Page 28 of Wild Ride

But he’s moving inside of me, and my body takes over my brain the moment he enters a room, apparently, so I go with it and allow my body and soul to take over my whole brain. It’s as if everything inside of my head turns to complete mush.

Bullet lowers his head, and his lips touch mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. He also continues to roll his hips, my breath hitching with each thrust. I climb higher and higher, my body ready to come again. Even though it’s sensitive and sore, I want to get there with him inside of me.

“You are fucking mine, Dakota. Your body, your cunt, all of you belongs to me. You don’t get it yet, but you’re going to understand what that means. You’ll hate me over it, but I don’t give a fuck. You belong to me.”

And with those words, his mouth slams against mine, his tongue fills me, and he fucks me hard. I come. He comes. We come. I don’t know who is first, who is last, who is hardest. I don’t know a fucking thing.

Not a damn thing.

BULLET

Dakota falls asleep beside me. As much as I want to sleep, I can’t. I’m not sure what exactly is bothering me, but there is something that just doesn’t seem right. I understand now how Shade was never able to find her. Living in that commune, her birth certificate being in a file folder, and her mother keeping her there, it all makes sense.

Except for the fact that her mother painted Shade as a monster. How could she ever say that about him and then take her to a true monster? And I know that bitch had to have known what he was doing. There is no way that he runs a whole operation while keeping all the women there completely and totally oblivious.

Then, something hits me.

Briana.

I’ve heard Dakota talk about her, and I can’t help but wonder what she knows about the cult leader. Slipping out of the bed, I grab my jeans from the floor and the phone from the nightstand that I know belongs to Dakota.

The phone I already know doesn’t have a code to get into. I watched her do something on it before she went to sleep, and she didn’t even have to unlock it, which I don’t understand how she doesn’t have her shit locked down.

Except I know.

She’s naive, beyond naive, and she’s lucky to have found me because I’m not going to let that shit fly anymore. Even if I’m glad her shit isn’t locked down right now so I can find her friend and give her a call.

Stepping out into the fresh air in the open hallway, I look around the parking lot. There is the rental car and my bike. Nobody else is here, and they won’t be until the weekend when people come in from the city to spend some time in the mountains of North Carolina.

But right now, it’s quiet as fuck, just the way I like it. Closing the hotel room door behind me, I touch the contacts icon on the phone and frown when I notice that there is only one contact saved.

Just Briana.

Nobody else.

I already know from Piggy’s research that she had a job in an office before she started working from home. She’s also not a virgin and wasn’t one before we fucked, so I know she must have had some kind of relationship with a man before. I am finding it hard to believe that she only knows one person.

Instead of staring at the single name on the phone, I touch the name and hold her phone to my ear as it rings, and I wait for this woman to pick up. I have no fucking clue who she is or what she knows about me, and since I was an asshole to Dakota,I would just take a wild guess and assume she knows I was a dick to her friend.

“Are you okay?” the voice on the other end of the phone asks as the greeting.

“Briana, this is Bullet, Dakota’s friend,” I say.

There is a moment of silence. Then there is a grunt. “You aren’t her friend. Where is she?” she snaps.

Yup. Dakota told her. “She’s asleep. I got something I need to talk to you about.”

I’m met with more silence. Then, finally, she speaks. “Go ahead,” she mutters. “What do you want to know? When you’re done, you better wake her up because I’m going to talk to her and make sure she’s okay.”

This woman is a friend. She’s ballsy, too. I like her already. Like, really like her. “The head of your cult, what do you know about him?”

Briana snorts. “I know some things.”

I really do like how she is giving me nothing and everything all at once, so I continue because I do not have a goddamn thing to hide. If I’m going to get Briana to trust me even a fucking sliver, which I need in order to get her on my side, I can’t.

And normally, I would give zero fucks, but I have a feeling if Briana tells Dakota to walk out the door and go back to Oregon, that’s exactly what she’ll do. So I need this bitch on my side in order to make my plan become a reality because I want Dakota for myself. The princess by birthright should most definitely be with the new king.

“We did some research on the Willamette Haven commune when Dakota showed up. Seems he’s got a little side business that is not so much peace, love, and light,” I say.

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