Screwed_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Death Angels MC

by Vivian Gray

  “Okay, here we are.” He made another turn and parked the ambulance in a small clearing and turned off the ignition.

  For a long moment, we sat in silence, the loud chirping of the crickets outside slowly invading the space between us.

  “And where is here?” I asked, more annoyed than ever.

  “We’ll spend the night here, then figure everything out in the morning,” he replied, working his way out of his chair and climbing to the back of the rig.

  I followed him with irritation and a desperate need to get away from him. He was too dangerous. Too appealing.

  “No.” I climbed into the back where he’d already started to sit on the stabilized gurney.

  A dark eyebrow raised. “No?”

  “Yeah. No. I’m not staying here with you. I’m not staying another minute with you.” I looked around and found the cabinet I hoped had what I needed. I would only get one chance. Yanking the secured door open, I dug around and found the sedative.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, standing up from the gurney.

  “Just getting you something to help with the pain.” It wasn’t a complete lie. Once he was out, he would feel much better. So, would I.

  I started to draw up the clear liquid into the syringe, but he reached around me and snagged it. I turned to get it back, but he’d already read the label. His eyes darkened when they turned back to me, his fingers whitening as he gripped the bottle. I still had the syringe in my hand.

  “Don’t even—”

  I didn’t think. I lunged, aiming for his neck. I had no choice. I had to get away from him.

  He easily dodged my attempt and grabbed my wrist. Wrenching it behind my back, he threw me face down over the edge of the gurney. I heard the bottle hit the back door and assumed he threw it. I wiggled, trying to push up with one hand, but I was no match for him. Pressing his body over mine, he squeezed the air out of my lungs.

  “You really shouldn’t have done that.” His hand yanked at my scrub bottoms. Gripping the elastic band, he pulled them down to my knees. I doubled my efforts to free myself of him.

  “I’m sorry. Just let me go!” I cried out, angry and scared. So scared.

  “You were a bad girl, Shannon,” he said.

  I froze. The hard edge I would expect from an angry man wasn’t there. His voice was low and soft. He sounded almost… disappointed.

  “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “Please. I’ll – just, let me up.”

  He kissed my cheek, nuzzling his nose behind my ear. The stubble of his light beard scratched against my skin.

  “Do you know what happens to bad girls? What I do to a naughty girl?” he asked, but it didn’t sound like he wanted an answer. And I wasn’t really looking for one either. The sultry tone and his hard cock pressed against my now bare ass gave me an idea of what he did.

  “You fuck them?” I replied with some hope. I didn’t think he would rape me. Hell, even with my fear pounding in my ears, I already felt my pussy getting slick for him.

  He chuckled in my ear, the warmth of his breath hitting my face. “Fucking is a reward, sweetheart. And you were a bad girl.” His hand snaked between my legs and dragged upward until he found my pussy. He laughed again. “But it seems like you enjoy being bad.”

  “No. I don’t. Noah, I just want to go home.” I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out when his fingers slid into my entrance.

  “And you will. But you need to be punished.” His fingers left me, leaving a void behind. He pushed off of me. “Stay there,” he ordered with a harsh tone. Still no uncontrolled anger, just a sternness that sent my insides aflame.

  I heard his belt jangle. What was he doing? He just said he wasn’t going to fuck me. The belt whished through the loops of his jeans.

  “Have you ever been spanked before, Shannon?” he asked.

  My mouth went dry. When I turned my head to look at him, he had the belt folded over in his hand. Standing with his legs spread, his hard chest showing through the opening of his leather vest, and the disciplined look on his face, he should have terrified me. But he didn’t. If anything, I wanted his touch even more.

  What the fuck was wrong with me? Two hours with this man and every bit of my character was changing.

  “Noah,” I said instead of answering.

  “You’ll call me sir while I’m punishing you.” He pointed the belt at me. “Answer my question.”

  I swallowed hard, trying to get my heart to slow the hell down so I could think. “No, sir,” I whispered.

  “Then this is really going to suck for you.” He’d said it with a smile, like he was going to enjoy it even more because of how bad it would be for me. “Hope you learn your lesson this time and I don’t have to repeat it in the morning.”

  I closed my eyes and turned away. I didn’t want to see his smug look anymore. I wanted to push off the gurney and try to run for the door. Maybe I would get out of the rig and away from him, but with my pants around my ankles, he’d catch me in a few strides.

  “I don’t want this,” I whispered, only half telling the truth.

  “I didn’t want to be attacked, but I was. You were naughty.”

  His hand was pressed flat against the small of my back, just before the first lick of the belt struck. I kicked out my leg and screamed with the fire burning brightly across both cheeks.

  “No,” I yelled and tried to buck up. But all he had to do was put more pressure on me, and I was immobilized.

  His only response was to bring the belt down again. And again. I wiggled and cried. I flung my hands back, trying to protect my ass, but he gathered them both in his big paw and completely restrained me for my punishment. The fire burned, crisscrossing over my cheeks as he relentlessly punished me. I kicked my legs, but it was useless.

  “Such a naughty girl,” I heard him say between licks. “That’s it. Take your spanking,” he added when I stopped struggling.

  Tears burned my eyes and fell down my cheeks while he continued to spank me with his belt. Once I stopped fighting him, the lashes came slower, softer.

  “I’m sorry I tried to hurt you, sir,” I whimpered when he pulled the belt back again.

  He held still.

  “I just wanted to go home, and you – I was scared.” I pressed my forehead into the foam mattress and took a shuddering breath.

  He released my hands, but I didn’t move them. I’d finish taking what he was going to give me. He hadn’t tried to hurt me, not once since the moment he opened his eyes in that hospital bed, but I hadn’t shown him the same kindness. He had made no threat of hurting me either unless I was bad. And trying to drug a man made me a bad girl.

  His bad girl.

  I shifted my feet until they were flat on the floor and lifted my ass, willing to take what he would give me next and knowing, somehow, that he wouldn’t go too far.

  “Fuck,” I heard him say on an exhale. “There’s my good girl.”

  He wouldn’t be too merciful though. He brought the belt down three more times, and I took each lash with a grunt and shed a new tear.

  “You’ll be good now? No more tantrums, no more telling me no, and no more trying to hurt me?” He’d emphasized each question with another smack but used his hand instead of the belt. It still hurt – the force of his hand – but the connection to him was greater. He was touching me.

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  My ass burned like I’d just sat on a hot iron. It throbbed like it had a heart of its own. I wanted to see the damage, see how bad it looked, but I wouldn’t move until he said it was okay.

  His zipper lowered. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw him pull out his long, thick cock and fist it.

  “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. And prop that ass up. Fuck you look so hot with my belt marks all over your fucking ass.”

  He slapped my ass again, but hard enough to really hurt. I wiggled my feet apart as far as I could with my pants still restraining me. He leaned over my back and ran his tongu
e up my cheek, licking away the tears.

  “Delicious,” he said and kissed me. A warm, sensual kiss that worked its way down my body, right to my clit.

  I needed him. More than when we were at the hospital. More than I’d ever needed anyone before. I arched my back, pressing my ass against his hardness and he chuckled.

  “Okay, okay, sweetheart. You were a good girl taking your punishment, now you’ll get your reward. Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me,” he ordered.

  Could I really do that? Open myself like that to him?

  “You don’t want to go back to disobeying, do you?” he warned, with a hand pressed against my ass.

  “No, sir,” I whispered and reached back, pulling my heated cheeks apart.

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispered and thrust into my passage.

  I moaned with the invasion, welcoming the stretch and the burn of his cock. The need almost met, I pushed back against him. Matching his movements, stroke for stroke. He gripped my hip with one hand and snaked the other around my waist and found my clit. Just a light touch was enough to send me into a frenzy, but when he pinched down and sent the entire electric current through my body, I didn’t stand a chance.

  “I need to come! Please! May I come? Please, Noah. Sir, please!” I was babbling, begging and pleading for the release.

  He kissed the back of my neck. “Good girl. You can come.”

  With his permission, his fingers tightening on my clit, and his cock thrusting harder and harder into me, the nerve fibers in my body exploded. I bucked back against him, wanting every thick inch of him, wanting it to burn and hurt and hurl me through my orgasm.

  “Good girl, good girl,” he chanted, releasing my clit and grabbing my hair.

  He pulled my head back, still holding my hip and rode me until his own release took him over. One hard push and he grunted in an animalistic way. Hot cum filled me again. Each throb of his cock sent a shiver through me. I’d never been so connected to another person before.

  He slowly let go of my hair and took a small step back, falling out of my pussy. He reached around me and grabbed something from one of the cabinets over my head. I stayed that way, bent over and half-naked, while he wiped me clean with a cloth he’d found.

  “We’re going to spend the night here, Shannon.”

  He helped me to stand back up and pulled my pants back up for me. The fabric scratched against my sore bottom and I reached back to rub away the sting, but he caught my hands.

  “Spanked bottoms don’t get rubbed. Now be a good girl and lay down. Let’s get some sleep.” He grabbed my face and kissed me. The most tender kiss he’d given me yet. “You need rest because I’m going to want to fuck you again real soon, sweetheart.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  Chapter Four

  Noah

  Shannon winced in her seat as the truck I’d traded the ambulance in for bounced down the road. I left the ambulance back in the woods. A friend lived not too far from where I’d stashed us for the night, and he owed me a favor.

  “Ass is gonna hurt for a day or so. I’m not lenient with bad girls,” I said when she turned to sit mostly on her hip.

  She flashed me an annoyed look but kept her smart mouth closed. Some girls didn’t learn as quickly and would have shot off their mouth. It wouldn’t have been too much of a hassle to pull over and reteach the lesson. But Shannon was a quick study. She kept quiet.

  “My house is just down that road,” she said, pointing at an intersection coming up. “If you drop me here, I’ll walk.”

  No way. I didn’t bother answering. I just flipped on the turn signal and made the move. Within moments, we were pulling up the driveway of her house.

  “The cops are going to have a lot of questions for you.” I started the conversation I’m sure she’d been dreading. Hell, I wasn’t all that thrilled about dropping her at her door unprotected. But she was an innocent. We’d had fun, and I’d fucking loved seeing her slip into a submissive state, but we lived in different worlds. And hers didn’t survive well in mine.

  “I don’t know anything other than your first name,” she responded with another wince.

  “True. I’ll let you figure out what you want to do.”

  Her eyes widened. “What if—”

  I reached over and cupped her face, running my thumb over her lips. “You’ll say the right things.” I knew she would; she wouldn’t sell me out. She had that look on her, like I’d won her loyalty. Maybe it was the fucking, but I think it was the spanking. I think I tapped into something she’d been hiding from for a long time. I was a little pissed I wouldn’t get to play more with that side of her before cutting her lose.

  Shannon stared at me for a long minute, as if she wasn’t sure if she should say what she was thinking or not.

  I decided for her. “If you have a shift today, call in sick. You need to just take it easy today.”

  “I can’t just—”

  I shut her up by kissing her into obedience. “I think you were trying to say, ‘Yes, sir.’” I winked.

  Her pink tongue darted out again, licking my taste from her lips. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.” Fuck, I loved those two words. But seeing her face soften when I said them, turned my cock hard. “Go on.” I kissed her again and sat back in my seat.

  She touched her lips with her fingers then nodded. A new resolve seemed to wash over her, and she hopped out of the truck. I watched her in her little pink scrubs punch in the code for the garage and wait for it to open. She ducked in before the door finished opening and disappeared.

  Before I could see if she actually got into the house, the door closed again. I sank back in my seat, staring at the closed door.

  I didn’t like this. Leaving her like this. She was too innocent, too sweet. But I had to get back to the clubhouse.

  Pulling out of her drive, I looked back at the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Nothing.

  Smart girl. So why the fuck did my stomach twist when I realized I would probably never see her again?

  I stopped at the store to grab a new phone on the way to the clubhouse. Not having a cell was like missing my left foot, but I didn’t waste time at the hospital trying to find mine.

  Joker was in his office at the clubhouse when I got in. He jumped from his chair and greeted me when I walked in.

  “Thank fuck. I heard you were banged up.” He shook my hand.

  “A bit,” I said, ignoring the pain in my side. Those damn ribs. I’d gotten worse while deployed, seen a hell of a lot worse too.

  “What the fuck happened?” Joker asked, retaking his seat.

  I plopped down in another after grabbing a drink from his bar. The whiskey burned so good.

  “I got ran off the road.”

  I shrugged and played it casual, but nothing about that accident had been casual. I knew my bike better than I knew my dick. I didn’t just get run off the road, something else happened. That bike didn’t obey me when I tried to keep it steady. Someone fucked with it. I was sure of it. But until I got it back, I couldn’t confirm my suspicion. And until I could make a confirmation, I wasn’t throwing around accusations.

  “You? You got ran off the road?” Joker gave me a blank look.

  “It was dark, and the road was slippery. Some fucker came out of nowhere, running right at me on a bike. It was like a fucked-up game of chicken, but when I turned to miss him, my handles didn’t turn in time. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital.” I took a long pull of the whiskey. “Alone,” I added. No one from the club had come to get me.

  “I wasn’t sure how much powder you had on you,” he said like that defended keeping my club brothers from me.

  “I had five kilos in my saddle bag. Far as I know, it wasn’t there when the cops scraped me off the road.”

  I kept my gaze steady on him. Watching for any reaction. If he sent someone to get the powder but left me laying in the hospital, it wouldn’t look good to
the other members. We had a brotherhood, a family unity, and to leave one of us behind like he did – there better be a real fucking good reason.

  “Thing the guy who ran you off snagged it?” Joker was still stone-faced.

  “Could be,” I said, downing the rest of my drink.

  “Well, it was a small run.” He sat back in his chair, acting like he was doing me a favor. He was forgiving me for losing the fucking drugs?