by Sophia Gray
Rafe made good on his promise to give me five lashes with his belt once Maddie went down for her nap. I didn’t think she’d go to sleep in her own room, but after Rafe talked with her and read her a short story, she snuggled into bed and was asleep before he made it to the door. Who would have thought a big biker like Rafe would voluntarily read a Curious George book to a five-year-old in order to get her to take her nap?
“You ready for the last one?” His deep voice came from behind me. The roughness of his fingers ran over my already tender bottom, sending shivers throughout my entire body. He’d been “generous” as he called it by warming my ass up with a hand spanking before taking off his belt. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my pussy was dripping for him, and I wanted that last lash to come fast so he’d sink himself into me.
“Yes.” I gritted my teeth, waiting for the crisp burn of the leather.
“Relax your ass first, Beth.”
I tried to soften my bottom, but it twitched knowing what was coming next. He must have seen that I was at least trying because the lash of fire was unleashed across both of my cheeks at once. I hopped up from the bed and starting dancing around. That last one had been harder than the rest, feeling more like he cut me than slapped me.
“No rubbing.” He curled his belt up and placed it on my dresser. I removed my hands from behind me but still hopped from one foot to the next, like that would help at all. It didn’t, but he seemed to enjoy the show. “Take off that shirt of yours.” He’d let me keep my shirt on for the spanking, but nothing else.
I peeled it off me and tossed it in the corner. I wanted to jump on him, but he wouldn’t have it. As always with Rafe, it had to be his way. “Are you always going to do that when you’re upset with me?” I asked, nodding toward the bed I had just been draped over with my bare ass turned upward for him.
He gave a little laugh. “No, sometimes I won’t be mad at you. Sometimes, I’ll just want to see that cute little ass of yours all red and hot for me. Now, put your hands on top your head and spread your legs. I want to see that wet pussy.”
At some point I would get used to the way he talked, but in that moment my face burned as hot as my backside. I complied. My fingers laced together and placed on top of my head he moved to me. My legs were pressed against the bed, and he took up all the space in front of me.
He had removed his shirt just before he pulled his belt free of his jeans. I accused him of that being added torture as it allowed me to see all his muscles and tats but I wasn’t able to touch him yet. He’d laughed and pointed to the bed, completely undeterred by my flirting.
But now that the spanking was over, and my body was all tingly and warm for him, his skin pressed against mine sending new sparks to my core. Thick fingers slid through my slippery folds, rubbing my clit and barely touching my entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He leaned in, his chest pressing against my chest as he whispered into my ear.
His tongue darted out and licked my earlobe and I let out a loud moan. I wanted to touch him, my fingers itched with the need to feel his strength beneath my fingertips. “Please, Rafe. I need to feel you.” I didn’t care if I begged, he would just make my soon anyway.
“Not yet.” He ran his tongue down the side of my neck. My breasts were being cupped in his hands while his thumbs rolled my nipples in circles, driving me even crazier with need. My pussy clenched down with regret that he stopped touching me there. “On the bed.” He gave me a little shove to get me going. Like I needed to be told twice at that point.
Once on the bed, I dropped my hands to my sides. I kept my eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. I couldn’t help but lick my lips when his cock sprung free, bobbing for a minute as he shoved his jeans down.
He climbed on the bed and yanked my thighs apart. The hunger in his eyes matched what was bubbling in my chest. Shoving my legs back he ran the head of his cock along my pussy, gathering my wetness on his head.
“Rafe, a condom.” I managed to get my head on straight for a minute.
“No.” He shook his head. “Not this time.” With one quick thrust he was inside of me, filling me with this thickness and his desire. He kissed me, a deep, long, passionate kiss. One that made my brain fuzzy when he pulled away. “I think I like the idea of putting a baby in your belly,” he said between kisses.
His hands were everywhere, feeling, caressing, pinching. Every sensation he caused was followed by a more intense touch. He began to move inside of me, driving hard into me over and over again. My legs tucked upward, I was able to take the full length of him but not without some discomfort. He made it worth every second of it with his kisses and his touches.
I could feel my orgasm brimming. My body began to tighten as he plowed into me. My bed banged against the wall. “Oh, God! Rafe. I have to come.” I gripped his shoulders, feeling awesome strength beneath my fingers.
He locked my gaze. I could see his lips thinning, he was barely holding onto his own control. “Come for me, Beth. I want to feel your pussy come all over me.” It was all I needed to be tossed over the edge. The body shaking wave of my orgasm ripped me from any coherent thought. I planted my feet on the bed and arched up at him, taking him as deep as I could while I screamed out my release.
Not one to coddle me, Rafe plowed even harder into me, finding his own fulfilment. His groan penetrated my orgasmic fog and I pulled my legs back again and he growled his pleasure at the new sensation.
Our heated breaths mingled as he lay on top of me, catching his breath while I caught mine. He slipped from me and rolled to his side. His large arm wrapped around me and yanked me to side. He kissed me softly. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you, too.” I wiggled my way under his chin and let out a loud sigh. “If you got me pregnant, I’m gonna slap you.”
“If I didn’t get you pregnant, we need to go another round.” He pinched my hip. “I’m serious, Beth. I want a family with you, a brother or sister for Maddie. A wedding. Everything. I want it all.”
“Is that your twisted way of asking me to marry you?” I asked with wide eyes. I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Yeah, I guess so.” His lips curled at the edges.
“Well, fine, then. But can we wait for a baby? Maybe a few months at least?” I kissed his chest.
“Fine, but we get married this month.”
It was my turn to laugh. Leave it to Rafe to simply demand it be done and expect to happen. “What about Maddie?”
“She’s my daughter, too. I’ll ask my brother to get one of his lawyer friends to make it legal.”
“Why didn’t you take care of Brittany the same way you did Gray?” I asked, aware I was completely ruining the moment. “I mean, why get the cops involved? You hate the cops.”
“Some of them are okay. The ones I called are friends of the club.” He dragged a piece of hair from my eyes. “Brittany was your friend before; I didn’t think you’d like her ending up like Gray. She’s fucked up, but she’s not like Gray. I figured you’d want it this way.”
I rested m head back on his chest, listening to his heart beating beneath my ear. “Thank you. I mean, I’ll never forgive her for what she did and I’ll never see her again, but I wouldn’t want her to end up like Gray.” I almost asked what happened to him, but I knew better. “What happens with Stephanie now?”
“Steph? Nothing. Either she’ll stick around the club or she won’t. It’s her call now. But the club will continue to support her.” He pulled the blanket up over me. “Now stop talking and go to sleep. Our little girl is going to be waking up soon, and I’m gonna make her a snack. You are staying in here to nap.” He pressed his lips to my temple and slid from the bed. I didn’t argue. I was exhausted.
“Fine.” I pretended to pout and he swatted me once for my trouble.
“I couldn’t love you more,” he whispered, and kissed me once more before getting dressed and heading out to the living room.
He’d call
ed Maddie our little girl.
Things would never be easy with Rafe. Life would be complicated at times and there would be drama I’d rather not deal with. But we’d face all of it together.
As a family.
THE END
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THE BABY VOW: The Angel’s Keepers MC
I PROMISED THE PRINCESS I’D GIVE HER AN EXTRA SPECIAL GIFT.
But it’ll be nine months until my treat gets delivered.
She came where she shouldn’t have come to do stuff she shouldn’t be doing.
No wonder things went wrong.
She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
But I was born to fight, f**k, and drink.
So when she steps into my bar with adventure on her mind, she better get ready…
Things are about to get messy.
Because there’s no one to protect her here.
Especially not her politician daddy.
I’m gonna take her again and again until I accomplish what I came for:
Putting my baby in her womb.
To hell with what comes next.
Her father can try to hurt me all he wants.
He’ll never have what I have:
His daughter’s V-card in my pocket and my baby in her belly.
I swear one thing to you, my little angel:
You’re going to be sore tomorrow.
THE BABY OATH: Anarchy’s Reign MC
I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL PUT A BABY IN HER BELLY.
She saved me from near death.
In return, I’m going to give her the most special present of all.
That’s a promise.
One night was never going to be enough.
I’m too savage. Too hungry.
And she was a treat to delicious to forget.
But when I saw her again, it wasn’t under the best of circumstances.
For one thing, I was half-dead.
There was more blood on the operating room floor than was left in my veins.
And once she pulls me back from death’s doorstep, I’ve got business to take care of before I can return to claim her body.
Deadly business… as in, burying the man who put his bullet in me.
I make a note to come back for Beth.
But I see her again sooner than I anticipated.
Because my enemy thinks he can hurt me by hurting her and her daughter.
Big f**king mistake.
Touch what’s mine and you’ll pay the price.
Because I made my woman a promise.
By the time this is all over, she’ll be bearing my child.
And I intend to ravage her as many times as it takes until my promise is fulfilled.
THE BABY PACT: The Twisted Saints MC
We made a deal with one small catch: I had to bear his baby.
I wanted an escape.
He wanted a baby.
What other choice did I have?
I live in a wicked, vicious world.
Full of liars and killers.
I’m a prisoner here – and I want out.
But how?
My father would kill me if I ever disobeyed him.
I need a man who could stand up to him.
An ally.
A partner.
A hero.
I thought Hammer would be that man.
But I was so, so wrong.
All along, I was just a pawn in his plan.
He didn’t want to help me.
He wanted to own me.
Not just for one kiss, or one night.
He wanted my body for nine months.
I should’ve never signed this deal with the devil.
HIS BRANDED BRIDE: Steel Devils MC
SHE’S ABOUT TO SCREAM MY NAME, BEAR MY INK… AND WEAR MY RING.
I’m gonna be the last man she ever has.
I knew it from the second I saw her.
I don’t give a damn who she is, why she’s here, where she’s from.
Hell, I don’t even care what her name is.
Because from now on, I’m giving her my name.
She’ll be by my side.
As my wife.
My canvas.
And, eventually… the mother of my children.
But there are some bad men out there who think they can hurt her and me.
Just wait until I set them straight.
I’ll crack skulls, slit throats, spill blood – whatever it takes to protect what’s mine.
Because she’s my branded bride.
And the whole world needs to know:
Keep your filthy hands off of her.
This one belongs to me.
HIS INKED BRIDE: Black Aces MC
SHE’LL BE WEARING MY RING… AND NOTHING ELSE.
She thought she could lie to me.
Big mistake.
I won’t rest until I punish her for her mistakes…
By branding her as my bride.
She wanted to pull the wool over my eyes.
It almost worked, too.
A pretty girl like that can have her way with most men.
But the thing is, I’m not most men.
I’m a different breed.
Hell, I’m a different animal entirely.
Others are soft. I am carved from marble.
Others are weak. I’ve got blood on my hands and fire in my chest.
Others would forgive her…
But I’m going to bend her over, claim her as mine…
And end it all with my ring on her finger.
And she doesn’t get a choice in the matter.
HIS BOUND BRIDE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
My billionaire boss wants to make me his bride.
I was in danger from the minute I stepped into his office.
But there’s no escaping a man like Enzo Lennox.
He’ll either force me to bend across his desk…
Or put a ring on my finger so I belong to him for life.
I should’ve have run away as soon as I had the chance.
But there was something about Enzo that had me frozen in place.
His eyes…
His hands…
The words that came out of his mouth – so shocking and filthy and downright powerful.
I did everything I could to resist him.
But he saw right through that.
He knew what was boiling below my surface:
Need. Desire. Craving.
I was his slave from the second his eyes landed on me.
Everyone warned me away from him.
He’s a player, a scoundrel, they said.
Here one day and gone the next.
A broken heart was inevitable.
I know all that.
And yet, when Enzo puts his hands on my hips,
I can’t help but submit.
But no matter how much I give, he wants more.
The billionaire is not just satisfied with my body.
He wants to own my heart, my mind, my soul.
He wants me as his bound bride.
HIS CAPTIVE BRIDE: Grim Rebels MC
I was his prey. Now, I’m about to be his bride.
I’ve spent years running from my past.
But there’s no running from the bad boy with my name on his list.
He’ll either drag me back into the underworld I escaped…
Or force me to the altar to become his dirty wife.
Life’s not easy when you’re the devil’s daughter.
The things I saw my father do used to haunt my nightmares.
But that was the past. I’m a
new person, now.
I have a good life. A pure life. A happy life.
And it’ll stay that way, as long as I keep away from dear old Daddy.
Too bad he wants me back home.
He sends his best man to come “retrieve” me – by any means necessary.
And if my father is the Devil, then Vance Tate must be the Grim Reaper.
He’s tall, dark, and deadly,
With twisted tattoos that curve around his bulging muscles.
And a weapon behind his zipper that looks capable of inflicting permanent damage.
I know what’s going to happen if I try to run from the hitman.
