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“Please, Raze, you don’t have to do this,” I splutter, suddenly assuming the worst.
It’s a deserted lay-by, it’s dark, no one would know if Raze ended me here and now.
Maybe this was Raze’s plan all along, maybe Clay ordered my execution…
“I’m begging you,” I plead, suddenly flush with panic.
“Don’t worry, you’re good,” Raze says, dismounting from the bike and lifting me off too with a consummate ease, like I’m no heavier than a bag of Doritos. “But I like the sound of you begging me for something…”
With that, Raze pushes me down to my knees and unzips the front of his leather trousers. As his thick, heavy dick flops out, already semi-hard, I can’t help but gasp.
“I… I… you want me tobeg?” I stammer, licking my lips involuntarily, purely on instinct as I sense my pupils dilate in pure lust.
“Beg for Daddy’s cock in your mouth,” Raze growls, taking my ears in his hand and gripping them firmly. “You want to show your loyalty. You do it now. I need to know I can trust you. I need to know that you can be a good boy for me when the shit hits the fan.”
I try to speak but the sight of Raze’s twitching, thick cock is making it hard for me to speak…
“P-p-p-please, D-D-D-Daddy, let me…” I say, struggling to finish the sentence. “Let me suck your big dick. Let me…please… I… need it.”
“You may take my dick in your mouth, boy,” Raze says, his voice low and controlled but a look of animalistic lust in his eyes as I grip the base of his cock with both hands and guide his wide, throbbing head over my wet lips and into my mouth. “Now don’t stop until you feel my hot cum fill that sassy mouth of yours, you devious little cockslut.”
Raze is tormenting me, and this gruff, dominant Wolf Rider knows how much I like it.
I feel helpless but to simply gargle and splutter my agreement, do as I’m told, and give my Wolf Rider man precisely what he commands of me.
It doesn’t take long either.
With Raze’s grip moving to my hair, he thrusts and assists my mouth in bobbing and gagging on his length, the sensation of his hot cum erupting in my mouth sending me dizzy.
“Fuck. Good boy,” Raze grunts, pumping the last of his seed deep inside my mouth. “Now get up and get yourself in the zone. You’re mine now. And your first task is going to be putting your old bosses well and truly out of business.”
I swallow, wipe my mouth, and nod in agreement.
Raze has got me right where he wants me, and he knows it too.
But when he’s got his revenge on Snake and the crew, will he still want me?
Or will my fears about Clay turn out to be more than just paranoid instinct?
Chapter 6
Raze
“So this is the place,” I mutter.
“Yup,” Nico replies, his hands still wrapped around my waist as I plant my boots on the ground and turn my motorcycle’s engine off. “This is the place.”
It’s a dive called Marty’s, a shithole on the edge of town where lowlifes like Snake and Tito drink away their bad decisions. Nico’s intel led us here, his voice cracking in the interrogation room as he spilled everything—names, places, and the big fish, the Broker, the guy pulling the strings on the crew that’s been hitting our shipments. The boy talked, and it looks like he did in fact tell the truth.
My Harley’s parked in the shadows, engine still warm, and Nico’s beside me, his lean frame tense under his leather jacket. The night air’s thick with the threat of rain, and my blood’s humming, ready for what’s coming. I’m the lead enforcer for the Wolf Riders MC, and tonight, I’m here to end this little problem once and for all…
I scan the lot, my eyes catching on a beat-up old Chevy, its paint chipped, one headlight busted.
“That their ride?” I ask, my voice low, rough from the ride and the weight of what’s about to go down.
Nico nods, his blue eyes sharp despite the faint redness around his wrists from the zip ties.
“Yeah. That’s Snake’s car. They’re here.” Nico’s voice is steady, but there’s a tremor beneath it, like he knows how deep he’s in. He’s not wrong. He’s bait in a trap, and I’m the one springing it.
