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by Tory Richards


  “What’s wrong?”

  I didn’t like the challenge in her tone. She stood there holding her clothes in front of her, but I still caught glimpses of the creamy flesh of her hip and thigh, one leg, and the swells of her tits. I frowned. Was she fucking teasing me? Big mistake. I never turned down a challenge. I didn’t own her? She was wrong there, too. Until I had shit sorted out she wasn’t going anywhere.

  It didn’t take me long to reach her, and even though her eyes grew round at my approach, she held her ground. She wasn’t used to backing down either, she was a fighter. Good. She might be running, but my gut told me that when cornered, she would fight. Would she fight me? Because I was going to break her fucking spirit if she didn’t.

  I decided I wanted her against the wall, forcing her back with my sheer bulk. She gasped, whether from surprise or fear, I didn’t fucking care. “Let’s get one thing clear, woman, I do own you. Until I sort shit out you aren’t going anywhere.”

  A nervous laugh escaped her. “You can’t keep me against my will,” she had the fucking guts to say.

  “Watch me.” I grabbed the clothes she was shielding herself with and tossed them to the side, never taking my eyes off hers. She gasped again, and this time I watched her eyes dilate with emotion.

  Fucking emotions.

  Anger was the only emotion I was comfortable with.

  And pain.

  She slapped me, hard, but not hard enough for it to cause my head to turn. I glared down into her bright, slightly worried eyes, curling my hands into fists because she’d dared to hit me. She needed to learn that she didn’t put her hands on me without consequences. If she’d been a man I would have snapped her neck by now.

  “Big mistake.”

  Her response was to tilt that obstinate chin of hers. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was frightened, that she’d obviously realized she’d gone too far. But she wasn’t backing down to that fear. I didn’t give her time to react to what I was going to do, hell, I wasn’t even fucking sure of what I was going to do until I was doing it. In the space of a few meaningless seconds I had my hand on her fucking pussy and my finger deep inside.

  Fucking hell, she was wet! The savage situation between us was turning her on. My finger glided into her juicy cunt like a fucking knife sliced through soft butter. Ignoring her gasp, I pressed up until she was forced to lift up on her toes. Our eyes remained locked as I added another finger. Her mouth parted, and she was forced to drop her hands to my chest for support as I worked my fingers deep inside her body. I could feel the wet heat of her clench around my fingers, the soft spongy walls of her cunt swelling around them and releasing more cream.

  “You don’t put your fucking hands on me without retribution,” I grated down into her flushed face. “Next time you’ll be on your knees sucking me off.”

  “Please—” The word drifted past her parted lips in a soft whisper. Her head was back against the wall, eyes half closed.

  I glanced down at her flushed body, taking note of her swollen tits and rock-hard nipples, and then further down to where her pussy was, watching my fingers thrusting in and out of her tightness. Christ, I could almost feel her cunt squeezing my dick. If she hugged my cock as hard as she did my fingers, I would fucking split her in half. I felt my own breath grow heavy as her juices coated my fingers and ran down my hand.

  “Please,” she said weakly. “No…more.”

  No more? Then why was her body moving against my hand like she couldn’t get enough? Why was her breathing increasing? It was then that I thought about what I was doing. When was the fucking last time I’d given a woman an orgasm? When was the last time that it was my fingers, not hers, that were flicking her clit while she was sucking me off? I couldn’t remember when it had mattered to me. Yes, I could. It’d been right before Sonya’s betrayal.

  And I’d watched my brothers end her.

  That had been the day my life had changed, and I’d let the darkness consume me until it had created the fucking monster that I was today. I was the bastard who didn’t care, dead on the inside. You had to have a heart to feel, and she’d taken my heart to the grave with her. Fucking bitch. Seeing the light extinguish in her eyes had ruined me, because I could have stopped it and hadn’t even tried.

  It suddenly occurred to me that Audra was climaxing. Small cries mingled with pants of passion as her cunt clenched around my fingers and pleasure exploded from within her. The heat and thickness flooding over my digits and the way her fucking body convulsed nearly brought me to my own release. When had I leaned my dick against her soft body? Like a fucking dog I had her thigh pinched between mine and I was humping to get off. Holy shit, it felt good.

  Too fucking good.

  I yanked my fingers from her soppy snatch before she even finished coming down from the high. Her moan of protest lingered as I stepped back and let her weakened body sink to the floor. Even in her aroused state she reached for the trailing end of the sheet and dragged it down across her. I’d seen her completely naked, had just given her a fucking orgasm, and she was suddenly embarrassed over her nudity? Maybe the reality of what had just happened embarrassed her more.

  “Bastard,” she groaned hoarsely.

  Yeah, that seemed more like it. “For giving you an orgasm or for pulling out?”

  She pinned her glaring eyes on me. “Both.”

  Wow, an honest woman. I fucking didn’t know what to do with that. “As long as we’re clear that you don’t go anywhere until I say you can. We stay here tonight—”

  “What about those men, you said they’d be back.”

  “The GPS only tracked them here, not to this room. They won’t bring attention to themselves by being too obvious. Like you, they don’t want anyone remembering them.”

  “But they’ll still be here in the morning.”

  She was worried. “They’ll be somewhere, waiting and watching. Probably in the vehicle they arrived in.”

  “So how will we leave then?”

  Jesus, she asked a lot of questions. “Let me worry about that.” I doubted they’d know that she’d arrived here on the back of my bike, unless they noticed us leaving from the station and put it together. “I suggest you get some sleep, and do not leave this room.”

  “Or what, you’ll give me another orgasm?”

  She’d said it with disgust, but I knew she felt differently. I decided to call her on it. “You fucking enjoyed getting off.”

  My gaze drifted down to her mouth, wondering what her defiance would taste like beneath mine. Jesus, I couldn’t fucking remember the last time I’d thought about kissing a woman, or what her mouth would feel like under mine. That shit scared the shit out of me. Better to get the fuck out of there now and seek out one of the girls in the bar to suck me off.

  I needed fucking relief.

  At the last minute I decided on a fucking cold shower.

  Chapter 6

  Audra

  I don’t know how long I’d been asleep when the bed next to me dipped, a clear indication that someone had joined me. I was pretty damned sure that it was Hawk, but I reached over anyway and felt around, as if by touching him I’d know. My hand fell upon a hard six-pack before roaming up to iron pecs, and then gliding down to find a naked, muscular thigh. A little further over and my hand grazed a thick, huge cock.

  He was naked.

  His cock was standing up like a flag pole.

  I began to drag my hand away when it was grabbed and forced it back to the monster between his legs. A deep, animalistic growl sounded when he closed my fingers around it and squeezed. Actually, my fingers didn’t meet up, which reinforced how abnormally large his cock was, but then, we were talking about Hawk, and he was a beast.

  He didn’t need to tell me what he wanted, and the truth was that I didn’t mind giving him a hand job. Maybe I felt I needed to repay him for saving me earlier. Something about him had attracted me from the start, had made me curious. His arm scooped me closer and the hand over min
e slowly released once he was certain that I would remain put and had begun to move on my own. One trip over the bulbous head of it revealed that he was leaking a copious amount of pre-cum. I used it as a lubricant and ran my hand up and down the length of him, hearing his breath catch.

  It freaking turned me on.

  Part of me couldn’t believe that this was happening, that I was letting it happen. I didn’t know anything about Hawk, except that he was a dangerous, forceful man. I wasn’t in the habit of sleeping with strangers, much less letting them invade my body and give me one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced. And I sure as hell wasn’t in the habit of doing what I was doing now. I blamed it on Dane’s lack of sex drive in the last six months.

  The position I was in wasn’t very accommodating to giving a man a hand job, so when my hand began to cramp I moved to get more comfortable. As I was about to settle Hawk had other ideas. His hand moved up beneath my hair to circle the back of my neck, and then he was lifting the covers with his other hand and pushing my head downward toward his cock. The room was dark, but I didn’t need light to instinctively find his hard flesh. It didn’t occur to me to refuse, either.

  I opened my mouth as he guided my open mouth down, at the same time lifting his hips to fill my mouth completely. My senses exploded with his musky scent and the taste of pre-cum on my tongue. My moan mingled with his much deeper one. As I took a second to savor the experience I ran my tongue along his hot shaft, discovering the ridges and veins lining it, ending with the tip of my tongue burrowing into the leaking slit.

  “Holy fuck,” Hawk snarled, clenching a fist in my hair.

  I could feel the tremor of his powerful thighs beneath me, hear the broken rasps of his deep breaths. The hand in my hair began to guide me, up and down, up and down, keeping in rhythm with the movement of his hips. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, until it was crashing against the back of my throat. Each time Hawk grunted, and the hand in my hair clenched. Since he controlled the actions of my mouth, I was left to fondle his heavy testicles and the part of his cock that wasn’t in my mouth.

  Eventually his speed picked up, as did his breathing, both signs that he was about to come. I smiled to myself, remembering a little trick that Dane had taught me when we first started having sex. I wasn’t sure why I thought of applying it then, except that for some men it intensified their orgasm. Maybe Hawk would like it, maybe he wouldn’t. As he thrust up I wiggled my hand beneath him and slid a finger into the crack of his ass. His reaction was immediate, and I could tell that it turned him on more.

  The next time he thrust up I searched for his anus. That seemed to cause his breathing to become faster and harsher. His hand twisted tightly in my hair, his thrusts grew rougher, and I could tell his control was slipping. Timing was crucial, and I waited until I felt his cock swell and the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. That was when I wiggled my index finger into his anal passage as deep as I could go.

  “Fuuucking hell!”

  I’d never heard a man roar so loud during sex, though my experiences were limited to Dane. In the next instant Hawk was erupting like a violent volcano into my mouth, coating the back of my throat before it slid down to make room for more. His cock kept on discharging, and I thought it was never going to end. There was nothing I could do because he held me tightly, my mouth locked around his shaft, making sure I got every drop. His whole body tightened with his violent release.

  It seemed to take a while before his breathing calmed and his body stilled. His cock had deflated and I was finally released so that I could move away. As I pulled back, letting his shaft fall from my mouth, I removed my finger from his anus. I couldn’t tell if his low groan was pleasure or pain. My instincts told me that with him, it wouldn’t matter.

  Then, before I could comprehend it was happening, Hawk promptly turned on his side and pulled the covers over his body. I was stunned, unable to digest the coldness of his actions, feeling used and discarded. I knew I didn’t have any reason to feel that way, he’d given me a mind-blowing orgasm and I’d just returned the favor. So why did his indifference hurt? God, a day with this man felt like a lifetime.

  “Sleep, Audra.”

  What, did he have eyes at the back of his head? I refused to respond to his comment, rolling to my side of the bed as far to the edge as I could without falling off. I wasn’t going to sleep. I was going to wait until he fell asleep, and then I was going to get the hell out of there. Just because he’d said I wasn’t going anywhere didn’t mean it was law. As far as I was concerned I’d be doing him a favor.

  I tried to stay awake, I really did, but after a while I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

  I don’t know what woke me, some sound, or maybe movement from Hawk. As I blinked to clear the sleep from my eyes I stretched, releasing a moan when I felt my abused body resist. I was especially sore between my legs, thanks to the motorcycle. Another moan escaped me as I rolled onto my back and glanced over. Hawk was sitting with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

  My gaze ran over the wide expanse of his muscular back, taking in the tattoos that covered every square inch. In the center of his back was his club logo, Phantom Riders MC, arched over an evil, scruffy looking man with his arms crossed, wearing leather and a skull cap. Done in black, white and gray, the only other color was the red glare of his eyes and the lightning bolt shaped scar on his cheek. The capital letters “MC” were also in red. It was identical to the image on the back of his cut and the gas tank on his bike.

  Outside the logo on the back of his left shoulder was a beautiful hawk in flight with the sun behind it. His right shoulder revealed a hawk sitting on a tree branch overlooking the water. The colors were true to life and absolutely beautiful. But it was the tattoo, or what was left of it, across his lower back that interested me the most. Closer inspection seemed to suggest that someone had taken a knife and tried to disfigure or remove it.

  The pain must have been unbearable. Without thinking, I reached out and ran my fingertips over the ragged edges, as if my touch could soothe the memory of lingering pain. “What—?” Barely a second or two slipped by before Hawk swung around and grasped my wrist. I gasped, as much from the pain as from surprise at how fast he had moved. His move forced me closer to him. My eyes flew up to his.

  His expression was as unfriendly as ever, his sensual mouth a tight line. I parted my lips, drawing the intensity of his gaze there. I licked my bottom lip. His eyes narrowed and darkened, and I wondered if he was thinking about last night. Heat infused me as I thought about his huge cock inside my mouth. Out of nowhere came the thought that I wanted Hawk to kiss me. Badly! I wondered what it would take to make him lose control and do it. Could I handle him?

  “What happened?” I found myself asking.

  “Not something you need to know,” he said in a final tone, dropping my wrist and standing up. “We leave in fifteen minutes.”

  God, he was so cold. I watched him slip his jeans on, then his shirt and cut, and then finally he sat back down to put on his boots. That’s when I got up and went to the bathroom. Knowing that the room belonged to a working girl I was hesitant to grab a shower, so I made do with taking a sponge bath. Hawk was gone by the time I returned to the bedroom. I quickly slipped on my blouse, jeans and shoes and headed for the front.

  I was walking down the hallway when a door in front of me opened. A man emerged and as our eyes met we both froze. I’d forgotten all about Dane’s men! He moved first, taking a step in my direction which woke me from my temporary paralysis. With a squeak I spun around to go back the way I’d come, knowing that it was a lost cause. I had barely made it several feet when I was grabbed from behind.

  I screamed before it was cut off from a rough hand across my mouth. “Mr. Winthrop is eager to get you back, baby,” he said low against my ear, while crushing me against the wall. I turned my face so that I could breath, straining against his hold. “But he didn’t say what conditio
n he wanted you back in.” Suddenly I could see a knife out the corner of my eye as he brought it up to eye level. “Be ashamed to mess up this pretty face.”

  Mess up my face? He thought I was worried about my face when I knew that Dane was probably going to kill me? The front of my body was against the wall, so there wasn’t much I could do to gain my freedom. He had his arms across the top half of my shoulders and the rest of his bulk easily held mine immovable. I could feel his cock growing hard against my ass and couldn’t believe that he was getting turned on. The pig!

  I groaned angrily, and strained to no avail. He just laughed and caressed my cheek with the smooth side of the knife. “Now, you’re gonna come with me nice and quiet, or I’ll kill you right here and tell Mr. Winthrop that I didn’t have a choice.”

 

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