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“You go there like this, and it’s clear to everyone that you’re a mess. You see her again, you really want her to know what this did to you?”
I stepped closer to Reacher, glaring at him like he couldn’t swat me like a fly for insubordination.
“It didnothingto me. Well, except to piss me the hell off. We find this bitch, and I’m gonna turn the tables on her. You hear me? She’s gonna rue the day she fucked with me. She’s gonna know exactly how this feels.”
I strode from the room, ignoring the brief outburst from Stitch, before Reacher quieted him. I’m done being a wussy little fucking victim. I will find this bitch, and she will pay for what she did.I’ll show her what rape is.
Her
Iwatched him leaveour place, his legs striding confidently from the doorway, his hands shoved into his pockets. He looked unconcerned. Unruffled. How was he so unaffected by what we did? By what I did to him?
Did he not relish our time together? Did he not look back on it, on the flashes he probably had of our time, and want to do it again? Did he not want to let me take him, use him, and ride him to my own pleasure again?
He hopped back into that van, tapping his hand on the dashboard, while the prospect, who’d stayed in the driving seat,backed up, and drove him away. I continued watching, as the bikers mounted their bikes, and disappeared off, the roaring, rumbling sounds emanating until they were long gone.
I closed my eyes, seeing him again. My biker; the man I couldn’t wait to fuck again. The man who had found his way into my soul. I couldn’t even think of taking another. It had to be him. Again. I just had to figure out a way to make that happen.
My fingers had found their way into my underwear, and I delved them inside me, stroking through the wetness that pooled and seeped at the thought of him, of his cock, deep inside me. Of the way it stretched me, and sent waves of pleasure throughout my body.
I pressed a hand against the glass, my eyes on the doorway to the room where we’d consummated our relationship, for the first, but no longer going to be the only, time. My fingers thrust inside me over and over, as my mind replayed last night for me. His body spread out, tethered, and straining beneath me, as I straddled him, rising and falling onto his cock. His skin had glistened with sweat, heat blooming from him into me, as I ran my hands over his skin. He faded in and out, his consciousness affected by the drug.
He reacted to pain though, because it woke him briefly from his daze. When I raked my nails down his chest, his eyes popped open, his breath hissing out at the pain. For those brief moments, when I brought him out of his stupor, he was with me, in the moment, his eyes on mine. Wide, almost unseeing, while his cock twitched inside me, and his breath rasped out of him. It was beautiful.Magical.
My fingers, and the memory of my biker, in the throes of his unwanted,unconsented topassion, sent me screaming over the edge, my pussy clamping down on my fingers, as my legs buckled, and I dropped to my knees.
Eight
Decision made. I’m notsome pussy who’s gonna break because some bitch decided to take what she wanted without my agreement. I’m gonna find her, and show her how it feels, and that’s out of character for me, for sure, but I’m pissed as hell.
I’m a fucking biker. I’m a fucking man who has killed other men with my bare hands, and she used drugs and restraints to weaken me enough to use me.
“Brother, you gotta stop pacing, you’re driving me insane,” Torch said, as I forced myself to stop moving. We’d gone to that bar, the one from last night, but the bartender was busy doing the job he actually gets paid for, so we were forced to wait. My eyes were scouring the place, settling on any blonde woman I saw, before realising that it didn’t matter worth a damn, because I couldn’t fucking remember her face.
“I’m wound so fucking tight right now,” I gritted out, my fists clenched.
“Look, I don’t know the ins and outs of what happened, but I’m with you. You’re pissed as fuck, and that’s good. Angry is good. We’ll fucking make this right.” His hand was gripping my shoulder, almost tight enough to hurt, but it helped. It diverted my focus from razor sharp murderous anger, and let a little common sense creep in. I’m planning to hurt a woman. To violate her. To force her into the one act that a man should never force on a woman, on anyone at all. Am I really fucking capable of that?
“Jesus… what exactly did they tell you, brother?” I dragged him away from the bar, and he shrugged.
“We need to find the blonde from last night, because she dosed you with something. You know, attacks on our club are serious shit. I’ll kill to protect my family. To protect you. We’ve been in this shit together for far too long.”
I grabbed his cut, pulling him closer to whisper at him, frantic with rage, and desperate to make him understand just how fucked up things were.
“They didn’t tell you?”
He shook his head, not fighting my hold, just watching me carefully. The bastard was too fucking good at seeing what we try so hard not to show on the outside. I was surprised he hadn’t somehow guessed already.
“Talk to me, brother. I’m on your side.”
I groaned. “This is humiliating as fuck. You ride me for this, and I’ll break your fucking neck, you get me? You tell anyone, and I’ll kill you and them.”
He smirked. “You can try. We both know I could wipe the floor with you.”
I released his clothes. “Fair point. I just… this is serious, yeah? Anyone else knows, and I’m done. I’m out. This is…”
“Well, now you’ve finished trying to demolish my cut, I’m listening.” He leaned against the wall I’d dragged him over to.
“She, uh… she drugged me.”
