her wrists. She started flailing her arms at me, landing a few hits on my shoulders and my chest before I was able to grip her and start pushing her back into the bedroom where we could talk.

  “Get off me,” she fussed, almost growling in her rage.

  “Julia, please,” I said calmly. “Calm down so we can talk about whatever is bothering you.”

  “No. Let. Me. Go.” She pushed against me with her wrists. “I mean it, Gage. I’m done.”

  I pushed her into the bedroom and pinned her against the wall.

  “What are you doing?” she hissed.

  “I’m trying to subdue you, Julia. You’re acting crazy. You need to calm down,” I tried to convince her.

  “You need to calm down,” she yelled in my face.

  Holding her against the wall by her wrists, I pressed myself against her. The fighting and yelling was even turning me on for her. I pushed my body hard against her, holding her against the wall.

  Even though she was still growling and spitting at me, when she felt the desire growing for her in my jeans, she spread her legs and rocked her hips against me, moaning as she rubbed herself along my growing erection.

  I took both of her petite wrists in one hand above her head and wrapped my fingers under her chin, squeezing her mouth and pulling her to me for a kiss. Our lips met for the first time, and I could feel her body melt against the wall. Our mouths worked together, in unison, as our tongues darted out, furiously tangling and wrestling with each other.

  I let go of her hands, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, really driving myself against her body. She moaned into my mouth. She rocked her hips against me, harder, more furiously.

  Then, just as suddenly as it had all started, she shoved me away.

  “Stay away from me,” she hissed. “I can’t believe you.”

  She pointed a finger at me, holding me in my place as she backed through the doorway and started down the hall to the living room. But I wasn’t about to let her get away from me. I reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

  Julia turned and shot me a painful, stabbing look with her fiery eyes.

  “I can’t believe you. Dimitri’s right about you. You’re just using me, just like you’re using him. You’re going to kill us both when you’re done.”

  I let go and stepped back from her. “What are you talking about? Kill you? Are you out of your mind?”

  “No, Gage. I was out of my mind when I agreed to help you, and when I agreed to let you hold me here against my will,” she snapped.

  I grabbed her and pulled her to me. “Listen to me,” I told her.

  “No, you listen to me,” she retorted. “I’m getting a cab and leaving. I’m going home. If you even so much as think about me, I will have your thug biker ass arrested so fast your head will spin.”

  My need for her surged, growing painfully hard against my jeans, screaming to reach out and get to her.

  “No, you’re not,” I told her, turning around and throwing her down on the bed.

  I stood over her and pulled off my belt, letting it dangle from my hand like I was about to whip her with it, just long enough to hold her attention.

  “You’re going to listen to what I have to tell you.”

  She looked at the belt, then at me with worry in her eyes, reminding me that no matter how furious our passion felt, she was not anything like the women I was normally with. I dropped my belt, not liking the look in her eyes as she thought I was about to beat her.

  “You shouldn’t listen to Dimitri. He’s going to try to get you to set him free, but the moment he’s not tied down, he’s going to attack you. He will rape you in a heartbeat, and then he’ll kill you before running off,” I explained to her.

  The thought of bending her over the little wooden table in that room and having my way with her caused me to twitch in my pants. I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my jeans to the floor. I climbed onto the bed on top of her.

  “I’m not going to let that happen to you,” I told her.

  Her petite hands brushed over my arms, welcoming me down on top of her.

  I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, and you should know I would never do anything to hurt you.”

  I pressed myself down against her nightgown between her legs, feeling the heat from between her legs inviting me into her.

  She reached down with those little hands and wrapped her fingers around the bottom of her nightgown, raising her legs and the fabric to open herself to me.

  I reached down and ran a finger along the tight, delicate, hairless folds of skin between her thin legs. I pressed in and felt her juices gathering for me. I rubbed my finger along the inside of her lips, spreading her around, getting her nice and wet to accept me.

  She moaned and arched her back.

  It was time. If I didn’t take the chance tonight, I knew it would miss it.

  Chapter 12

  Julia

  I pulled my nightgown off over my head as Gage’s gorgeous body hovered over me, revealing my body to him. I was ready to give myself to him. I wanted him to have me.

  I pulled my legs up to open myself to him, as his hips slid down between my thighs. I quivered in anticipation. Then, he delicately slid a finger between the wet folds of skin between my legs, spreading me open and spreading my juices around my tight entrance before pressing his head against me.

  I arched my back and moaned as he entered me, pressing his thick head between my lips and slowly driving his shaft deep into me. All of the pent up desires locked deep within my body began to unwind immediately at his touch.

  I gripped his arms and pulled him down to me. As she thrust inside me, pushing deeper and deeper until all of him filled all of me, the muscles on his chest and abs rubbed against my nipples, hardening them and sending quick little jolts of pleasure down throughout my body.

  “Do you like that?” he asked as he stroked himself into me.

  “Yes, Gage,” I moaned, arching my back and pressing my breasts against him. “Take me, Gage.
Use me,” I pleaded.

  I relaxed my back, letting my body melt back into the bed as he continued to fill me with his desire. I felt his throbbing pulse in his manhood as he rubbed against my inner walls. I grabbed one of his hands and pulled it over to grab one of my breasts. His large fingers rolled my nipple between them as he cupped the swell of my breast and squeezed me in his firm palm. I squeezed my other breast, pulling and twisting my nipple.

  He pushed into me harder, deeper. Faster. He drove himself into me, pulling his shaft back along my tight opening and plunging it all the way in again. I tilted my hips so that the ridge on his head flicked my g-spot every time he passed it, causing my muscles to contract and squeeze his shaft as he slid back and forth in me.

  I moaned and grabbed his hand on my breast, forcing him to squeeze me harder as my legs tightened against his hips, squeezing him and holding him in place while I started rocking my hips against his erection, holding him deep inside of me and rubbing my slit against the bare skin above his shaft.

  My body shivered and shook beneath him.

  “I’m coming for you,” I breathed, my head tilted back, my eyes closed, my breath coming in short, sharp jerks. I let go of his hands on my breasts and gripped the sheets as waves of ecstasy rolled through my body. I matched my rocking hips to their motion, forcing myself against him with each spasm of pleasure.

  My breathing grew faster as I drove myself against him faster and faster.

  I felt him growing harder inside of me as his orgasm crept up along his shaft. I could feel him getting closer and closer.

  Then, he was out of me, stroking himself with his hand. I grabbed his girth, wrapping my thin fingers around him, and I pulled him to my mouth, taking him as deep as my inexperienced throat could handle him. My hand gripped and stroked his base while my lips and tongue slid up and down, sucking and pulling on him.

  Until, at last, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his warm, salty juice. My throat worked to swallow him as quickly as he spilled over my tongue. I drank every last warm drop of him. He jerked and shoved himself deep into my mouth, triggering my gag reflex, but I breathed deeply through my nose and relaxed my throat, fighting the sensation to reject him.

  He pulled his hips away, sliding out of my mouth. I let go of him and put my hands on my stomach as he lay down next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

  “Damn, Julia,” he said.

  “It was well worth the wait,” I told him, though we hadn’t waited long at all. The tension between us made it feel like we’d waited years.

  I rolled over, facing away from him, and pushed my back side up against him, pulling his arm tighter around my waist.

  “Gage,” I breathed, enjoying the way his name felt sliding out of my mouth.

  He kissed my shoulders. “I meant what I said,” he told me. “I’m going to take care of you.” His voice trailed off, and his breathing began to deepen as it slowed.

  As I lay there, listening to his breath and feeling his chest heave against my back, it hit me what had just happened. I was in too deep now.

  I ran a hand along his tattooed arm. Gage Noll was not the type of man I would normally have gone for, but there was something about him that I found irresistible.

  There was also something about him that meant I was probably in even more danger now than I had been before.

  Chapter 13

  Gage

  “What’s the matter, Dimitri? You look worried.” I taunted the bulky Russian bear tied to the metal chair in the basement of the Kings of Hell HQ. His tired blue eyes looked almost panicked when he saw us enter the room. It felt good to inspire a level of fear in a man so massive. He looked like he should have been able to break loose from his restraints without any trouble, but he’d been defeated.

  I held the door to the basement open as Juarez and Chase followed me in. Dimitri looked up and tracked the two musclebound men as they walked over to stand across the table from him. He actually looked concerned for his safety. It was nice to see that something was finally breaking through his silence. He looked at me with pleading eyes as I stepped up between my men and leaned on the table.

  “These two gentlemen are here to talk to you,” I explained slowly, hoping he would understand my meaning from the tone and pace of my voice. I knew he wouldn’t understand my words no more than I would have understood his. What I failed to mention to him was that their language included fists and feet. Juarez and Chase spoke in pain and torture, a language easily understood by all.

  Dimitri started to say something to me in Russian, but Chase reached across the table and smacked him with a large inked hand. I watched as his open hand slammed into the side of Dimitri’s face, knocking the words right out of his mouth, along with a little spit and a trickle of blood that was left running down his chin. Chase had the word pain tattooed across his fingers, and a spider web spread out across the back of his hand.

  Dimitri looked back up at me with rage in his eyes, but he didn’t struggle against his restraints. I figured he’d come to terms with his punishment at that point.

  “You know you’re in trouble for not talking, right?” I asked him, leaning across the table again. “Well, for not saying anything important, anyway. It seems you’ve been doing quite enough talking, running your mouth to Dr. Danvers and making her suspicious of what we’re doing here.”

  Dimitri stared at me while I spoke, narrowing his eyes in anger.

  “Do you really think he can’t understand English?” Juarez asked. “He looks like he’s listening to you right now.” He cracked his knuckles, a violent sound in itself.

  “Nah, man, he’s like a dog, sitting there listening to the tone of Gage’s words and trying to figure out what’s coming next,” Chase answered for me. “But little does he know it doesn’t matter what Gage says to him right now. What he needs to worry about is what we tell him as soon as we’re in here alone with him.”

  Chase was right. I stood back upright. “Well, Dimitri, I’m going to let these nice men talk to you now.” I gave him a dry, humorless smile, and I could see his face sinking as the realization set in that he was about to get his ass beat down by the two large men who’d roughed him up a little bit when they took him down the first time.

  “Just make sure he can still talk when you’re done,” I told my guys before turning to leave.

  Behind me, I heard Chase tell the Russian, “Dimitri, man, I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt you far worse than it will ever hurt me.”

  Then I heard the first fist make contact with some part of Dimitri’s body, and the bear grunted against the pain. I wondered if the realization had occurred to him yet that he would become their punching bag before their session was over. I closed the door and headed upstairs to meet Julia.

  She was waiting for me in tight jeans and a loose black tank top at one of the tables near the bar in the clubhouse section of HQ. She had her hair up in a ponytail instead of in a bun. Her legs were crossed, and she leaned forward just enough to give me a look down her top, showing off a little of her cleavage, reminding me of how delicious she looked naked. She looked like she fit in perfectly with the people around her, the ink-covered bikers and their slutty old ladies.

  While ink was preferred, her bare, virgin skin looked so smooth and innocent. It just made her that much sexier to see the contrast between the inked old ladies and Julia’s pure, untouched skin. I wanted to run my hands all over her smooth skin, to see the ink on my hands cross over her bare, unmarked flesh.

  We had the windows open to let in some of the cool morning air while a few of the guys lounged around by the TV or near the bar with their old ladies or the girls they’d picked up the night before. Ricky, our resident bartender, had prepared breakfast for the MC—omelets filled with ham, cheese, onions, peppers, and mushrooms, with bacon and toast on the side. Julia was finishing hers and drinking coffee when I came up.

  “How’s he doing?” she asked when I sat down, knowing that I’d been d
ownstairs talking to Dimitri. “You think he’s ready to talk?”

  “How should I know?” I asked, laughing. “Remember, we don’t really understand each other or see eye to eye.”

  “I’m sure having him tied to a chair in a room with a single light and no windows really helps in that department,” she poked at me.

  I groaned. “Let’s not get into that again.”

  Ricky appeared with a cup of coffee and an omelet while Julia explained her position again. I nodded my thanks, letting her talk.

  “I still maintain it might be easier for me to get through to him if he feels safe with me. You know, right now, he’s still tied to that chair in that room whenever I go down to talk to him. He doesn’t even get a break when we talk.”