Hunted (Dauntless MC Book 1)
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“Don’t you dare leave my side tonight! I better not catch you huddled up in some corner talking to one of my brothers and God help you if you flirt with any of them.”
“Mr. Talon”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Lawyer. Lady.”
He forcefully pulled her mouth to his with a death grip on the back of her neck. She jumped in shock when she felt the piercing in his tongue. He had more piercings for her; that’s for damn sure. He thought the best part of the kiss was when she tried to hide the moan that escaped her lips. It was only a matter of time before he’d seal the deal of making her completely his. He had every intention of fucking her until she agrees to be his property. Hell, by the time he’s done with her, she’ll be begging to be owned. First they needed to eat and then go to the compound. He’d save the fun stuff for later.
Chapter Nine
They hadn’t even entered the compound yet and Grace could feel herself leaning towards Talon for security and comfort. She didn’t know anything about his world except for the small amount he had shared with her so far. However, what they had been through together concerning his court case was already building a comradery between them.
They exited the SUV and he pulled her close to his body with his arm around her waist. He leaned down and whispered a threat into her ear. “Remember what I told you, lawyer lady. Don’t leave my side. You’re way out of your league here and things can get real fucking dangerous, real fucking quick.” He turned her in his direction and held her by her shoulders while he looked down on her. It made her realize how small she was next to him.
“You’re going to see things here tonight that you’ve never seen before. This is my family. We live side by side, eat side by side, fight side by side, and fuck side by side. There is no shame here. You stick close to me and you’ll be fine.”
She nodded her head, acknowledging what he said, but nothing could have prepared her for the things she’d not only see tonight, but also experience. As they entered the large gated area, there was an open, yet enclosed, courtyard with gates big enough to drive a large truck through. This place was huge, a compound large enough to house all the brothers in the club. This really was a community, a separate entity from the rest of the world. A surge of something like pride coursed through her as the realization that she had been allowed into a world most were forbidden access to engulfed her. She couldn’t help but feel privileged to be part of something much bigger than she was. A feeling of comradery was in the air and she basked in it. Family was something she’d never been privy to. After her dad walked out on her mom and her, it was just the two of them against the world. Instinctively she knew that these people would have her back as long as she looked out for them in the realm of any legal issues they might encounter. She was certain they had more than their fair share of brushes with the law.
Talon’s voice pulled Grace from her thoughts. “What’s your poison, baby girl? Beer on tap or something stronger?”
“Beer is fine,” she answered. She needed something to take the edge off and she gladly took the red plastic cup he offered her.
“So, this is lawyer lady.”
She looked over to see another burly biker with the same type of vest, laden with patches, that Talon wore. His striking blue eyes shone out from beneath his long, blonde, unruly hair.
“This is Scooter. Scooter, this is Grace but I have just dubbed her as lawyer lady. It seems to have stuck and has a nice ring to it.”
“Damn, Talon, you did good—good with naming her and finding her. She’s fucking hot, dude.”
“Actually, Tiny did. He gave her to me. She is still coming to terms with it though.”
“Ain’t got no choice, babe. We take what we want around here and make no apologies for it. You’ve been claimed, girl, so you may as well get that through your head.” Scooter only reaffirmed what she had been told all along.
She looked up at the man addressing her and though the club’s way of thinking was foreign to her, she could tell by the look on his face that he was dead serious.
“Nice meeting ya. Anybody who would help out Talon the way you did is cool with me.”
“You heard that, didn’t you? You’re property now—my fucking property,” Talon growled in her ear as Scooter sauntered away.
“You keep saying that, Talon.”
“You’re damn straight I do and I’ll keep saying it until you get it through your pretty little head.”
He pulled her over to an area where people were seated on a ledge. She was sandwiched between his legs and his body felt rock hard. The possessiveness seemed to ooze off of him and he never took his hands off of her. She was glad for the beer she was drinking. She definitely needed something to help calm her nerves.
She watched a group of girls making their way in and she could tell they weren’t part of the club family. Talon leaned down to whisper in her ear as if reading her mind.
“They’re outside girls. They come in to party, hoping to be part of the club. The boys will party with them, fuck ‘em, and move on. They’re sweet butts but they’ll never be old ladies. They’re just a good time for the boys is all.”
“Is that all I am… a good time?”
“What don’t you get about the word property? I own you, Grace. In a sense, the club owns you. You work for us now and we take care of what’s ours.”
“Did you own her?” she asked as she looked over at a redhead who’d been glaring at her since they entered.
“She wants to fuck me is all. She wants to be an old lady and you being my property is stopping that. She thinks you’re too good for me. I never had an old lady until you; I just fucked the club whores.”
Grace jerked around, shocked by his casual statement about fucking what he referred to as club whores. “What do you mean by club whores?”
He pulled her between his legs to face him and glared down on her as if the intense gaze of his coal black eyes would reinforce what he was saying. “It means we have women who service any of the brothers who need servicing. If they need their cocks sucked, or if they want to run a train on a club whore, she’s available.” The shock on Grace’s face was evident but he continued talking. “This is my world, Grace. Nobody is making these girls do anything they don’t want to do. They made themselves available. We do what the fuck we want, when we want, and we don’t make apologies to anybody. It keeps the boys from fighting if they have pussy on tap. That’s just how it is.”
She felt damn good pressed into him like she was. He pulled her in closer and purposely let her feel his hard cock rubbing against her.
“Yeah, all that testosterone can make a man feel real fucking aggressive. Like right now, I can’t think about anything but sliding my cock up into you until that piercing I have is banging into your g-spot and you’re screaming out my name in ecstasy.”
He laughed when he saw the look of shock on her face. He took her hand and ran it up and down his jeans right where his hard stalk was pressing against the denim. “I’m going to fuck you, girl, and make you mine completely. I want you tied up and at my mercy. I’m a kinky motherfucker and I plan on unleashing all that kink on you.”
He pulled her away from the crowd and into the compound, making his way around a darkened corner. His hands pinned her into the wall and prevented her escape as his eyes threatened her with the look of a predator sizing up his prey.
“Pull my cock out of my pants; I want you to see that piercing.” He was shocked when she didn’t hesitate. She unzipped his pants and his cock sprung free, hard and ready for her. She looked down and stroked it as she studied every inch of hardness in her hands. He squeezed his hand over hers demanding her to be more forceful. The air he sucked in through his teeth sounded like a hissing noise. She felt so fucking good. She studied the piercing in the shape of a bar with the two balls that screwed in at each end.
“Did it hurt?”
“Fuck yeah it hurt, but the pleasure it’s going to give you is well worth it.”
Her hips rocked up against him and he chuckled as he buried his face in her hair and took her scent in. “You want to feel that cock torment you. Don’t you, girl? You’re going to learn, though. You get cock when I say you get cock.”
He slid into her tight opening while forcing her legs back to make her take everything he had to give. He thrust in hard and forced her to stretch open and take his full girth.
“You’re so fucking tight, girl. Man, you haven’t been fucked in forever.” She groaned and the gravel in her voice made it almost unrecognizable. “Please, ahh fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
“Beg me!” he said. “Beg, don’t groan!”
“Please, oh fuck that feels so good. What the hell are you hitting inside of me?”
“I’m hitting your g-spot, baby girl. Now, come.” She screamed out in agonized pleasure and he knew he was giving her something she had never experienced before—a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her pussy clamping down on him like a vice grip took him over the edge and he pulled out to pump his seed all over her stomach. He rubbed it into her skin, saturating her with his mark. “You are going to walk around all night with my scent on you. You’re mine, girl. You fucking belong to me and you better keep that in the forefront of your mind from now on.”
He barely heard her voice. Her response was barely above a whisper when she groaned, “Yes, I am…”
The convict’s chains clinked, hitting the concrete flooring with every step as the guard led him back towards his cell. No sooner had they entered the prisoner’s compound than all hell broke loose. He didn’t know the details but, somehow, one of these crazy fucks had managed to get one of the guard’s guns and open every cell on deck. All it took was the push of a button on the computer that regulated everything. Everything was operated by that computer behind the desk in the center of the prison area.
The convict wasted no time and threw his manacled hands over his guard’s head from behind. Using the chain to squeeze off the artery that provided blood flow to the man’s brain, it didn’t take long before he was nothing more than a heap at the convict’s chained feet. Thirty seconds after that, he was free of shackles and armed with the guard’s gun.
The place was utter chaos as inmates threw toilet paper, books, and anything else they could find from the second floor landing. Someone had managed to get to the computer again and open all the cell doors to release every prisoner in the place, not just the ones on this deck, and the result was quickly turning into a full-blown riot. Small fires had already been started and fights were breaking out everywhere. Only one thing was on the mind of the serial killer though, and that was getting the fuck out of here and getting his hands on the sweet, little, piece of meat who had made the mistake of bonding with him through e-mails and visits. Suddenly, his daydream of tying her up and torturing her before he began slicing up her body was now a distinct possibility.
Chapter Ten
Grace sat at her desk and nursed off the effects of being out too late the night before. It wasn’t anything a couple of aspirin and a heavy dose of caffeine wouldn’t take care of.
She looked down at her cell phone when it beeped and alerted her of an incoming text.
Talon: Are you surviving after last night’s party?
Grace: Yes, I’m just glad I didn’t overdo it.
Talon: Shoulda’ stayed here so I could fuck your little brains out all night.
Grace: OMG, you’re so blunt.
Talon: Yep, be good… you never know when I’m watching. I’d hate to have to beat the shit out of one of those sissy ass lawyers you work with.
Grace: Your property’s safe
Talon: ‘Bout fuckin’ time you got it in your head you’re mine.
Grace: :-p
Talon: I’ll put that tongue to use later, lawyer lady.
Grace: Speaking of lawyer lady, I need to get back to work.
Grace looked up to see Luke, one of the lawyers at the firm, standing in the doorway and studying her. “What, Luke?” she asked.
“I just hope you aren’t getting attached to that criminal you’re representing.”
“Well, it isn’t uncommon to talk to clients. I would hardly label that as being attached.” She really didn’t want anyone in the firm knowing about her relationship with Talon. She’d always kept things professional with her clients in the past. It wasn’t in her nature not to, but unlike most clients, Talon made that very hard to do.
“Texting is more intimate.”
“You don’t know who I was texting and to be perfectly honest, it really isn’t any of your business. Don’t you have something else to do? Why don’t you go make a pot of coffee or something?”
“You have an assistant for that.”
“Go away, Luke. I’m working.”
“Just trying to look out for a fellow colleague is all, Grace.”
“Well, thank you for your concern but I’m a big girl.”
“I certainly hope you are, Grace, because one of the prisoners from the jail right across the road broke out after a riot last night and he’s a serial killer.”
Grace eyed Luke and scrutinized him while she tried to decide which question she wanted to ask first: how the convict had broken out of jail, or why she had the uncanny notion that Luke was having her followed.
Chapter Eleven
Derrick circled his nude partner. He had strung her up beautifully. She was standing on a wooden box with her wrists manacled and held above her head by a chain drilled into a basement rafter. He eyed her with a sadistic grin and, in one swift motion, kicked the box out from under her bare feet, all while maintaining eye contact.
She danced around on her toes until she was finally able to stop swinging. She watched, obviously horrified, as her partner reached down into a combat boot and removed a knife.
“Oh fuck, the fear in your eyes is so hot, girl.”
He cocked his head to the side, transfixed by the beautiful creature at his mercy. He traced the blade around her nipple and listened as tiny whimpers of fear escaped her lips.
“I told you this wasn’t about money.” With a tiny flick of his wrist, he nicked her skin.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Oh fuck, baby girl, it’s too damn late for that.” He lapped languidly at the blood and then pulled a nipple into the heated enclosure of his mouth, running his tongue around it as he sucked.
“You are so fucking hot. Now you’re mine. You have to do what I tell you to now. I just wanted you so bad, baby. You were too far out of my league so I had to resort to blackmail. You left me no choice, Justine.”
He appeared to be mesmerized by the woman at his mercy as he lightly ran the tip the blade over her abdomen. She cried out as the blade, once again, assaulted her creamy white flesh.
“No, no, no, no,” she cried as tears streamed down her face and she begged her sadistic partner for mercy.
She watched as he lowered down to his knees to lap and lick at the blood. He smacked at her legs, which were barely holding her up, signifying her to open them. His fingers slowly trailed up her legs and then between them to the silky folds now swollen with need.
“Oh baby girl, your pussy is so wet for me.” His fingers played in the heat of her folds and her tear stained face started to dry as she looked down on him.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Her hips rocked into his fingers, the rush of endorphins forcing her body to betray her to her blackmailer. The pain, the fear, and the not knowing what this crazy m
otherfucker might do had made for the perfect cocktail of an adrenaline based endorphin high.
She never saw the blade make its last cut into her labia and she cried out as one of his hands offered pain while the other delivered pleasure. Her assailant tossed the knife to the side lapping at the blood dripping onto her leg. Like an animal in a feeding frenzy at the sight of blood he spread her open with his fingers and lapped at her soaked opening.
“Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he murmured through laps and sucks with his heated and textured tongue. Her body racked with spasms in obedience as she succumbed to the pleasure given by a man who she knew would never release her, not after experiencing this deep of a connection.
He rose up, grabbed her face, and kissed her with more passion in that one kiss, than most people had in a full-blown lovemaking session. He reached over and pulled a lever, lowering her to the floor in a gentle heap. She crumbled into a fetal position, unmoving but sated, as she watched him stand above her stroking his large, hard cock.
“You’re mine. I made you mine. You bled for me. You came for me. You’re going to do so many things for me, things you can’t even imagine. She watched as he pulled at his cock while he threatened her with his ownership. “Gonna mark you, baby. You’re mine, all fucking mine.” His seed sprayed out all over her body and when he leaned down over her, he looked like a madman with his shoulder length, brown hair hanging down in his face. He was a man in a state of hunger; he had a crazy need only she could fulfill. His hands spread the white substance his body had ejaculated all over her skin. He had done what he said—he had marked her and made her his. He gently picked up her limp body to take her into his master bath for aftercare. She sunk into his arms and laid her head on his chest as he made his way over to bathe her. After tonight, she would never be the same. The aftercare he would provide would leave the cuts almost healed by tomorrow but nothing would ever remove the impression he had made on her psyche tonight.