Rotten Apple (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 1)
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“No! Please, FOCUS! I’m beggin’ you! I won’t do it again, I swear on my mother! I’ll clean my shit up.” I twisted a chunk of hair in my hand and yanked her off the floor. “Gimme another chance! Don’t make me go there! You can’t!”
When I took the first ring off, she started to howl. By the time I was at the third, she was damn near hysterical. The skank should be grateful. I could’ve left them right where they were and it woulda been stainless steel against her flesh.
“You know I can’t handle . . .” I didn’t let her finish before drawin’ back a fist and clockin’ that bitch in the face. Blood splattered from that broken, polluted nose and her top lip was cracked. More than any of ‘em, Vicious deserved it. Bitch gets too full of herself and outlives her usefulness, anything’s bound to happen.
“You disrespected me . . . the patch . . . and now ya wanna go and disrespect your poor mama! We’ve done this before, you skank! This time you’re goin’ to Goldfield. That’s the end of it. The call is bein’ made right the fuck now.”
Vicious was cryin’ and I grabbed hold of her face and spit. “I don’t give extra chances! You know my fuckin’ rules and you deliberately tried to fuck up my property! I don’t play and your stupid ass knows it. Ya might as well have gone into my wallet and stolen money!”
Nixx meant more to the chapter than Vicious ever had. On top of that, she’s mine. I won’t fuck her up. I’d be goddamned if some bitch dancin’ on glass and doin’ meth was gonna do it.
“I’d cut your damn fingers off if it wouldn’t make it so hard for you to give a decent handjob! It ain’t for your sake, I guarantee ya that. I actually know somethin’ about respect and there is no way I’d do that to Grim and Azreal. You’ll go in like this and if you ever make it outta Goldfield, it’ll be in pieces. Some trick is gonna fuck your shit up. Fact. You’re dead already . . . they’ll just help ya realize it!”
It was time to go get Nixx. I was almost willin’ to bet she’d be the best Goldie Licks we’d ever had. There was that sadistic bastard in me that wanted her to hate it. That fucker usually won, but Nixx was different and I didn’t know how I’d feel.
She doesn’t want it now.
She hates me.
FREE FOR ALL
It seemed like I’d been in that fuckin’ hallway forever. Some prospect brought me a few drinks and ice for the pain and swellin’. The whole thing was a crock of shit. I heard Bish’s voice and FOCUS’ yellin’ in my head the entire time I was in there.
A hole. Nothing more.
Give into it.
You can’t just go.
It doesn’t work that way.
Crucifix had turned on me. Rattler lived up to expectations. FOCUS still had me stunned. I thought he was fallin’ for me like I was for him.
Why do I still even wanna be near him?
I own you.
Born to be whores.
There was a loud thump on the door and FOCUS pushed his way through. I prayed he’d calmed down. I hoped I had too.
“Girl, I think I gotcha figured out . . . and maybe I’m all wet and missin’ the bigger picture, but you seem to need to be put in your place, not just a little bit either . . . you need it hard. It’s that same piece deep down I told ya about. Your pussy gets all wet thinkin’ about bein’ my property. Even more since you hate my fuckin’ ass!”
Maybe he’s right.
Why wouldn’t I just be a freak with an extra side of freak?
Let’s see.
I lunged and he caught me fast and twisted my arms around in front of me. My feet were off the ground and I tried to struggle, but it was impossible in FOCUS’ big arms. I jerked my head back and made contact with his, but not hard enough. He tightened his grip and spun me back toward him and pushed me to the cement wall.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, girl? Testin’ yourself?” He pulled an arm back and my eyes snapped shut. “Or are ya testin’ me? I can tell ya, that one would be ill advised! I’m not in the greatest of moods tonight.”
My eyes were still closed. I imagined opening them just in time to see his hard knuckles comin’ at my face. My breathing had all but stopped and when I felt his hand, I gasped.
“Okay, let’s check it out. Let’s see just how fucked up you really are. Was that ex of yours right?”
He’d unzipped my pants and was workin’ on pullin’ them down. I felt the rough fingers rubbin’ in between my lips and bein’ sunk deep. I cringed.
One freak with a side of freak sauce comin’ up.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” The fingers were taken out and bein’ shoved hard into my mouth. “Ya taste that? Girl, that is the flavor of how fucked up you are. Open those eyes! I wanna see that first moment . . . the one when you realize what you are!”
It was like my eyes wouldn’t open. I didn’t wanna see his face or let him see my embarrassment.
He yells. I get wet.
FOCUS is nothin’ but a dangerous threat.
I know it and my pussy still responda.
Finally, my eyelids started to part and those green eyes were starin’ right at me. His fingers dipped back into my hole, thrust a couple times, and were raised between us.
“Lookit there, girl, you know you’re a hole.” He touched the wet fingers to his lips and then sucked them in. “And I’ll be Goddamned if you don’t like it!”
I couldn’t understand and didn’t want to. FOCUS took away the chance to think about it when he picked me up and walked to the door. “You got a real audition now, baby. Let’s break your little ho-hole in proper. I betcha you’ll love this!”
He banged on the door and Crucifix opened it. I was pissed as fuck at him. Turncoat, traitor, Royal fuckin’ Bastard! The bar had been quiet. I knew it was long after 4 AM, but the line of bikes out front was unusual. FOCUS’ was there of course, Rattler’s, Crucifix’s too. There were four more that I couldn’t place.
Audition?
Break my ho-hole.
Fuck you right on stage and make it official
Those words were all gettin’ ready to bite me hard. Physically, I couldn’t run and even if I could, they weren’t about to let me. My world had gone from the diner and my aunt’s to the Mounds and the Royal Bastards’ clubhouse. Nowhere to go anyway. Then there was the whole thing—ho thing—somethin’ beatin’ between my legs wasn’t gonna let me go either.
I’m screwed!
When FOCUS walked me into the club, music was playin’ even though Doc was never there after he got tipped out. The house lights hadn’t been turned up either and the owners of all the bikes were either sittin’ at the stage rail or walkin’ around the bar grabbin’ drinks.
“No! No, FOCUS!” I was shakin’ my head as he walked me over to sit on the stage entrance. “You can’t even think about makin’ me dance . . . Ankle, swollen, ice . . . any of that ringin’ a bell?”
He didn’t say a word and just finished takin’ off my jeans. One of the brothers, called Framed, handed FOCUS a couple drinks for me. There was no command to drink it. No jokin’. Nothin’. I just sat on the edge of the stage, drinkin’ the shots and scannin’ the room. Besides FOCUS and Framed, Rattler, Crucifix, and that Bish guy were there. Two others were headed over from the bar, I think one was named Tombstone and the other was KP or Knuckle-Pan.
Outnumbered.
Seven guys.
One Nixx.
FOCUS jumped over the rail onto the stage and walked over to his brothers. Like a DJ would do when announcin’ dancers, FOCUS started to ramble like Doc.
“Y’all . . . lemme tell ya, we got quite a surprise from a brand new dancer tonight. This delicious nympho, Miss Nixx Barrett, lived up to her name and bared it all over this damn stage! I’m tellin’ ya, the girl is hot as fuck!”
I saw a few flickers of light and the TV sets around the bar turned on. When I saw what was playin’, I almost died.
“Check this out y’all! If you don’t believe how fiery this little bitch is, see for yourself.”
The meth.
“I’ll tell ya what, y’all. Watchin’ on video is good, but you can watch it right here up close.”
FOCUS crooked a finger and I rolled around on my ass and got to my knees to crawl. When I was at his feet, he ruffled my hair like a fuckin’ puppy and smiled.
“I’ll do ya one better, brothers. Ya see, me and Nixx have this test goin’ on . . . tryin’ to figure out if she’s a natural born ho or if we really gotta nurture that shit in her. Personally, I think she is bona fide, natural born . . . Since y’all are my brothers, and I love ya . . . I’m gonna let ya know right fuckin’ now, feelin’ her is way better than seein’ it on that damned screen.”
What he was sayin’ started to sink in and I was terrified. As soon as the terror registered, so did the throbbin’ between my legs that said I was gettin’ wetter by the second.
Freak with a side of freak.
Crucifix walked up to the stage and handed a small table over to FOCUS who put it in front of the pole closest to us.
Holy shit! This is happenin’.
“Y’all know I’d prefer to have her up against the pole all doggy-style, but she had to go and try to run out on our hospitality. Guess when ya get handed lemons, ya make lemon drops or somethin’. Make the best outta a bad situation is the moral to this little story.”
I was afraid to open my mouth. I had a knack of makin’ matters worse when I let go of my tongue and there was no way to imagine what was worse.
Gettin’ off on it kinda is.
“Rattler, bro, would you do the honors for me?” FOCUS was lookin’ off toward the DJ booth and I knew why as soon as “Darling Nikki” started to play. “Now, Nixx . . . we all shoulda had a chance to audition you, but ya took that whole thing and tossed it out the window when you snuck up here. I know, you musta been feelin’ slutty, it’s forgivable . . . but you can have a do-over. Show us whatcha got!”
With no g-string, shoes, or anything I started to crawl around like I’d done earlier. That feelin’ I got was bound to come back and I was already wet. The moves the girls did would be different totally naked. When I spread my legs and held ‘em back, they’d see everything I have.
I want them to see.
Born a whore.
One of FOCUS’ drinks was sittin’ on the little bar and I reached over to grab it. I needed more to deal with what was happenin’. Handlin’ them all watchin’ was one thing, but the way I was feelin’ was the real obstacle to drink through. I shoulda felt disgustin’, but I was turned up all the way. My ass was cranked back and stickin’ up high when I bent to get the drink. Then, I felt hands spreadin’ my pussy and looked to see FOCUS crouched next to me on stage. One of his rough mitts pressed down on the small of my back and my knees spread apart and I slid to the floor on my stomach.
“Ain’t she a sexy little slut?” He tugged at my hair, pulled me to my knees in front of him, and tapped his belt buckle. “Watch this, y’all.”
They were startin’ to disappear as I undid the belt and worked to get that hard dick out of his pants. I didn’t hear or see anything except the music and FOCUS. I’m a junkie for that man and it was like I’d just shot up or somethin’—the oblivion of anesthesia. The cock was in my mouth and I was suckin’ just like I’d done with his fingers. My emotions had been all over the place since I came to work. I was prayin’ for some kinda relief that’d leave me spent on the floor.
I craved and worshipped his cock and kept going even when I felt someone else’s hands on me. The guy leaned up to my ear as he slid into my pussy. He’s pierced. “I told you. A hole. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
That made me pulse and rock back against him. He fucked differently than FOCUS. There was nothin’ gentle about him either. He was hard. Deep. Quick. I felt like I was bein’ used just like the hole he talked about, like a piece of meat. There was nothin’ in his thrusts that was about my enjoyment, I was a jerk-off toy. A hole.
Fuck yes!
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse-pulse-pulse.
“Bish, can you believe this little ho-hole ran out on us? Tell me she ain’t a natural.” FOCUS punched his cock deep into my throat and I gagged. Spit was suddenly everywhere and drippin’ down my chin. “Irish eyes were smilin’ down on me the night I met her!”
It was luck alright. I just hadn’t figured out if it was good, bad, dumb, or just plain rotten. He seemed to be dredgin’ up all the shit that was hidden in me. Fantasies I’d had for years but was too ashamed to admit were unfoldin’ in front of my closed eyes.
How perfect. I’m tryin’ to even hide the reality of it all from myself.
Half-closed eyes.
Snapped shut eyes.
Scared to death of seein’ exactly who I am.
FOCUS sees it clear as day.
I’d gotten completely lost in what was happenin’, but FOCUS and Bish were pickin’ me up and carryin’ me to the table. My hands and the good foot were bound to the pole with a belt. FOCUS stood to the side holdin’ the other and rockin’ me back so my pussy was even more on display.
“Nixx, girl, I see your lights are kinda dim right now, but if you can hear me, we’re gonna play a game.”
His voice was there somewhere, but between the shots, The Bishop, and the intensity of the night, I was hazy.
“We like to call it Goldie Licks . . . like that ol’ girl from the stories. You ain’t gonna be gettin’ any bears though. Your tale is gonna read like Goldie Licks and the Seven Dicks. This one’s too thick, this one’s too long, oww, this one just ripped me, but this one . . . is . . . just . . . wrong.”
His fingers tugged at me and he grabbed my ass. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. Even when Rattler walked up and started squeezin’ my tits, it was all good. His cock rubbed on the outside of my pussy and teased at the hole.
“Fuck, FOCUS, you weren’t lyin’ when you said this little bitch would love it.” Rattler slammed into me and my head was pushed back into the pole. “I can’t believe you wanted to get this one Licked. Was beginnin’ to think you were gettin’ it bad for her or somethin’!”
Rattler’s dick felt huge, but after The Bishop’s shotgun brutality, it might’ve just felt that way. He was poundin’ hard when I felt another dick bein’ wrapped with my fingers. It was deliciously dirty and I jerked that thing for all I was worth. Then, a piece of material was coverin’ my eyes and I couldn’t see what was goin’ on. Another cock, I don’t think it was Rattler’s, shoved in hard and I screamed as it slammed to the bottom. Fuck! They started changin’ up and it was hard to tell which cock was fuckin’ me. It sure seemed like more than seven! I lost track of how many times I came. At some point there’s no reason to count. At other points, ya just forget how. When someone says they wanna fuck you stupid, it’s a real thing. The Royal Bastards were fuckin’ me so good I barely knew my own name.
Oh. My. God!
This is so amazing!
I’ve never felt like this before in my life.
Someone started to undo the belt and I was bein’ moved. FOCUS’ hand went over my eyes and his voice was in my ear. I was held in place and felt safe. Love, hate—they were both goin’ through my mind and I wasn’t sure which was true. The only thing I didn’t doubt was that I wanted more.
“Well, girl, you’re doin’ me proud. Such a goddamned exceptional, natural born whore . . . such a deceptive little package.”
He lifted me off the ground and sat me on top of someone’s hard cock. I was so broken and sore when it went in that I shed a couple tears. Then it started to move from beneath me and FOCUS let go of my eyes and held my arms back. I wanted to see who the painful cock belonged to, but was afraid it’d ruin the fantasy. The idea of not seein’ any of them or bein’ able to pu
t the voices together with who was inside me—so much hotter!
Whoever it belonged to was rough. Big hands grabbed at my hips and yanked me down hard. Every time he slammed in, it felt like I’d be split in two. This one was mean and I liked it.
FOCUS was right.
Freak. Side of freak.
“Oh, fuck . . . it hurts! Please don’t stop!”
Lord, help me! Please, please don’t stop!
Three really hard upward thrusts jackhammered me and I screamed as FOCUS’ dick shoved into my ass.
“Didn’t I tell ya you’d be just fine?”
Who said that?
Crucifix!
My eyes flew open in time to get a look at the smile on his face as FOCUS pounded all the way in.
“My brother doesn’t make mistakes. I was right.”
There was so much overstimulation that my brain was mush, I was beyond sore, and yet I didn’t want any of it to stop.
I need all of it!
“That’s it! Treat me like the whore I am!” I screeched the words. I’m surprised I didn’t break a tooth because my jaw was clenched so hard. “Oh, yes! I need to be your nasty whore!”
Crucifix started laughin’ and I thought he was talkin’ to me, but it must’ve been to FOCUS. “At least she knows what she is finally. Better to be a whore gettin’ paid than a fuckin’ slut givin’ it away for free!”
I’d never heard Crucifix talk like that, but he’d been all full of surprises I hadn’t seen comin’. The worse they treated me and more degrading they talked, the hotter and wetter I got.
I’m sick. I know I am.
FOCUS was holdin’ me still and drivin’ his cock hard into my ass and Crucifix was thrustin’ my pussy. Like a brutal see-saw they pounded me. If dancin’ made me feel alive, this Goldie Licks thing made me feel superhuman.
“Ya know, girl . . . Ever since I grabbed your throat . . . when you had that crystal all over your nose. I knew I was gonna punish that little ass. Then when I saw you crawlin’ around and how wet you were with Bish. I knew exactly what you needed.”