Captivate Me
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Copyright © Ryan Michele 2016
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1st edition published September 27, 2016
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This book contains mature content not suitable for readers under the age of 18. This book contains content with strong language, violence, and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are over the age of 18.
This is not meant to be a true or exact depiction of a motorcycle club. Rather, it is a work of fiction meant to entertain.
Dedication
Important Reading Information
Note from the Author
Chapter One -Bella
Chapter Two - Buzz
Chapter Three - Breaker
Chapter Four - Pops
Chapter Five - Bella
Chapter Six - Breaker
Chapter Seven - Bella
Chapter Eight - Buzz
Chapter Nine - Bella
Chapter Ten - Buzz
Chapter Eleven - Breaker
Chapter Twelve - Buzz
Chapter Thirteen - Breaker
Chapter Fourteen - Shaina
Chapter Fifteen - Bella
Chapter Sixteen - Shaina
Chapter Seventeen - Pops
Chapter Eighteen - Buzz
Chapter Nineteen - Breaker
Chapter Twenty - Shaina
Chapter Twenty-One - Pops
Chapter Twenty-Two - Bella
Chapter Twenty-Three - Buzz
Chapter Twenty-Four - Breaker
Chapter Twenty-Five - Pops
Chapter Twenty-Six - Ma
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Bella
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Buzz
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Ma
Chapter Thirty - Breaker
Chapter Thirty-One - Bella
Chapter Thirty-Two - Pops
Chapter Thirty-Three - Rhys
Chapter Thirty-Four - Ma
Chapter Thirty-Five - Bella
Chapter Thirty-Six - Buzz
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Pops
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Buzz
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Breaker
Chapter Forty - Shaina
Epilogue - 2 Weeks Later
Acknowledgements
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To those who dream and have the ambition to go and chase those fuckers down.
And …
Ryan’s Sultry Sinners. You are the best group an author could ask for. Thank you for being you.
Dear Reader,
While writing the Ravage MC series, I’m not only along for the ride with you on this up and down, action-packed adventure, but I also set no plan for the characters; I follow their lead. In doing so, they sometimes take different directions than I originally intended when I started writing.
This being said, Consume Me begins right after Inflame Me ends. What does this mean? It means the reading order for the books has changed a bit. There will be five main novels with the four novellas coming in at the end of the series. In other words, you get the bonus of Satisfy Me and Rattle Me while the series is going on.
This is the reading order for the Ravage MC series:
Ravage Me (Ravage MC#1)
Seduce Me (Ravage MC#2)
Consume Me (Ravage MC#3)
Inflame Me (Ravage MC#4)
Captivate Me (Ravage MC#5)
Satisfy Me
Rattle Me
Ride with Me (A Hellions MC & Ravage MC Duel) co-written with Chelsea Camaron
Ravage MC FINAL Epilogue
Thank you for understanding,
Ryan
I know most of you want to wring my neck or throw me into the fire for leaving you with the HUGE cliffhanger at the end of Inflame Me. This story took me longer than I thought to write. Saying good-bye is hard. I hate it, and it saddens me deeply.
But the wait is over. You will now learn who has been causing all the trouble. Buzz, Breaker, Bella, and the rest of the Ravage MC are waiting for you.
I smile at my phone, seeing Buzz’s name flash on the screen. It’s been a couple of weeks since I have heard from him. I talked to Breaker, though, who said Buzz is doing club business—whatever the hell that means. I simply roll with the punches. I knew Buzz would call me when he had time. Over the last few months, he always does, and I’m always excited to see my phone light up with his name.
Giddiness and tingles spread throughout my stomach as I slide the bar over to accept the call. “Hey, sexy,” I answer in what I hope is a sultry voice.
“Get your shit and get to the clubhouse now,” he orders.
Even though I should think about his words, a thrill races up my spine from the authority in his tone. I have gotten to know a lot about him and loved every damn bit of it. His dominance is something that I’ve been missing with every other man I’ve been with. He makes me crave it, desire it.
Most of all, I feel this pull to him, not in a sexual manner; that is a given. No, my heart is involved because of the man he is: his strength, his commitment to the people around him, his care for his brother. I fear the moment when this will end, when we are no more. My heart aches at that thought.
“Bella?” is snapped into the line, and I pull myself together, focusing on his words.
“Yeah?”
“Get your shit and get to the clubhouse,” he repeats.
This time, the words click.
“Why? What’s going on?” Nervous energy surrounds me at the urgency in his voice. Sure, he has told me to be somewhere naked before, but never has he ordered me to the clubhouse with this type of urgency, maybe even fear, and that scares me.
“Bella, fucking listen. Get your shit and get to the clubhouse. Now.”
My eyes dart around my apartment, thinking of what I need to take. “Buzz, tell me something,” I say as I dart to my room, open the closet, and pull out some bags. I toss them onto the bed and unzip them.
“Shit’s going down, Bella. I need you here to keep you safe.”
I still momentarily as my chest tightens. “Am I in danger?”
“Could be. I’ll explain once you get here.”
“Is Breaker with you?”
He lets out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, he’s upstairs. Bella, get your shit and get on the fucking road.” Losing patience is another thing that is not like Buzz at all. He’s the most patient man I know.
“Okay. I’ll throw some things together and be there.” I rush to my drawers, not really looki
ng at what I’m tossing into my bag, just scooping up several pairs of shorts and jeans, shoving them in. I wad up some underwear and bras, tossing them in before I go to the closet and begin to pull things off the racks. No folding here, just stuffing.
“Be safe,” he tells me then disconnects.
Hastily, I finish in the closet then raid my bathroom and grab all my school books. Buzz’s tone has me on edge. There was almost a fear there that I haven’t heard from him before. That right there has me propelling to get my stuff and get to him.
While I’m curious to know what’s going on, I trust Buzz, and I trust his club. They protected Casey and me before; I know they will do it again.
I lug my stuff to my car, turn over the ignition, and then fly to the clubhouse. My mind races with the memory of the first time he brought me to the clubhouse, back when shit went down with Casey and Jace. Spending a few weeks at the club then was a real eye opener.
“Come on,” Buzz’s deep, sexy voice orders me as we get out of the car.
We just pulled up to the clubhouse, which I guess is my new home for a while. The locked gates and barbed wire on top of them do not give me that warm and happy feeling.
Jace, that fucking asshole. I can’t believe him, attacking Casey so she had to fight with everything in her power to get away. She barely did. Jackass. But I have learned over my years that a lot of men are assholes. Some are just better at hiding it than others, such as Jace, the clean-cut guy who turned into a raving lunatic.
It’s usually the ones you least expect who are the biggest danger.
This entire situation is overwhelming, but Casey told me to trust these men, and I trust her.
I follow Buzz through the parking lot, my eyes darting this way and that, trying to take as much in as I can. My adrenaline pumps through my veins from my world being turned on its axis in such a short period of time. One moment, I’m going over to ask Casey to get coffee at the campus café. The next, I’m being swept away to the Ravage MC clubhouse.
My eyes move to the man in front of me, and holy hell. The glorious globes of perfection that are his ass in faded blue jeans that hang on his hips are completely visible for enjoyment. I take the brief reprieve from my anxiety-filled life to scan up and take in the leather on his back that has “Prospect” written across it. His black T-shirt peeks out of leather at the arms where tattoos are painted on his skin.
Somehow, someway, even with everything around me crumbling to the ground in a pile of ash, with one look at him, my mind feels at peace. I don’t understand that.
From the second I laid eyes on Buzz the first time he came to Casey’s apartment to get her for Diamond’s funeral, I knew he was a real man. I’m not talking about physically or any of that. No, I mean, a man who takes what he wants and expects his woman to comply. A man who knocks down walls and barriers to get exactly what he wants. A man who is strong, independent, and knows his own head. Not some boy-man who knows nothing about what their future holds, let alone how to take care of a woman. His mere presence exudes it.
I have had my fair share of boy-men while living it up during college. Most, I wish I could erase from my brain. Really, only a handful stand out, but the funny thing is that none of them had the strong dominance and confidence Buzz shows just by walking in front of me. That alone is a huge turn on, which is better at this moment in time to focus on than the freak out I should be having.
Buzz swings a large door open, holding it for me as I pass through. The smell of cigarettes and stale booze instantly assaults my nostrils. The space is gloomy in that dark wood paneling and tiled floors kind of way, but the lights are bright, showing every cigarette butt and beer stain around. Some tables are turned upside down, and chairs are propped up against the walls. It looks like someone had a hell of a party, and judging by the women with only enough fabric on to barely cover the essentials, looking totally passed out, it was recent.
“Your stuff is going down here.” Buzz motions to a set of stairs, and I descend them, giving Buzz a swish of my hips as I go.
The wide space I walk into has couches, a television, and what appears to be a hallway full of doors that my first assumption believes are bedrooms. As Buzz opens one of them, I see I’m right. The room has a nice sized bed, dresser, and two doors.
Buzz goes to one door after dropping my bags on the floor. “Bathroom.” He points and moves to the next. “Closet.” A man of few words.
“Thanks.” I brush by him, my long hair sweeping over his shoulder flirtatiously as I check out the bathroom. It’s clean and has the essentials. This is more than I need. I’m a simple woman. Always have been; always will be.
When heat presses into my back, my body reacts immediately as my pulse thumps. I reach out for the doorframe on either side of my body, stabilizing myself, or at least trying to.
Strong hands grip my waist, and I’m thrust back hard against Buzz, noting the solidness of his body.
My breath catches as his lips come to my ear.
“You want this?” He presses his hips into me hard, allowing me to feel his strained erection nestling in the crook of my ass. “Don’t fucking start something you can’t finish,” he growls, biting his fingers into my flesh, the pain turning into warm heat moving up my body.
I shouldn’t want this. Not now. Not when everything is a mess. But when he shifts, hunger burns through my veins. I need this. I need this reprieve from the last few hours, just to feel alive and free.
I give my ass a shake and listen to his intake of breath. “You couldn’t handle me, biker boy,” I taunt as I turn my head mere inches from his delectable mouth and inhale him. The scent of his pheromones and leather set me aflame.
“Boy?” His breath is hot on my lips, and I feel the sudden urge to lick them.
Buzz watches me, his sexy blue eyes flashing in lust. Nice to know I affect him, too.
He snakes his hands up my body: first, around my waist; then, my abdomen; up my chest between my breasts; then, to my throat. His grip isn’t painful, but it’s tight and demanding, leaving me no room to move.
A twinge of fear hits my gut from the possession I feel in that one touch, but the arousal outweighs it.
He pulls my head back so it rests on his shoulder, his other arm coming around my waist as he thrusts into me twice with a suggestive promise.
My breaths elevate as I fight for control, keeping my desire from reaching a fever pitch. The pressure of his hand, the feeling of his large, hard body and erection, the quickening of my pulse has my heart beating fast as I try to contain my lust and fear all in one. It’s an intoxicating combination that I find irresistible.
“See? I like things that would scare the fuck out of you, Bella. You sure you want to open that shit up?” he growls into my ear, sending shivers up my spine.
Heat pools as images flash through my head. Some of my deepest and darkest fantasies make their appearance, and instead of a faceless man, it’s Buzz who fulfills them.
I groan, unable to hold it in as wetness pools in my underwear.
“Yes,” I whisper softly, needing him to erase everything.
Buzz tightens his grip. “You don’t seem to get what I’m saying to you, so let me make it clear.” He moves his hand from around my waist, coming up and cupping my breast roughly.
I arch into his touch as he begins to tweak my erect nipples through the fabric. I stifle a groan as shots of pain and then pleasure hit me.
“I fuck hard, rough, and deep. I’ll take exactly what I want from you, and you will only be able to come if you please me. You will follow every command I say, never refusing me. If I want you down on your knees with my cock down your throat, you will do it willingly and love every fucking second of it.”
I quiver at his words, my knees almost giving out. It’s as if he dug into my mind and pulled out those images that flashed only moments ago. I’m not giving in that easily, though.
“Been told that before, big guy.” I have, by two other guys who came
off as so domineering I thought I found what I was looking for, only to be let down and discouraged.
I push my ass backward and forward, trying to gain some space as my frustration grows. He doesn’t allow that, keeping me locked in place.
“The difference is my actions are louder than my words.” He turns me unexpectedly, and I reach up and grab his broad shoulders as I face him. I have to look up because of his height. His face is so intense that I believe him all the way down to my core.
He threads one of his hands through my long, dark locks while the other is on my ass, kneading back and forth with growing pressure. “I’ve wanted to fucking do this since your tight ass was in front of me on the stairs at your apartment.”
“Why didn’t you?” I say in a breathy shiver, letting the entire day melt away.
His grip on my ass tightens to a delicious pain. “Wasn’t the time.”
“Since when does a man wait?” I know I’m egging him on, but with each word one of us says, the air in the room crackles with an electricity I have craved for so long and never experienced. I can’t stop myself, not wanting the feeling to end.
His sky blue eyes flame. “Not good to poke the tiger,” he warns, giving my hair a yank back so my head is straining just on the side of slight pain, but I keep my position. “Guess I’m gonna have to show you. It gets to be too much, you say red. Everything stops at red.”
I gulp, remembering what I looked up online while in search to find what I needed, what turned me on. It’s like Buzz knows exactly what’s in my brain, and I love it.
“Answer.” His sharp voice cuts through my thoughts, and I jump.
“Yes,” I whisper as he pulls my hair harder, my head having no choice but to fall back a touch.
He crashes his lips hard on mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. His kiss isn’t like one I’ve had before. There is no uncertainty in his movements. Instead, it’s like a well-choreographed dance. He moves; I follow. There is no guessing as he leads.
His hand is still laced in my hair, turning me exactly where he wants me, and I fist his shirt at the shoulders, holding on for dear life.