UnScrew Me (Savage Beast MC Book 1)

by Hayley Faiman

  I want out.

  I don’t want to be part of this life.

  I begin to panic, full on, short of breath panic. The adventure I thought I wanted. I don’t want it anymore. I’m going to die alone, with no children, and honest to God I think I’m going to be just fine with that at this point. Being alone has to be better than being kidnapped and used for whatever he wants to use me for, and I know he wants to use me.

  I do have a question though, and I hope that it’s answered. “What’s your name?” I ask before I follow the man’s lead.

  He tilts his head to the side, his blue eyes darkening a bit before he grins. “Karma.”

  “That’s your biker name, right?”

  He bursts out laughing at my question. “Fuck me, Silver really did go out and get himself an innocent, didn’t he?”

  “I’m an elementary school teacher, but I don’t think I’m innocent,” I say, sounding offended, but I’m not. I probably am innocent to this man, and to Silver, too.

  Karma’s eyes rake down my body, pausing at my chest, then they come back to my face. “Never had a teacher that looked like you, babe. Goddamn,” he grunts. “This gets done, you don’t want to go back home to that stupid fucker, you got a place in my bed. Fuck me, might not let you go if the promise of you is as good as I think it’s going to be,” he grins.

  Shaking my head, I take a step back, lifting my hand to my throat. “I just want to go home,” I breathe, my eyes watering.

  He reaches for me, his hands wrapping around my waist and he pulls me against his chest. Dipping his chin down, he runs his nose along my own. “You’ll do what I say when I say. I tell you to suck my cock, you’ll do it, or I’ll kill Silver. I’ll slit his throat slowly. Then after you’ve watched him bleed out, I’ll fuck you in his blood.”

  I gasp from his words, struggling against his grip as my stomach rolls. He lets out a chuckle. “Goddamn, you’re fun, babe. This little meeting is going to be a fuckin’ blast. Lose the sweats,” he barks.

  Shaking my head, I try to take a step back, his grip is too damn tight though. His fingers grab ahold of the sweats I’m wearing, and without much fanfare, he tugs the already loose pants down. They fall to my feet, his tank is not pulled down enough to hide the fact that I’m not wearing panties.

  “This is perfect. He’s going to shit, and I can’t wait to see it all unravel. Sorry you’re in the crosshairs babe. It’s a shit place to be,” he shrugs.

  My bottom lip trembles and I try to tug the tank top down a bit to cover myself. “Can’t you just let me go?” I ask on a whisper.

  His smile is too wide, too cocky, and the excitement that is clear in his eyes tells me that he wouldn’t let me go, no way in hell, not even if he didn’t need me to prove some point to Silver and his group. He’s having way too much fun right now. This is the shit he so obviously lives for, and it’s all at the expense of my dignity.

  “Let’s go out to the living room and wait.” His hand that is still wrapped around my waist slips down as he grabs a handful of my ass. I whimper, closing my eyes and trying to calm myself down.

  He leans in, his nose sliding up the shell of my ear. “I like to have people watch. The living room is full of fifteen of my men, plus when the Beast’s arrive. Fucking hell, the audience is going to be spectacular,” he moans against my ear.

  My body shakes in a few big jerks. I keep my sobbing at bay, even though I want to scream out, I don’t.

  He squeezes my ass again before he releases his hold on me, taking a step back. His fingers snatch up my hand and he tugs me behind him through the house. Gone is the decently nice man from earlier. He’s the ruthless president of the Sinister Skulls right now. Even if I thought I could reason with him at some point, this is not that moment.

  Chapter Twenty

  SILVER

  Dragon had a feeling that Karma wouldn’t take Presley to their clubhouse, and I agreed with his guess. So that is how we find ourselves in the front of his personal house. We chose correctly. Not only are all of the lights shining through the windows, there are about fifteen bikes parked in his drive and on the street in front of his house.

  “Well, looks like Dragon knows him better than we thought. Makes one wonder how he knows the man so well,” Wolfe mutters.

  “Know your enemies or some shit,” I grumble.

  He grunts as he pushes the passenger door open before hopping out. I follow suit, slamming my door closed behind me and leaning against it. I take a joint out of my inside cut pocket and light the smoke. If I’m going to go in there, if I’m going to have my hands fucking tied, then I need something to calm my shit down.

  It takes a few minutes for the brothers to all park their bikes and gather around. We don’t have much of a plan, and although that isn’t like us, we’re also in a position we’ve never experienced before, especially me.

  “Got your shit locked down?” Wolfe asks, grabbing the smoke from my hand and taking a hit of his own.

  My eyes scan the front of the adobe house. “Not really,” I admit.

  “You going to go off and kill people first, ask questions later?” he asks.

  “Maybe,” I admit.

  “Fuck,” he hisses.

  Dragon appears a few seconds later, bringing his own smoke to his mouth, his eyes roam over my face and he shakes his head. “Keep your fuckin’ mouth shut, and your finger off of the trigger, or I’ll have you drug out and physically held down,” he announces.

  I want to tell him to fuck off, but I don’t. He’s not wrong. I would suggest the same thing if it were a different man, and not myself in this same situation. I lift my chin, pushing off of the truck and turn my head, spitting onto the gravel road.

  “Let’s do this. They’re waiting for us,” I suggest.

  He smirks. “Jag is going around the back, just in case, the rest of us are moving straight onward,” Dragon says as his feet start moving.

  Once we reach the front door, we don’t knock. Dragon kicks the door open with little to no fanfare and stomps inside. I lift my eyes, looking for my woman and I fucking freeze in my spot.

  “You didn’t have to fuck up my door. It wasn’t even locked, you assholes,” a man with dark dirty blond hair, tied in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck announces.

  I only give him half a glance. He is probably the president, but I could give a fuck because what I see has me goddamn gutted.

  Presley is on her knees, between his legs. That isn’t what has me feeling like I’m going to puke on the floor, though it’s enough to send me into a rage all by itself. My woman. Mine. She’s sitting there, her knees spread wide, her pussy on display and wearing a see-through white tank, a man’s tank. His tank.

  Which means not only is her cunt bared to a room full of men, she’s wearing some other man’s shirt. That’s too fucking much. Dragon knows it is too. He wraps his hand around my shoulder and his fingers clamp down tightly.

  “Welcome to my humble abode,” the man chuckles, spreading his arms wide.

  I open my mouth to speak, but luckily Dragon beats me to it. “What’s this about then, Karma?” he asks. Confirming my suspicions that he is the president. Dragon dips his chin to Presley. “Come on Presley, get up.”

  Karma is still smiling. I wonder if I could pull a Joker, carve a fucking permanent smile on his face since he thinks he’s so goddamn funny. Maybe I could get away with just carving a smirk on one side.

  “I think she likes it right here,” he says continuing to grin, lifting his hands and twisting her hair in his fingers. I growl, my body jerking when Dragon’s fingers clamps down harder against my shoulder.

  Presley doesn’t lift her eyes to me. All I want to do is see her big blue eyes on mine. They’re focused on the carpet between her thighs.

  “What do you want from us. All of this is a lot of work just to get our attention. You wanted a meet, you could have picked up the phone and called me, you know that,” Dragon says.

  Karma tilts his he
ad to the side. “After that bar-room brawl over this bitch and the other one, really? You killed my men. Granted they were my father’s men, and practically worthless, you still ended my own brothers’ lives,” Karma murmurs.

  The light he’s shed on his own club’s inner workings is surprising. There is dissension inside of the Sinister Skulls clubhouse. That news is rather interesting. I shake off Dragon’s hold, letting out a breath and meeting his eyes with my own, attempting to tell him that I’m cool—for now.

  He nods, then turns his gaze back to Karma. “A barter then?”

  Karma’s eyes practically sparkle. “A deal. Except I’m not sure I want to trade this little teacher here. I find the innocent thing really works for me,” he mutters, I watch as he slides his hand into her soft brown hair before tugging her head back. Her eyes fly open wide, and they find mine immediately.

  I expect to see complete terror in her gaze. Maybe even tears falling down her cheeks, but there is neither. Her expression was blank until it met mine. Anger flashes in her eyes, and I know I’ve earned it, even if I won’t stand for it and it pisses me off. I’ve earned it. If it weren’t for me she wouldn’t be where she is right now.

  “I want in on your dealings. I want my men in on them. Combining our clubs, or just opening up a new division here in New Mexico.”

  Dragon snorts. “Basically you want us to hand it to you on a silver platter? Just give you all of our resources and contacts?” Karma only shrugs. Dragon laughs. “You’re as fuckin’ crazy as your old man, I just don’t think you’re as mean as him.”

  Karma’s hand flashes out and we all expect him to pull out a gun, but instead, he grabs Presley by her shoulder and whirls her around on her knees. She’s eye level with his dick, and I know what he’s going to do. The same shit I did with Smith’s daughter. He’s going to try and show his control and dominance. The difference? I’m not a pussy who is going to lay down and take it like Smith.

  “You even suggest it, swear to fuck you’re dead,” I growl.

  Karma’s eyes meet mine. The cocky smirk is gone and now he looks just like his father. Like pure goddamn evil.

  “Suck. My. Cock,” he challenges.

  PRESLEY

  Karma’s fingers grip my hair tightly, his eyes flash with a warning. I don’t look back at Joel, as much as I want to. I want to plead and beg for help, but I don’t. If I do, if he tries to save me, he’s dead. I can’t let him die, Buster needs him too damn much. Tears fill my eyes and I open my mouth. There is a ruckus behind us, but Karma’s gaze holds me hostage. I’m too scared to turn away, too frightened of what he will do if I even attempt to.

  “Enough,” Dragon’s deep voice rumbles through the room.

  Karma winks, keeping a tight hold on my drying hair. “I’m not negotiating,” Karma announces.

  “Yeah?” Dragon asks.

  Karma’s smile is sinister, scary, and yet almost beneath it all he himself looks frightened. I would be too. I’ve seen the Savage Beasts in action. They will not play this game for much longer. In fact, I’m surprised this man holding me isn’t dead already. Well, maybe I’m not that surprised. It’s pretty obvious that Joel doesn’t want me anymore. Maybe he really just doesn’t give a shit what happens to me.

  “I want what I want, and I’ll get it. You won’t give it to me, then you’ll have a slow and bloody war until you relent,” he says, his voice even and evil.

  Dragon hums. “I don’t respond well to threats,” he states.

  Karma’s eyes meet mine, he leans forward. “I said suck, bitch,” he barks, snapping my head back, then pushing me forward.

  With shaky fingers and tears falling from my cheeks, I reach for his pants. I unbuckle his jeans, then unbutton and unzip them. He lifts his hips slightly as I move them down over his ass a little. Reaching into his boxers, I pull out his hard dick.

  I’m surprised at the attractiveness of this asshole’s cock. Then I blink because I shouldn’t be thinking about how he looks. He’s going to force me to give him a blowjob.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  Why am I thinking about how he looks?

  I should be trying to get away. Trying to run from him.

  Maybe it was the way he was fairly kind to me when I was first brought here. It could be because I feel so damn rejected by Joel. I don’t know what is wrong with me, it feels like I’m just an observer, like I’m hovering above this entire scene as a spectator, not a participant.

  What the fuck.

  Opening my mouth, I close my eyes and take him inside of me. “Eyes on me,” he grinds out as my lips wrap around his dick. My eyes open, narrowing them as I lift my gaze up to his. He’s smirking, it’s cocky as fuck. However, he still looks scared underneath it all.

  “This isn’t how we do business,” Dragon announces. “I don’t do threats, and I don’t use women to get what I want.”

  Karma laughs, it’s low and mixed with a groan. “You might not, but I do. Women are our greatest assets or our greatest downfalls,” he explains, his fingers tightening in my hair as he guides me to take him farther down my throat.

  “Maybe so, but this is one of my men’s women. You’re disrespecting our entire club right now,” Dragon points out.

  Karma holds my head down, forcing me to keep his cock buried down my throat. I breathe through my nose, my eyes watering as I continue to look into his eyes. “Disrespect?” he growls. “You want to come in here and talk about disrespecting clubs?” he sneers.

  “Your old man was a piece of shit. Why in the fuck would we open our arms and take you under our wings. You’re acting like a bunch of goddamn babies. You want to talk to us, you don’t kidnap a defenseless woman and force her to suck your dick. You come to me like a goddamn man. Like the president of a fucking MC. That’s what you do. We are done here until then.”

  Karma turns his head, and I take that opportunity to shift my gaze over to Dragon. I don’t see Joel, but I assume he’s gone, not wanting to see me suck another man’s cock so soon after he’s tossed me aside.

  Dragon’s eyes flick down to mine, then I watch as he tilts his head to the side and looks back up to Karma. “Stop playing, Karma. She ain’t yours to play with. If you want to keep your club breathin’ and not start a war, you’ll extract your dick from her mouth. You’ll hand her back over, and you’ll meet me tomorrow morning at the diner on the border, like a fuckin’ man. You don’t do those things and I’ll let Silver back in here and not hold him the fuck back.”

  Karma pulls my head back almost to the tip of his dick, then he shoves my face back again, repeating the motion three more times, quickly, before he shoves me off of him and jacks his cock until he climaxes, spilling his release all over the floor.

  “Take her. I see her anywhere near my club, or in general, she’s mine, I don’t care who is trying to lay claim to her,” he grunts. He stands and pulls his jeans up his hips, fastening them as if he has all of the time in the world. “I’ll be there at eight,” he announces then turns and walks away.

  “Presley,” Dragon says, his voice soft and gentle.

  The men around the room are shuffling around, following their president, I presume. Slowly, I turn my gaze to Dragon. He’s crouched in front of me, his hand held out like he’s trying to coax an animal over to him. I look around the room, surprised to see Wolfe, Dragon, and Mountain staring at me. All wearing similar looks of pity on their faces.

  With shaky legs, I stand. Reaching out for Dragon I practically fall against his chest. My body shakes, sobs wrack throughout me as soon as his arms envelop me. He lifts me so that my toes don’t touch the ground and I hear murmured words that I can’t make out as he starts to move.

  Then I’m shifted into another man’s arms. As soon as I inhale between my sobbing, I know exactly who has a hold of me. It’s Joel. I feel his hand gently wrap around the back of my head and then his lips touch my hair.

  “I’m going to spank the fucking shit out of you when I get you home,�
� he rasps.

  I jerk away from him, but his grip is too tight.

  “Brother, handle with care,” Wolfe’s voice growls from somewhere behind me.

  Joel holds me closer, and tighter, his voice dipping even lower. “I don’t tell you fucking shit about how you handle that bitch of yours. You don’t say a goddamn thing about how I handle mine.”

  I want to protest. To argue, to let him know that I’m sick and tired of him, and of him calling me a fucking bitch. I do neither, mainly because I’m fucking exhausted. I want to go home, curl between my sheets and sleep for at least six months, maybe longer.

  Unfortunately, I don’t know if I’ll get that opportunity anytime soon. Joel picks me up, the same way that Dragon did, except not as carefully. He stomps away from Karma’s house and then before I can take in what’s happening my bare ass lands against a fabric truck seat.

  “Scoot over,” he growls.

  I do as he demands and scoot over to the center of the bench seat. Joel’s dark eyes meet mine and he growls before he slams the door closed. I watch him walk away from me and over to the group of his men that are all staring at the pickup, no, they’re staring at me.

  It finally sinks in that every single man here has seen my bare pussy. They’ve also seen me suck some strangers dick. My stomach twists, turns, and threatens to empty at the thought. Inhaling through my nose, I exhale through my mouth and close my eyes.

  I can’t think about that.

  I can never think about that again.

  It didn’t fucking happen. I’m going to live in denial for the rest of my life. I never saw Joel kill a man in cold blood, and I never sucked a stranger’s dick while a room full of men watched. They also never saw my pussy.

  Nope.

  It never happened.

  Chapter Twenty-One