Chapter 12
TRINITY
Although I fight it as hard as I can, an enormous orgasm rolls through me, my skin tingles, and my toes curl. Aftershocks zip through me, making my pussy clench over and over, throbbing with heat. My eyes slam shut, closing out the leering faces around me. Eyes filled with feral need, wild with lust. A shaky breath escapes me, caught in the disgusting pants coming from around the room, the sound of filthy bikers beating their meat as they watch me get fucked. Animals.
No wonder my father never let me come here. Disgust chases the floaty haze of my orgasm away, replacing it with dread.
“Took it like a good bitch,” someone groans. Slap, slap, slap.
“Wish he had made her scream more—six out of ten,” another jokes.
“Spread her legs wider. I want to see that cream pie.” My nostrils flare, and I bite my tongue hard. My legs immediately try to clamp shut, but Legacy’s rough hands hold them open, putting me on display. The frown on his face tells me everything I need to know—the more I fight, the worse this will be. But in that moment, I damn them all to hell. One day, I won’t be the one naked on the table. One day, these bastards will kneel before me.
And I won’t show them an ounce of fucking mercy.
Shivers overtake my body, cold sweat steeling over my flesh. Legacy’s sticky cum slides down my thighs, making me want to slither out of my skin. My mind rebels at the realization that we didn’t use a condom—the repercussion of that is something that needs to be pushed deep down for me to get through this ordeal.
“Good show, son,” Pirate’s evil voice slithers through me, and I shudder. He peers over his son's shoulder, staring straight at my used pussy, and his tongue flicks out to lick his lips. His nostrils flare, and there’s no denying the lust he’s feeling as he palms his cock. The glowing coals of hate fill my belly. “Now that the whore’s filled up, flip her over and get started.”
His orders pierce me, reminding me that the whole fucking ordeal isn’t over yet, and my eyes pop open and land immediately on Prick.
The imposing tattooed behemoth lingers over Legacy’s shoulder. But he isn’t leering at me in the slightest. Instead, he meets my gaze with sadness and compassion lingering in his depths. Prick’s entire body is covered in piercings and ink, his jaw juts out like it’s carved from marble, sculpted by the gods. He’s beautiful and terrifying. And his lips make silent movements over and over again. Furrowing my brow, I lock in on his mouth—what the hell?
Stay calm. It won’t hurt. It won’t hurt, he repeats silently and tears prickle, burning the backs of my eyes.
I don’t know how, but he’s promising this shitty tattoo will end up being painless.
And for some reason, I believe him.
Suddenly, a warm hand grips my hip, and the room spins as my body is flipped over. My breasts press against the leather below, which irritates my sensitive nipples and startles a scream out of me.
“Let me fucking go, you piece of shit,” I yell, pressing my hands to the wood. A splinter slides right into my palm, and I push up hard with a grunt, trying to leverage my body off the table.
And I get nowhere. Legacy slams me back down, laying his body over me. His heat sears into my back, branding me as much as that tattoo gun is about to.
“You sure you want this bitch, Legacy?” Pirate laughs. “Her fire would earn us plenty of money—and the brothers are eager to begin her training,”
“She’s mine. Shaka, Charming, Hunter—come help me hold her down, brothers. Prick, let's get it done.” He snaps out the orders, his voice low and commanding, and for the first time, I hear the timbre of a future MC Prez. A man who demands, and takes… and never asks.
A man who isn’t the boy I fell in love with…can I grow to love him too? Do I even want to?
The question flits through my head, but as powerful hands grip my limbs, holding me gently, yet firmly, my heart cracks.
Love doesn’t matter—it won’t save me from Pirate. Only Legacy can do that.
Taking a deep breath, I release it, letting it gust across the sticky, revolting table. And I close my eyes, trying my best to relax my muscles and save my strength. Trying to have faith that won’t hurt, just like he promised.
A buzzing sound fills the air, causing my jaw to clench.
“You want this done move out of the way,” Prick says, and the snap of surgical gloves makes me jump. “And give me your shirt to cover her up. Fuckin’ unsanitary.”
He grumbles and mutters, but just the same a soft cloth comes down, finally covering my ass from view. If I need to endure this, at least everyone won’t be staring at every part of me.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Pirate snaps at him, and the urgency seems out of place. The desire to see what’s going on fills me, but they have me held so tight, there’s no movement.
“Just gonna clean the area. Then, I’ll get started. Be fast,” Prick replies evenly, leaning over me. Something sharp stabs into me, and I gasp, bucking up off the table.
“Easy, Trinity, easy,” he murmurs gently before the scent of alcohol reaches my nose. As he wipes the center of my back with the cold liquid the sensation gets softer and softer—until I realize I can barely feel it anymore.
Gratitude blooms in my chest as I realize what he’s done. Emotion chokes me at the extreme kindness. Here I am, spread out and held down like a lamb to the slaughter, and he still cares enough to numb my skin and make this painless. Tears gather behind my lids, slipping down my cheeks, but I do my best to control my breathing as every feeling imaginable washes over me.
Despair for my father. Rage-tinged love for Legacy. Appreciation for Prick. Devastation at the property tattoo that’s about to destroy my back.
I never wanted this. I never wanted this. I never wanted this.
Only him…
My tears fall, scattering across the wood below me as the buzzing gets louder, closer. My skin is numb, but the pain in my soul is nearly unbearable as the tip of the needle touches me for the first time.
And it all fills me until I can’t hold on anymore. My mouth opens, and my wild, feral shrieks can no longer be contained. Filling the room with my outrage. Oh, how I wish I was a banshee so that my anger-filled howls could show them all my true wrath.
One day.
When they least expect it.
Vengeance will be mine…