by Shan R. K
Zero slips his hand and then arm under my pussy, until his arm is lodged in the crack of my ass, all the while looking at my face. His eyes burning me, as he lifts my body, with his one arm. Instinctively I wrap my legs around him, then he’s kissing me. His mouth is angry, hungry, his hands rubbing my ass harshly, that it pains, but such a sexy kind of pain.
I hear his zipper in the back of my mind, then his cock is plunging into me. I scream, it burns, it's throbbing, his grip on my ass, the sting of his teeth in the crevice of my neck. This is too much.
He pounds into me, hard, my body jerking on him, my naked breast smacking his suit covered chest. He lifts me up, his dick still hot and pulsing, as he carries me to the bathroom wall. When my back hits the wall, I feel him deep in my womb as he plunges into me. He opens the door of the bathroom leading me to the bed that he flings me on. He grabs my legs, flipping me over. My heart is thumping, my pussy throbbing, ass in the air, he rubs his dick around my pussy opening and plunges in. He's not gentle, Zero is rough, and oh so lovely. He’s relentless, there's no sweet caresses, no tit groping, just hands on my hips, cold fucking.
This morning I told him I wanted to know what it is to be with him, I told him I wanted him to show me, show me why I shouldn't give him up. He warned me that he’ll consume me and I was too stubborn to listen. With each slap of his balls to my butt and each grunt he makes, I'm so glad I didn't.
The swell of his cock tightens my walls as he plants his seed right in my womb.
His eyes are half mast when he takes his head out from the crook of my neck. It's then I feel the slight sting and a trickle.
“We didn't wrap.”
“What.” He still has his sex voice, but there's something in it that is ringing warning bells, but I'm too sated to clear my head, so I reply, “we didn't wrap.”
His eyes lock on me, his jaw clenches, and just like the first time he over powered me, he does it again, my hands above my head, legs opened. The only difference is the cold metal digging into my wrist.
I'm on my back, naked on the bed, his cum dripping from between my legs that are splayed open.
“You think you so clever, Amariya Demarco, you thought I wouldn't find out. I was just a fucking means to an end right? Did you enjoy yourself? Was messing with my mind, pretending to be some messed up broken damsel when really you nothing but a fucked up bitch a game to you?.” My eyes widen at the mention of my name, and I struggle to get him off me.
His cold green eyes freeze me in place as his hand pulls on the small chain between the cuffs. It's in these seconds that I know It's over. The feelings Zero has for me dies as I stare into his eyes. The betrayal I see in them suffocates me, the disappointment that flashes in his gaze prepares me, and the anger, his anger just breaks me.
“My past is my past, I did what I had, to survive. I never claimed to be a damsel. Let me go and I’ll leave.”
He glares at me, pushing his suit covered body off me and slips on his pants. I scramble up, until my back hits the headboard, my knees to my chest and my bound hands to my toes. I have no hair to cover me because it's tied to the top of my head.
Once his pants is on, he pulls out a paper and marches back to me. I don't need to look at the paper to know what it is. So I recite it.
“Name: Amariya Demarco
Age: unknown
Date of birth: Unknown
Father: Castelo Demarco
Mother: Mariete Demarco
Spouses: None
Girls last whereabouts ? Deceased.
Causes: Unknown
Age of death: 16
Conclusion: Wanted for the murder of eleven victims. DNA was found at the scene of five crimes. Defendant is not deceased but now a Jane doe aka Beggar.
Wanted alive for 500000 cash. Contact Thorn Kade at A-List P.I.”
Zero crumbles up the paper and flings it across the wall. His fingers grip my jaw and he snarls, “So I was just the fuck you to my brother? You tried to kill him, and then what? Got angry cause he didn't die? Was almost getting Falon raped a set up.”
His hold on my jaw tightens and I'm scared. My time with Lucca taught me that when a man has made up his mind, there's no words that will change it. And as I stare into the enforcers eyes I know he has made up his mind. He is going to kill me.
The resolve in my eyes must be evident cause he makes his first and only mistake. He leaves the room. I spring into action with my hands cuffed. I grab my bag from under the bed unzip it and pull out the pliers. After a bare minute I'm out of the hand cuffs. My jeans from the bag is next as I slide it up my legs. My black tank top is slipped on next as I grab my leather hoody and my jacket. I zip up the bag with my boots inside and go to the bedroom window.
The door bursts open and Knight and Storm charge in. The darts from my leather jacket meet my fingers as they fly through the air getting both men. Knight in his neck and Storm on his arm. Storm manages a few more steps before he falls. Knight just drops.
I pull up the window as I grab my wall grippers from my bag. I attach them to my hands and climb out the window. Zero's angry face is the last thing I see before I go down the wall. My fall to the end is hard, and I twist my ankle but I know it's a matter of seconds before they open the door so I keep moving. A few bikers come out, and I have no choice but to put darts in them. I don't miss, I never miss. I barely make it to the gate before Texas grabs me from around the waist and throws me hard against the ground. The dart in my hand goes into his stomach. His hands wrap around my throat, sucking off my oxygen supply. I wheeze, pulling at his arms. It's a sufferable minute before he’s out. I only gave them a tranquilizer that will last for four hours. Deno slipped them into my bag.
My phone chimes letting me know my ride is here. I was hoping to leave quietly. Not like this. My vision goes to the bedroom window and I see the man that will always own the last shred of my humanity. I see the man that will always own the pieces of me. My back turns to him because I know that my story with Zero has ended. He will never forgive me, just like how I can never be sorry. I will kill his brother if I got the chance. I will finish what I started.
The gates open as the mass of Mercedes stop. Lucca and his men all pull out their guns stopping the bikers from coming any closer to me and for the first and only time I actually seek shelter from my monster.
I walk closer to Lucca, each step a journey closer to hell. His hazel eyes stay focus on the bikers until I am in touching distance. I watch as he signals his men. Jade and Falon run from the back. Jade hitting my shoulder.
I look up into my monsters eyes.
“Lucca.” I say as I die a thousand deaths.
He smiles and it's so cold, that I'm scared even hell would freeze if it looked into his soul.
“Welcome back wife.”
A Satan Snipers MC novelLA
Copyright © 2017 Shan R.K
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Acknowledgments
Firstly I would like to say to my kid, that maybe you are too small to read mommas books right now but when you do open it just know, my words are written for you. There is love out there kiddo. My love for you never dims, never fades, and has no limit.
A huge thank you goes out to Lauren just because you are you and always make me laugh. Pushing me to finish this book while my life tumbles out of control. I swear god sent you to me.
Gary and Swallow who took me on a ride of my life while introducing me to a shit load of bikers. Tyrone for the help with the action scene.
And a huge thank you to Juan for answering a shit ton of quest
ions. You are awesome people sexy guy.
And mostly a special thank you to all my email subscribers. You guys inspire me to keep moving, even when I can’t get up.
For all of you who search for a keeper.
“She was forgettable, why couldn’t I stay away.”
For the full experience:
Tin man - Miranda Lambert
Love me or leave me – Dustin Lynch
Jolene – Kylie Cyrus (The backyard session)
Ain’t no sunshine – Shawn James
Chase Rice – Ready Set Roll
Halo – Beyonce (Jasmine Thompson version)
Prelude
Growing up life was good, simple. I took it for granted.
Why not right? I had a stay at home mom, and two older brothers. I was the baby and my family treated me as such.
My dad was an electrician for a machine repair company only 10 miles from Laurelhurst, our suburban home stay. We were never rich but we never hurt for cash either. I never wore thrift store clothing, I never had to eat the same food two days in a row, overall life was good. I know it now, but then I didn't have a clue. Then, life was normal, I never knew things any other way. I was young like that.
I attended public school like most kids did in Laurelhurst, graduated top of my class and was the first in my family to get accepted to Harvard University. Yes, I was going to do my first year pre-med. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon. I was ambitious, filled with goals and dreams.
It's amazing how life seems to be going so great, those sleepless nights finally paying off. Because I can tell you, that when you're flying high you feel invincible. I did, and it was the best feeling I ever had.
My brothers attended Washington State, not far from home. Ridge finished his degree in accounting, and Freddy was already a working electrical engineer for a local company. Both my brothers married young. Freddy divorced Celeste a year after they’d tied the knot. He kept insisting she was insane and mom agreed. Freddy had never been happier than the day he signed those papers.
My eldest brother Ridge was six years into his marriage and a proud father of twin girls, Alison and Stacy. With a wife that practically took out his socks when he got home from work, Ridge felt like he was king.
He hardly ever came home but mom and dad didn't really mind. They believed that no news meant good news. I think they were just tired of having such a noisy house and wanted the peace. My parents liked their quiet time.
And me? I was a soon to be student of Harvard. Life was looking up for me, and with my parents who actually considered this and my two brothers who were more than thrilled, I had enough money to pay for the books I needed. Which was the only thing my scholarship wasn't covering.
The world felt touchable and mine for the taking. I was ready to spread my wings and leave my mark on my country. And before I knew it I was in New York City attending Harvard University.
The first year went on by faster than I thought. I didn't make it home until Christmas. My short breaks went on by studying for extra credits and working at the Sleeve, an upper class five star restaurant in New York City. I was too exhausted to do anything else. With no personal life, I was a nineteen year old Harvard student with no boyfriend and zero friends. I wasn't refined enough for the rich kids, not smart enough for the geeks and not serious enough to hang with the other scholarship kids. It was unacceptable to just be me, I guess. Which was the main reason I got the job and focused on my studies.
I believed that if I kept my head on my goals the time would fly. The thing is I wasn't paying attention to other stuff, my mind was focused on my work. That was my first mistake. My mom always told me that multi tasking was important, and looking back I should've listened, but I didn't. Before I knew it I was on my second year and that was when I got sidetracked.
It was one of those days, where the wind was just wilder than the previous day's. No certainty of what the day would bring. I always found the air much more cleaner and refreshing to smell on campus than the stuffy scent of Central New York city. I loved spending time on the grounds while I immersed my brain into the complexity of human anatomy. And that day was no different, a bit of wind didn't deter me in the slightest.
I had two free periods before I had to attend a Chemistry class. I was wearing my signature Harvard outfit, which consisted of chino pants and a white button down shirt, completed with a pair of flat nude pumps.
My first day at Harvard I arrived in my normal clothes, a baggy black Levi jeans, black t-shirt paired off with Neon green and pink D&G sneakers. Around my head was my signature shocking blue headphones. I was there for all but ten minutes before I learnt that they didn't like my loose jeans and tank tops I normally wore. If that wasn't ‘message’ enough, the next day my bio professor kindly asked me to dress more ‘conservative’. She even let me out early so I could purchase some ‘serious clothing’. Now it was a year later and I barely recognized myself.
My maroon framed glasses was the only sign on my body that told people I actually liked color, but you didn't hear me complaining. I had a plan, goals. I was going to be a kick ass Doctor. Never mind if I lost a little bit of myself along the way. Who the hell cared if I lost weight and became a shell of the person I was. So fucking what, if I was god damn miserable. I had goals damnit.
But let me tell you the thing about goals, they meant nothing, abso-fucking-lutely nothing if you weren't paying attention to the obstacles, because there were always obstacles. Mine came in a six foot, two hundred pound male named Landon Bennet. He was gorgeous, perfect teeth, perfect hair and a laugh that had me making many mistakes in my life. I met him on my second day of my second year at Harvard.
When I think on how cliché it sounds, saying he was so perfect, so gorgeous, I think of how young and naïve I was back then. I think of how stupid I was. He was a junior partner at a law firm, six years older than me and my biology professor’s brother.
He charmed me within a week, took my virginity in a month and snatched my heart in three. I was a goner for a handsome face and a dazzling smile and in just a year I was Mrs Hannah Bennet.
In my third year of med school my days were spent on Campus and hospitals while my nights split into attending Galas or Charity events always ending under Landon. I failed my third year and Landon insisted that I didn't need to work, that I should stay at home. Studying wasn't important, I was a kept woman. And like the good wife I was I agreed.
That was the second mistake I made. I should've never left Harvard. My parents were devastated. And my brothers? they didn't even talk to me. That was when I made my third mistake, I cut my family out. I forgot about them, ignored them and eventually they forgot about me too.
Looking back I think it was on the third year of our marriage that Landon changed. He wanted a son, I couldn't give it to him. I wasn't sure why I couldn't fall pregnant. The doctors insisted I was fine, Landon was fine, we were both young fertile people. We had a great sex life, we never used protection, I couldn't understand it. That should've been my first sign but remember I said I wasn't paying attention. At this stage in my life I had one goal, pleasing my husband and that was having a baby.
Unfortunately my husband didn't feel as pleased with me as I thought. I found this out on our fourth year of marriage, when a woman walked up to our door with a baby in her arms claiming it was Landon's son. It was Landon's son. My husband was cheating on me. Of course he blamed the entire thing on me. Accusing all of this on me, he said it was my fault because I couldn't fall pregnant, I couldn't give him a son.
After that day I stopped being the good wife, I stopped caring for my husband. Because you see that day I had a secret of my own, I was pregnant.
I filed for divorce three weeks later. Landon didn't contest it, he was too wrapped up being a new dad. And I was glad. If he knew I was carrying his kid I don't think he would've let me go. Then again would he really have cared? He let me go without a fight the first time. I don't think adding a baby after he already had one wo
uld've changed his mind.
So there I was, a pregnant twenty four year old divorced, Med school drop out.
There was no place to stay, nothing to fall back on. Not like I could've gone home. I had burned those bridges for a man who couldn't keep it in his pants and practically replaced me with an older woman. I had little to no money in my bank account because when I was getting married I didn't stop to think about the anti-nuptial contract I signed because I was too naïve. And let's just say Landon wasn't feeling very generous after I destroyed his house. Technically I didn't blame the guy, I did over do it. Throwing a piano out of his window was bound to piss him off. At the time that was the goal, now I was wishing I didn't. Especially since I was going to have to tell him in nine months time that we actually made a baby together. I wasn't a bad person. Any man no matter how much of an asshole he was, deserved to know his kid, well at least be given the chance. I was hoping Landon wouldn't want that chance.
So pregnant, homeless, and six suitcases full of clothes, shoes and underwear that wouldn't fit me in five months time, it was very light to say my options were limited. I didn't know much about what I was going to do, but like always I had a plan, and this time I was finally paying attention. I was going to move to a small place, where nobody knew Landon Bennet, the famous Mercantile Attorney. I wanted a place where I could just live. Somewhere safe for my baby, cheap for my pocket and far from New York City.
A small town. The good thing about America was that we had that in spades. There were small towns everywhere. Less people, quiet places, perfect for me, safe for my baby.