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  “I heard Daniella has run off with Shakes.”

  “I don’t give a fuck what my daughter has done. I want her found safely.” He took another swallow of whiskey. Zeke had protected his daughter to the point that she had slipped through his fingers. He wouldn’t allow her to get away from him again.

  “What about Shakes?” Daniel asked.

  “Make sure he’s alive when he comes to me. I want to take that fucker out myself.” Zeke thought about driving his blade through the man’s throat. He’d love any chance to get his hands on Shakes. Zeke had seen the way the fucker had looked at Daniella. His daughter had a unique kind of beauty about her.

  There was innocence in Daniella, a yearning for life that anyone saw when they looked into her eyes. She was a rare jewel to fuckers like him or Shakes. He loved his daughter, and in time she’d be married to a good man who’d move heaven and earth for her. Not some biker who’d cheat on her the moment there was a new bit of fluff on the block.

  “If Daniella is hurt in any way, I will kill every person you fucking care about, and laugh while I do it,” he threatened.

  “I will make sure she isn’t harmed.”

  “Good.” He watched as Daniel left his office.

  Demon was a trusted man, a good man, but he wouldn’t just hand Shakes over to him. Even Zeke wouldn’t hand a man over to be slaughtered.

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC held his respect; it’s why he went out of his way to work with them. Joker was indispensable. That man had a talent for fucking things up that Zeke wanted him to. There wasn’t any way he was ever going to get to sleep tonight. He needed Bella to come to him. Pulling out his cell phone, he messaged the woman who liked to take exactly what he liked to give. Once the text had been sent, and he’d received the response he was waiting for, he took a seat. Staring at his cell, he dialed Daniella’s number, while pouring himself another shot of whiskey.

  It went straight to voicemail.

  “Hi, this is Dani’s phone, let me know what you want after the ……”

  He disconnected the call. Listening to her voice was driving him crazy. Shakes was a crazy person. He hoped to hell the biker had feelings for Daniella, and didn’t intend to actually fucking kill her. If anything happened to her, he’d tear the entire fucking world apart to get his revenge.

  “Boss, Bella’s here,” one of his guards said.

  “Send her in, and stay the fuck out.”

  Zeke never took her to his bedroom. His office was exactly where he wanted to be. It was the one room that had everything he needed.

  “Hello, Sir,” Bella said, going to her knees before him.

  “Have you missed me, Bella?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pushed the robe she wore off her shoulders. She was naked like he’d demanded she be when he texted her. This woman was in her late thirties, and she was a pain slut. When he’d gotten his fix, Bella would leave his house with the necessary payment to keep her happy. He couldn’t stand the bitch for anything else.

  “Stand up.”

  She stood; her eyes were still downcast.

  Sliding his fingers into her pussy, he felt her wetness seep through his fingers, coating them with her cream.

  “That’s my little, slut. You know who is master, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She’d learned the hard way to never call him by his name.

  Standing up, he gripped the back of her neck harshly, and shoved her over the arm of his sofa.

  Bella didn’t make a sound, and when he touched her pussy, she was wetter than a moment ago. She loved a little more pain, taking her pleasure by the lash of a whip.

  “Do you want my belt?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir. I need your belt.”

  Grabbing her hands in his, he placed them at the base of her back, harshly, and firmly so that she couldn’t move.

  Keeping her in place, he removed his belt, tugging it out of the loop. Her pants grew deeper and even with him holding her tightly, she wriggled, trying to get closer to him. Not every woman wanted the kind of pain he could deliver, but Bella loved what he gave.

  Looping the belt, he held it firmly and brought the leather down on her ass. He never used the metal buckle. Zeke loved dishing out pain, but he also liked his woman to want it. When he was done giving Bella what she needed, he was going to fuck her so damn hard, she was going to come screaming.

  Over and over again, he brought the belt down on her ass. Within minutes her ass was a glowing red, with welts appearing. Her cream was sliding down her thighs, she was that wet. From the sound of her pants, she was close to orgasm.

  Zeke wasn’t done yet. He was nowhere near sated with the burning lust that was fueling him.

  Releasing her hands, he dropped the belt, before removing his cock from his pants.

  Gripping her hair, he moved her around so that she was now facing him. She knew exactly what he liked, and she opened her mouth, taking the length even as he slammed to the back of her throat. She didn’t once gag on him, or try to fight him.

  Bella was a slut to the core, a huge earner at one of the clubs he owned. She loved sex, relished the pain that some of her clients liked to dish out.

  In truth, she was his favorite as well. He just couldn’t stand to be around her for long periods as the only thing he wanted from her was either her pussy, ass, or mouth. He wasn’t interested in anything else.

  Over and over he thrust his dick into her mouth. Her saliva coated his cock, getting him nice and wet. Only when he was ready to take her did he roughly move her toward the desk. Pressing her onto the flat surface, he gripped his cock, keeping his fingers wrapped in her hair. He stared at her pussy, but knew it wasn’t what he wanted. Zeke wanted in her ass.

  She’d slicked his dick up enough that when he pressed against her ass, only the slightest resistance hindered his path.

  “Please, Sir, please, I’ve been a bad girl,” she said, trying to coax him to take her roughly.

  This wasn’t about what Bella wanted, this was about what he wanted, and right now all he wanted, was to fuck, to lose himself in a woman he didn’t give a fuck about.

  Slamming into her harshly, he pushed to the hilt within her ass. She screamed out in pleasure and pain. He closed his eyes, basking in the sounds she made. Her ass was tight and she gripped his cock delightfully.

  Pulling out of her, he kept hold of her, keeping her steady as he began to slam into her ass, over and over again. Her screams turned to deep moans, and he stared down at where her ass opened up around his cock.

  Zeke wouldn’t last. It had been too damn long since he’d been with a woman. Business was always getting in the way. Delving his hand between her thighs, he teased her clit, waiting for Bella to come before he found his own release, filling her ass with his jets of cum.

  Bella was one of the women who’d made sure to take the precautions against getting pregnant. He’d been there with her when one of her customers had knocked her up; she’d given the little boy up for adoption. Zeke had only allowed himself to give one woman he hated his kid; he wouldn’t be doing it again.

  The moment he was finished, he pulled out of her ass. He captured his semen in tissue, cleaning her up. The welts on her ass were going to bruise, and make it impossible for her to sit comfortably for a few days. When he was finished, he threw the tissue into the trashcan and pushed his dick back into his pants; he’d clean up the moment she was gone.

  Moving toward his desk, he pulled out the check, handing it to her. She took the check, going to her robe, and leaving at the same time as she was putting the robe on. Bella knew him well. He didn’t want her around him.

  The hard sex hadn’t done anything to ease the torment inside him. His daughter was still gone, and he was still fucking alone to deal with the consequences.

  “Where the fuck would Shakes go?” Demon said, pacing the floor of the clubhouse. Joker, Steel, and the rest of the club were watching him, waiting for him to blow.


  Deanna was in bed, where he’d sent her after Zeke had left. He was going to fucking kill Zeke when he got his hands on the bastard.

  “None of us know. Shakes wasn’t exactly very forthcoming,” Joker said.

  “Are you going to let Zeke take him?” Steel asked.

  “I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do.” Demon ran fingers through his hair. He was so damn angry and tired. Fuck, this should have been a day for celebration; instead, it was a day of fucking mourning. He couldn’t allow Zeke to kill Shakes, but Demon didn’t know if he’d allow the bastard to live.

  Either way, right now, Shakes was in some serious shit. It was only a matter of time before someone caught up with him. Demon couldn’t let anyone hurt his woman. He loved Deanna, and he wouldn’t allow any harm to come to her or their unborn child.

  Daniella stared in awe at Shakes, knowing without a doubt they were really going through with it. Of course, the dangers and ramifications of what they’d done, of running, was certainly on her mind, but she was more focused on what was going on right now. She was about to do this, really do this, with Shakes; she knew she’d never be the same afterward.

  “Although I want to fuck you raw, have nothing between us when I pop that cherry of yours, that probably isn’t the best route to go.”

  She swallowed after he spoke. “I’m on the pill,” she said softly. She’d been on birth control since she was seventeen to help regulate her periods. The thought that she could be with Shakes without any barrier thrilled her, but there was also a part of her that worried because she assumed he’d been with many women.

  He groaned, clenched his hand around the condom, and stared at her. “Baby, you can’t say shit like that,” he said gruffly. It took him a few seconds to speak again. “I’ve always worn protection with women. Always. And I’m clean, baby.” So, he moved a step closer, this dark arousal covering his face. “So, if you really fucking mean it, then I want that too, baby.”

  Nodding, she knew this was what she wanted. “I want that, Shakes.” Oh God, she’d actually said it out loud. He tossed the condom aside, and there they were, about to do this. There would be no going back.

  “I’m going to claim you so hard, Daniella.” He placed a knee on the bed and placed his hands on her inner thighs.

  Before she could say anything or react to what he was doing, he moved his hands over her legs, smoothed them along her inner thighs, perilously close to her pussy, and then moved them back around so he could grab her waist. He moved her up the bed so he could be between her legs. The feel of his warm, humid breath right along her sensitive folds had her resting her head back on the mattress and closing her eyes. Her fingers itched to hold onto him¸ but instead she tightened her grasp on the sheets beneath her.

  “You smell so fucking good, look so damn amazing.” His hands were on her inner thighs again, and the way he dug his fingers into her flesh was both painful and arousing. “I’m going to eat you out so damn hard you won’t be able to stop yourself from grinding your cunt all over my face.” And then he had his mouth pressed right to her pussy and was delivering on that promise.

  He licked and sucked at her soaked flesh, tugged at her labia until a sting accompanied the pleasure, and then sucked her clit into his mouth. For several seconds, he pulled at her nub until she felt it swell with blood. She knew she was going to come all over his face, just like he’d said.

  “Go on, baby, grind your pussy all over me. Get your cream on my mouth and pull at my hair. Make me fucking hurt.” The vibrations of his voice went right to her core until she shook all over.

  Lifting her hands and spearing them into his hair was easier said than done. She was weak, trembling, and so damn needy under his touch. Shakes was an animal as he licked her, bit her gently, and shoved his tongue into her pussy over and over again. She tugged at the strands of his hair and started pressing her pussy against his face. The act was wanton and dirty in only the best of ways. He groaned against her flesh, and when he started sucking on her clit again, he pushed a finger into her pussy slowly, almost softly. Even if she weren’t a virgin, having that thick, long finger inside her would have probably been painful and pleasure-filled.

  While he sucked at her and gently pushed his finger in and out of her, she felt the pleasure mounting. And then her climax exploded from her fast and hard until she grew lightheaded, saw stars dance behind her closed eyelids, and had perspiration lining her flesh. She strained against him, seeking more, needing more. But Shakes was never-ending and seemed to like exerting his dominance over her, liked to prolong this for her. She was sensitive, had a euphoric feeling moving through her, and knew this was only the beginning.

  “Mmm, you taste so damn good; it’s so addictive.” He flattened his tongue and ran it from her pussy hole to her clit. He did that a few more times until she knew she’d come again from that act alone. “Look at me.”

  Daniella had to force her eyes open, and when she braced her upper body on her elbows and stared sown the length of her body at him, it was to see the glossy sheen that covered his mouth. That was her wetness, her arousal, her climax on his lips. Despite her orgasm just seconds before, she grew hot again as her lust intensified from that very sight. But clearly Shakes wasn’t ready to fuck her, because he reached out, took hold of her waist once more, and flipped her onto her belly. Did he want to take her this way? Did she want to lose her virginity this way?

  He pulled he legs apart until he could fit his wide shoulders between them again, took an ass cheek in each of his hands, and spread her bottom wide. The chilled air moved along her anus, and although she was hot from coming and just from the heat that was Shakes, she shivered. Her wetness had slipped down the crease of her ass until it was nearly as lubed up as her pussy was, but that was clearly what he liked.

  Shakes grunted and growled out curses as he clenched and unclenched his hands on her bottom, not doing anything more but staring at her ass. And then he was licking at her pussy again, sucking at it like he was drunk on the flavor of her. God, he was making her feel so good.

  “Christ, you taste so good, baby.” He moved his hand between her body and the mattress, moved it down her belly, and pressed his thumb to her clit. And then he surprised the hell out of her by spearing a finger into her body, and coating the digit with her juices. He then pressed his finger to her anus, teased the puckered hole for a few seconds, and then pressed it inward gently. It wasn’t uncomfortable, didn’t hurt, but the sensation was unusual.

  The feeling of having his finger slightly in her ass, of his mouth back on her pussy, and his thumb rubbing slow circles around her clit had a crescendo growing inside of her. It was a torrent of sensation, one she couldn’t handle any longer.

  “Oh, God, Shakes.” Burying her face in the mattress she cried out as she came for the second time. When he pulled his mouth away and slapped the left cheek of her bottom, and then the right, her pleasure intensified.

  He spanked her repeatedly until her ass burned and then grew numb, and only when she pleaded for him to stop did he remove his finger from her body and flip her on her back once more. Her tits shook from side to side from the sudden movement, and her legs fell open to the side, her strength leaving as her desire for this man grew. He was breaking her in, that was for damn sure, but she liked it all. She was at his mercy. Two orgasms later and she was still greedy for him.

  “You’re going to be screaming a lot more than the word God when I’m done with you, Daniella.” He framed her pussy with his hands and moved his thumbs back and forth along the edge of her labia. That small touch, although highly erotic and tantalizing, screamed a lot more than just sex. It was a touch that meant her pussy was his, he owned it, and there was nothing that could be done to change that.

  Daniella’s emotions were high, and everything that happened right now in this room with Shakes was something that would forever shape her. She still had her eyes open, still watched him, but his focus was between her legs. And then he
was taking hold of his shaft and leading the thick crown to her entrance.

  “I’ll try and go slow, try and not to hurt you too badly, baby, but fuck, Daniella, I am so damn turned on right now.” His chest expanded, his muscles contracted, and he looked up at her. “I want to tear you the fuck up, make you not able to walk without feeling my cock inside of you, stretching you and filling you with my cum.” He held her gaze for several seconds, maybe seeking her approval of actually going this far. No way in hell Daniella was going to stop this.

  “I just want you, Shakes. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be in this room with you right now, spread out like an offering” She lifted her hand, dug her nails into his thick biceps, and felt the muscles clench under her hold. She knew the touch had to be painful, but she could also tell he liked receiving that sting of pain as much as she had. They both liked their ecstasy as much as their agony, and maybe that was what had drawn them together.

  God, where the hell had that thought come from?

  He pushed the head of his dick inside of her, and all thoughts left her. The pain was sudden, the burning and stretching causing her to gasp out. Their gazes locked as he shoved every last inch of his thick cock into her so hard and fiercely that she jerked up on the bed. She knew he’d done it to make it quick, but tears lined the corner of her eyes still. Her mouth parted on a silent cry.

  “Christ,” he gritted out as he let his head fall forward slightly. The tendons in his neck became visible as he strained. He didn’t move within her, didn’t pound his shaft into her cunt even though she could tell he wanted to, but instead stayed within her, motionless.

  The seconds moved by, and she knew he was grappling with his self-control. She swore she could see his body growing tenser. Maybe Daniella should have been frightened, but the thought a man like Shakes couldn’t control himself with her was a heady, intoxicating feeling. He might be physically superior to her, and be a dangerous MC member, but in this instance she was the stronger one, she was the one that held the power. He started thrusting back and forth, harder and faster until small gasps left her. She dug her nails even further into his flesh, and he hissed, and looked down at her.