“Don’t move.” Moaning, she drops her leg. I grab my cock, bringing the tip right to her clit. The large mushroom head is wet with my seed, and I groan out her name, rubbing the tip on her clit.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpers.
“Yeah, that’s it. Such a good girl.” Her eyes are locked with mine as I rub my cock back and forth on her wet clit.
“Oh my God. Axel,” she screams as her nails dig into my forearms and her pussy contracts.
I freeze and keep my dick right on her clit as she sobs and pulses against me. And then I let go, and my cock erupts like a volcano. Hot seed spills on her pussy, her stomach. I pump the end so that most goes into her greedy cunt, which is still contracting. Fuck, I think some gets in her hair as I let myself unload. Her greedy little pussy is sucking it in. And before I can let her recover, I take my hard cock and ease it inside her wet walls.
She’s tight.
Instantly, I have my answer. She’s not crazy, a liar, or religious. She’s a virgin and she’s mine.
“You promised,” she pants.
“I lied. I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
She nods her assent, her eyes remaining locked on mine, and I don’t hold back. In one quick thrust, I’m past her fucking barrier, ripping it open as she screams.
“Shh,” I scold her and let her catch her breath to adjust to me.
I lean down to own her lips. “I never said I was good. You seem to be the only one who thinks that.” My body is tight as I let her adjust. While my body fights the need to fuck, sweat runs down my back.
Slowly, I start to move again, and her tight pussy squeezes me like a vise.
“I… It stings.”
“It feels amazing, relax,” I growl. “Kiss me. You can hate me tomorrow.” I lean down, demanding her kiss, swallowing her gasps.
“That’s it, baby. Kiss me.” She grabs ahold of my neck as I thrust into her deeper and deeper.
“God damn you’re tight. I fucking own this cunt, you hear me?” I pump into her as she wraps her legs around me, gripping me. My stomach muscles tighten along with my balls as my hips thrust into her hot core and she takes me. All of me.
“You shouldn’t have been untouched,” I grunt as I grab her leg. It easily moves up to her ear, allowing me all of her. She moans, her pussy tightening with every thrust. My cock is wet with her slick arousal and her blood.
“Jesus.” I watch as I slide in and out of her tight wet pussy. It’s fucked up, but her blood turns me on. Her head arches back as she screams, her nails digging into my arms.
There’s wonder and sheer ecstasy on her face. And that’s what sends me over. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me and I jerk and pump my seed deep inside her.
We lie still, and my breathing and body drift back to earth. She’s like a rag doll, her hair damp at her temples, body spent.
And she smiles at me.
“Again,” she demands arching her back, stretching like a satisfied cat.
I burst out laughing, pick her up, and take her to the shower.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
ANTOINETTE
“Antoinette, wake up.”
Groaning, I don’t want to open my eyes. I was dreaming of beautiful full lips and tan skin and sapphire-colored eyes.
Blinking up at him, I smile. “I was dreaming about you.” My voice is raspy.
“I got to go, baby.” He leans down, and before I can speak, he’s kissing me. It feels so good even though my lips are bruised.
“Mm, you taste good,” he murmurs as he kisses and licks my neck. I smile and moan, lacing my arms around his neck.
“Babe.” He unlocks my arms and stands. “As much as I want to climb back into bed, I can’t.”
I sigh, closing my eyes, snuggling back into his pillow. “’K. I’m gonna sleep a little longer.”
He laughs and I feel his hand brush away my hair. “Antoinette, I need you to wake up. I need to tell you things.”
Dread makes my eyes pop open. “Oh.” I push myself up on my elbows. With the A/C on, his room is cool and refreshing. He must have showered already because his fresh clean scent is swirling around me.
“Um. Okay.” I sit up, looking for the sheet, which is wadded up at the bottom of the bed. Thank God it’s still relatively dark in his room with the blinds closed. I’m sure my cheeks are bright red as the reality of everything slaps me in the face.
He stands before me and my eyes follow his jeans up to the dark T-shirt that’s molded to his incredible body. “I told Amy that you’re here. When you get hungry, go to the kitchen and ask for her. Otherwise you don’t go anywhere else. You understand?”
I nod, horrified at everything I did last night. Holy shit.
“Did you hear me? I need you to respond.” My eyes dart up to his as I crawl down to the bottom of the bed searching for the sheet to cover me up before I die of humiliation.
“Who’s Amy?” I ask, cringing at the hint of jealousy in my voice.
He remains silent but watches me. With a snort, he reaches for his cigarettes on the nightstand.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, realizing the sheet is on the floor. When I peek up at him, he stands there like a dark fallen angel and lights his cigarette. The bluish-orange flame from the lighter makes me see dots for a second.
He inhales, his eyes narrowing as they travel all the way down my body.
With as much dignity as I can summon, I reach for his pillow and prop it behind my head. Hopefully my face looks calm while I try to act as if I’m comfortable being naked in front of him. Because holy shit.
His eyes dip to my breasts and I swear to God, somehow he can read my mind.
“Amy’s like a mother to me. She runs the clubhouse. You need anything, you go to her.”
I barely understand what he’s saying as I steady my breathing. “Okay… like a mother,” I repeat.
He cocks his head, his full lips in a smirk. “You okay?”
He can’t possibly know that I’m replaying every thrust, kiss, oh my God. The way I begged him and came in his mouth and on his cock. Axel needs to leave so I can lean over and scream into his pillow.
“No. I’m fine.” I look down at my feet and am a little mortified. They’re almost deformed from all the callouses, and my toes are permanently squished thanks to wearing pointe shoes for so long.
With his rough hand, he lifts my chin and rubs his thumb back and forth. His eyes caress
my face.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of. Did you like having me inside of you?”
Jeez, he’s so nasty and kind of intimate. My face floods with heat and I nod, raising my knees and covering my face.
“I’m embarrassed,” I whisper.
He laughs. “You’ll get over it.”
I look up to say, I’m not so sure. But I blink at the look in his eyes. He’s dangerous in so many ways. On the one hand, it’s making me crave him; on the other, I could easily give him my heart.
This should scare me. Instead it makes me want him more.
“I should tie you up.” He leans down to grab my face with both hands. “You’d like it.” He grunts as he kisses me. And I’m caught in this web that is sticky and messy, yet if you look at it in the right light, it’s silky and beautiful.
Pulling back, he frowns, as if for a moment he feels the same.
“I’ve got to go,” he says, taking his cigarettes and keys. Not even looking at me, he puts on his cut and stuffs a gun in the back of his jeans.
The door closes and I simply stare. I don’t think I move. What am I doing?
A gun?
How has my life spiraled out of control so fast?
I didn’t even ask him about my apartment. He said I’ll get used to it. By it I guess he means his thick cock. And he didn’t tell me to leave, so I guess that means he wants me to stay.
Slowly I stand and stretch. No doubt about it, I’m sore. I wish he had a tub to soak in. It feels like I’m back in trainin
g, using and pushing muscles unaccustomed to being worked.
I look down at the foot of his bed and there’s that stupid sheet. Wrapping it around me, I make my way to his windows. This is surreal. I’m in a bikers’ house.
If you would have told me a month ago that I’d get ripped off, evicted, fired from being a stripper, and rescued by a biker… I don’t even know what I would have done.
Leaning my head on the cool glass, I look outside. Bikers seem to be everywhere. In the morning light, for as far as I can see, it looks like this is one big property. Like this is it, no other houses for miles, only bikes and bikers covered in beards and tattoos.
Turning my head, I look out the side window that faces a grassy area. It’s got a large wooden play area with tons of kids’ outdoor toys scattered all over the grass.
There are two things that must get done this morning: I need a shower and to get ahold of my crappy landlord Ryan, in that order. He can’t hide forever. I want our deposit back. I deserve it, and I’m not sharing it since I’m the one who had to deal with everything.
I take a quick shower, more to wake up than to get clean. I already took two last night with Axel. I’m nervous and unsure and hate feeling like this. The unknown always makes my anxiety kick up. It’s not like I can even unpack.
God, this is a mess. Why didn’t I ask him what’s happening before he left? I’m sort of at a standstill. Glancing around his clean room, wrapped in his black towel, I go to his closet to find my garbage bags full of clothes. Yesterday, I was so off the wall I have zero idea what I brought with me. Axel seems to like cleanliness, so I ignore Bella’s large luggage—if I open that one it’ll be a disaster to close.
As I think about him, my stomach does an excited flip and dip. I feel different and it’s not because he took my virginity. It’s because he’s awakened all these feelings inside me. Stop, Antoinette. It’s because he was your first. And it was amazing. I’m letting sex cloud my judgment.
The towel drops to the floor and I glance at myself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the closet door. Axel will never want a girl like me, and that’s not me being down on myself. That’s me being honest.
I stand straight and run my hands over my small breasts. Somehow I can pretty much guarantee all his women have fake boobs and tattoos.
Also, Axel doesn’t do relationships. And even if he did, he’s a criminal, maybe a killer. I can’t be with a murderer. Visions of my mom’s body run through my head, and I try to dismiss them, quickly grabbing some black leggings and a short-cropped dance shirt. But they’re still there.
Ghosts.
They seem to follow me everywhere. That’s why I need to stay busy. I shut the closet door and grab my phone, hoping to see something from my crappy landlord.
Nothing.
Whatever, I’m calling. This is ridiculous. I won’t be a charity case. Ryan needs to confess that he rented out my apartment while I was still living in it, and he must give it back to me. Even thinking that sounds ridiculous, but I need to do something.
I push on his number only to be greeted by an annoying automated voice telling me the phone number I called has been disconnected.
“You’re kidding me?” I look at my phone and try the number again. Same thing. Closing my eyes, I breathe in and out. That ugly, slimy… weasel. He totally fucked me.
“I hate you, Ryan,” I scream into my phone, then toss it on the couch and try to think. He can’t get away with this. I need to be proactive and go over there to see what’s going on.
Maybe I should call Crystal and see if she can help. Because transportation is a problem, I wonder how far it is to walk to a bus stop.
It was dark last night, so I’m not 100 percent sure where I am even though I was watching as much as I could.
I grab my phone and leave the room. Looking around, I feel like I’m doing something wrong, which is ridiculous. It’s not like I’m a prisoner.
Squaring my shoulders, I notice the hallway that appeared black last night is actually a putty color with dark hardwood floors. A long wooden staircase leads to the main part of the house.
Making my way down slowly, I look over at the bar area. Lots of bikers are laughing and playing pool. Are they drinking already? I turn the corner and run into a brick wall and almost scream.
Huge, muscled arms steady me as I look up at the face of the tallest man I’ve ever seen. He’s even taller than Axel.
“You okay?” He frowns down at me. I puff out the air I was holding in relief because I recognize him from the Pussycat. I think his name is Ryder.
“Yes.” I clear my throat. “Sorry, you scared me.” I smile, but it’s strained. My nerves are shot.
“Where are you going?” He lifts a dark eyebrow. His brown eyes are not all that kind, but they’re not mean either. Maybe his name was… Runner? I know it started with an R.
“To find Amy.” I pull at my arm, confused that he seems reluctant to release it.
“Axel know that you’re down here?” He starts to drag me toward the back area of the house, and I pull back, not liking this.
“Let go of me,” I hiss, trying not to sound frightened even though this guy is gigantic and strong. It doesn’t matter that he’s hot. Having a handsome face can be deceiving.
He stops and looks down at me. “Stop struggling. I’m taking you to Amy. I’m positive Axel wouldn’t want you wandering around.”
My eyes dart this way and that. “He said to get food from Amy.”
The giant stares at me like he’s trying to decide if I’m good enough to pass some kind of test in his head.
“I can take care of myself.” I sniff. “I’m not helpless.” All of this is wearing me down. These men, Axel, everything. I try to intimidate him with my best bitch stare. He drags me again, so it must not have worked.
Some guys with Prospect on their vests sit at a long stainless-steel picnic table. As soon as we enter, they jump up and nod at Ryder saying “E.” He nods, and they sit down.
E? I thought for sure he was Ryder.
I look around the kitchen. This is by far the nicest room in the place. The walls are yellow with lots of windows and everything looks new and shiny. A huge island is in the center and there are cherry-colored cabinets, along with a large stainless-steel stove. On top of the island sits a platter piled high with sausage and bacon. Other than the couple of bikers in here, the kitchen is empty.
“Coffee?” he offers, releasing me at last.
“Yes, please. I’m sorry, but I forgot your name.” His lips twitch as he looks at me.
“It’s Ryder.” He grabs a black mug and fills it with coffee. “You can doctor it any way you want, Antoinette.” He shakes his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he pours another mugful for himself, I guess.
“Thank you. I like it black.” I’ve never put anything in my coffee. It’s cheaper that way. Taking a small sip, I look over at Ryder who’s now ignoring me as he drinks his coffee and texts.
“I think I’ll get a banana and—”
“Axel’s on his way and he wants you to put a coat or sweater on,” he says without looking up.
“Excuse me?” I look down at my outfit. “It’s ninety-five degrees out.”
He sighs as if I’m a huge task. “He doesn’t want you dressing like that.” He motions to my cropped dance top, but other than that, it has short sleeves and isn’t even a V cut.
“I’m sorry. How does Axel even know what I’m wearing?” I grab ahold of my semi wet hair and twist it up into a tight bun, aggravated and humiliated at the same time.
“I told him,” he says as his eyes trail over me then back to his phone.
“Well, you can save him the time of coming back because I don’t have any other clothes,” I say as I glance around the room at the stupid guys who instantly look away.
“He can deal with that.” He sips his coffee without looking up.
“This is ridiculous.” I huff, no longer embarrassed. “Axel
can’t tell me what to wear.” I want to snap my fingers in the guy’s face.
“Again, not my problem.” He looks over at the door, a relieved smile on his face.
“Good, you’re here. Amy, Antoinette.” He says to the tall dark-haired woman looking to be mid to late forties.
“Oh.” I look at him then Amy. “Hi, I’m Antoinette.” I square my shoulders. “I was just getting a banana. I hope that’s okay.” I look her in the eyes as she stays silent but looks back at me.
“Sit.” She walks over to the stove and turns a burner on. What is the deal with these people? Do none of them have any manners? Ryder grabs a piece of bacon and gives Amy a kiss on her forehead.
“Good luck. Call me if you need me.” He winks at her and walks out of the kitchen with his coffee and bacon.
She tsks as she goes to wash her hands at the island’s sink. “I’m Amy. I don’t know what Axel has said…” She stops and I wait for her to continue, but when she remains quiet, I assume I’m supposed to talk.
“He said you were like his mother and that I was to see only you.”
I look over as three more guys walk into the kitchen. My eyes narrow on the one with the accent who wanted Axel to share me last night.
“Good morning, luv,” he says to Amy, then focuses on me. If blond, bearded guys covered in tattoos are your thing, then this is your guy. While he’s not as striking as Blade or the Thor guy, his body is intense.
He goes straight to the refrigerator and grabs some green slimy type of drink. Then he smiles at me.
“Lookie here.” His bloodshot eyes make me believe he’s still drunk or high. “It’s my lucky morning. I dreamt about you, darlin’.”
Do they all say darlin’? I grit my teeth. And I’m ready to kick him if he comes any closer, but Amy beats me to it with a spatula to his chest, stopping him.
“Axel’s.”
Like that’s a magical word, they all freeze and burst out laughing. He starts to viciously shake that disgusting green slime in the container and kisses Amy on the forehead the same way Ryder did.
She smiles. “It’s true.”
Now they all stare at me. I raise my head, challenging, almost daring them. My heart races. This is no joke. No wonder Ryder wanted to make sure I didn’t wander around. A moment of terror makes me look toward the door.
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