by Lauren Hunt
Fuck Pain. I didn't need him.
I went to the only friend left, Heather. She acted like I had been dead and resurrected. I told her the long story about being kidnapped and all about Pain. She let me stay in her dorm room which her roommate didn't like too much. But I had no where else to go. I couldn't stomach the thought of going back to my parents. They pretty much exiled me after I went to live with Byron.
But what was I supposed to do?
I tried going to class, keep my mind of Pain and the Black Widows. School just didn't interest me much anymore. Heather tried to take me out to a club but I just ended up going back to the dorms early.
Weeks passed by and I thought I was going to go crazy. Sleeping on the floor of Heather's dorm room made me feel like I was homeless. In fact, I was homeless. Barely had any money to my name, and not even a bed to sleep on. My life had hit rock bottom. There was only one place where I belonged now.
Heather thought I was insane for getting a tattoo. “It's not like you, Emily,” she said.
“You don't know me anymore, Heather,” I replied. I didn't like burning the last good friendship I had but it was the truth. I was a different person now.
Heather held my hand as the man with giant plugs in his ears inked my back. The pain was nothing compared to what I had been through the past couple months.
I found myself back at the Devil's Hellions clubhouse. There were a few new faces but the place was still pretty empty. Tater smiled when he saw me approach the bar.
“Didn't think I'd see you around here anymore. What can I get you?”
“A quick shot of whiskey and Pain if he's around.”
Tater poured a shot and yelled across the room. Tank had his head buried in the tits of some Asian whore. “Hey Tank, you've seen the Prez around?”
Tank came up for just enough air to reply. “In the meeting room.” His tongue flicked out and the slut on his lap giggled.
I grabbed the shot and let it slowly drain down the back of my throat. I hadn't seen Pain for more than a month and I had no idea how I'd react. I had to subdue the urge to jump his cock. We weren't like that anymore.
I said my goodbyes to Tater and opened the door to the meeting room. The wood table had a nice carving of a spider and new framed photos had been nailed to the walls of fallen members. Pain sat at the head of the table, his face covered in shadows. He looked like a mob boss right out of the Godfather films.
Pain stood up, his palms face down on the table. “I didn't think I'd see you back here, Emily. My mind hasn't changed.”
His voice was just as deep and sexy as I remembered. My legs shivered as I murmured, “I know...I know. I didn't come back here for you.”
Pain swaggered around the table and came into the light. His chiseled chin looked good enough to eat and his dark eyes stared back at me. The tension between us was palpable. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. But it wasn't meant to be.
“Now that I'm back to my normal life, I realized I don't want it anymore. I dreamed of it day and night while I was locked away down in your basement but so many things have changed. I want to be apart of something. Become somebody important. The Devil's Hellions MC can give me that.” Pain put up his hand to get me to stop but I wouldn't let him. “I know that a woman can't be a member...but I can help around here. Do anything you ask of me.”
Pain sighed. “I don't know if this life is for you, Emily. I don't want to see you hurt. I couldn't bear it.”
Pain still cared for me and that was nice but I wouldn't let anyone try to shield me anymore. I got enough of that from Byron. I was my own woman now. “I've been here during the worst times of this motorcycle club. And I want to be here to rebuild.” I turned around and lifted the back of my blue blouse. The tattoo was still fresh and stung with pain. Pain's fingers grazed my inked skin and I flinched.
“Property of Devil's Hellions MC,” Pain said, reading aloud my tattoo.
I faced Pain again to see him smiling. “I'm serious about this.”
Pain hugged me and whispered in my ear. “I see that now. Go behind the bar and help Tater out.” His musky scent was overwhelming and I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I had to resist. Someday maybe we could be together. But for Pain, the MC would always be a priority.
Epilogue
Pain
Present Day
Emily stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have her around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I slept with plenty of sluts and whores after my time with Emily. None of them could compare. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.
It wasn't too late for Dagger and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.
I found myself on the doorstep of Emily's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex she lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner. In all the years I knew Emily, I had never visited her home. Now I knew why she never wanted me over. I could have changed all this. I could have provided her with everything she needed. Instead, I kept her at arm's length, never giving her the love she deserved. And Emily deserved it all.
I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if she wasn't home? I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw her car parked outside. She could be in trouble. I need to help her.
The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Emily stood there with her long dark hair damp, and a tiny towel wrapped around her wet naked body. “Pain...what are you doing here?”
“I'm no longer the President of the Devil's Hellions MC.”
Emily looked confused, her head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”
Seeing Emily wearing next to nothing was getting my blood flowing. I had to take what was mine. I pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Emily stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Emily.”
Emily closed her eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”
I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Emily, her wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But she was still as beautiful as the first day I met her. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”
Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. Her lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near her.
My fingers unwrapped her towel and it dropped to the floor. Emily moaned softly as my hands met her tits again. They were even bigger than I remembered and felt so god damn nice. I could get lost in her cleavage forever.
I felt down the sides of her waist and around her back. Emily shivered to my touch. I grabbed her ass and forced her against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.
“I can't wait another second, Pain. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”
I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Emily felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs. I turned Emily around until she faced away. I bent her over the back of her dirty couch, her ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between her cheeks. I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over her hot ass. But I needed to feel her again.
I sunk my pulsing cock into her sweet wet pussy, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Emily up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.
I took her from behind, my hips smack
ing against Emily's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Devil's Hellions MC. “You better get that tattoo changed...you're Pain's Property now,” I murmured
Emily screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as she came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling her with my warm cum. We became one and I knew she was all mine. Emily was Pain's Property now.
The End
Royal Love
Copyright 2016 Lauren Hunt
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Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.
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Description
I never knew he was the crown prince.
He was just another arrogant, cocky b*stard at the pub trying to get into my pants.
And I let him...
When I found out the truth I didn't know what to believe.
I wasn't cut out to be a princess.
But now I'm carrying his heir and I'll do whatever it takes to make this fairy tale come true.
Chapter One
Pearl
I slowly creaked open the door to European History 301. Mr. Capshaw's back was to the class, writing with marker on the white board. Classmates diligently took notes while Capshaw spoke about some war from long ago. It was becoming a habit of mine to be fifteen minutes late—I still couldn't figure out the train schedule.
I'd only moved to England a few weeks ago with a study-abroad program. Paris was on the top of my list but I didn't know a lick of French. England was the next best choice.
I hunched over and went down the row of desks, scanning for any empty spots. Students watched me as I sneaked by, some giggling and others scoffing.
Why did the whole world only pay attention to me when I was late?
A vacant seat sat all the way at the end of an aisle. Everyone shifted their feet to make way for me as I shuffled through. I passed by Tom and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
I was sitting so close to him! He threw a smile at me and I almost melted. His tight graphic t-shirt showed off all his muscles. Why couldn't I get a guy like him?
I gently laid my backpack down and took my seat. Mr. Capshaw's back was still turned away— the teacher didn't notice me.
“Nice of you to join us, Ms. Ward,” he announced, turning around to face me.
Busted.
I flushed scarlet and sunk into my chair. The students around me laughed. Tom smirked at me. This had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life.
“Like I was saying before Ms. Ward interrupted us, it's time for your final paper.” Mr. Capshaw wrote Final Paper on the white board with a sad face next to it.
A collective groan echoed throughout the room.
Mr. Capshaw put up his hands in defense. “I know, I know. Most of you have been dreading this since the beginning of the year, but I assure you, it's not as bad as people have told you.”
My palms were sweating and I shifted in my seat. I'd heard that Capshaw graded these papers with an iron fist. Since it accounted for fifty percent of your grade, some students failed the class because of it.
“Let me explain what it's all about and then you guys can judge it. I think a lot of you will actually enjoy the process.” A kid on the other end of the room raised his hand. Capshaw dismissed him. “No questions yet. Let me finish.”
The kid put his hand back down. I pulled out my notebook and flipped to an empty page.
“Each and every one of you will be writing a twenty page paper on English royalty,” the professor said in his booming voice. The students looked at one another in confusion. “Pick one royal figure in history and focus on him/her. I need primary sources. I don't want some copy of a wikipedia article. So go to the library and gather as much as you can. I expect a bibliography at the end of the paper.”
“This is what history is all about. We could read endless books about what others have researched before, but until you do it for yourself, you can never really appreciate it. Now I'll take questions.”
A girl in the back raised her hand. The professor pointed at her. “Yes, Ms. Harper?”
“Does the person have to be a king or queen?”
“I'm glad you asked.” Mr. Capshaw walked over to his desk and pulled out a massive tome. “This is the names of all the lords and ladies. You can pick the lowest of the lowest or Queen Elizabeth herself. But I recommend you choose somebody you haven't heard of before. I'd rather not get fifty papers on Prince Harry.”
The girls all swooned.
A student in the front row raised his hand. “Have you ever met any royalty, Mr. Capshaw?”
The teacher looked offended but then smiled. “Of course not. You think the Queen comes by to hear my boring lectures? Anymore questions?”
The professor looked over the crowd of students. “Then I guess were done for the day. I'll be available for questions for the next couple of hours in my office. We'll skip next week's class and come back in two weeks when your paper is due. If you need any help during that time, feel free to email me.”
Everyone began gathering their things and leaving while I stayed at the front of the class. I approached the teacher as he crammed papers into his briefcase.
“Mr. Capshaw, I don't quite understand the assignment. Is this a profile or a summary of their life?”
The teacher grinned. “Ms. Ward, you can do whatever you want. You can make the focus as narrow or broad as you desire. My opinion is to pick something very specific like a romance or big event in their life.”
“What if I can't find what I need at the university library?”
“There are plenty of public libraries that can be of service. If you still can't find anything, come to me and we'll find you someone else.”
I smiled. “Thank you Mr. Capshaw. I'll do my best.”
Chapter Two
Alexander
My silver 64' Aston Martin DB5 rumbled as I weaved in and out of traffic. With the top down, nothing was better. On the road was where I belonged—a place where I could relax and truly be myself. Not stuck in a stuffy castle. The scenery zipped by me as I rode at a peaceful fifty-five km per hour. The sun peeked through the clouds and the air was crisp—a perfect day for driving.
Two checkered yellow and blue police cars sat off in the dirt on the side of the road—a speed trap. Three cops sat against their hoods drinking tea. One of them had a radar gun pointed right at my car. I quickly checked my speedometer and breathed a sigh of relief—I was two under the speed limit. I passed the officers and waved. One of them put his sunglasses on and jumped into his car, blasting the annoying siren.
Here we go...
Bullshit like this always happened in the countryside. The cops were corrupt as fuck. I had grown accustomed to getting flat on my stomach with my hands behind my back. But they would never arrest a prince...
I shifted the the stick-shift and my DB5 roared as it accelerated. The wind blasted through my shoulder-length hair and a grin stretched across my face. The police cruiser wasn't far behind.
I lived for this.
I sped up, taking turns hard and fast. My car swerved in and out of traffic, almost tapping cars as I passed by. The cop was having trouble following me. The two-lane highway didn't leave much room for passing. I looked behind me and raised my middle finger in the air. I gained some distance and pulled off to the side of the road behind some large bushes.
My heart was pumping hard as the police cruiser flashed by, his sirens still blasting. I waited in the bushes for another minute as the other cop car came speeding by. The police around here were pretty fucking stupid.
They weren't going to catch me today.
I pulled out of the bushes and began driving in the opposite direction. The heat would be on for the next couple of hours until the cops gave up their pursuit. I was on my way to pick up my brothers a
nd I was going to be late.
John was going to give me a lot of shit for this.
Chapter Three
Pearl
