Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
WILDER
“Fuck!” I scream, realizing the crazy woman behind the wheel is about to run me over. Jumping onto the hood, I roll up and over it, more worried that she’s going to hit my bike than me.
Everyone around the car shoves it so that the vehicle rocks from side to side and the woman stops just before destroying my bike.
We were bored when we saw her driving alone.
We’ve been working non stop and that makes us reckless.
Now that I’m closer, I can smell her clearly, making my nostrils flare.
The apricot and vanilla scent that’s slipping through the crevices of the doors and windows make my mouth water as I slide off the back of her tiny car. Thank god for the leathers I’m wearing, or the road rash from getting hit by this damn car would be much worse.
As it is, I’m going to be sore as fuck later.
“You good?” Storm asks me.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Let’s get the little omega out of there so we can have some fun.”
“You smell her too?” he snorts.
“Fuck, I think it’s impossible not to,” Prez chuckles. “Come on, Princess. Out you go!”
Together, we rock the car back and forth, and the crazy omega attempts to put the car in reverse but can’t get any traction since the wheels aren’t on the ground for long enough.
“I don’t think so,” Ace grunts, breaking the door clean off and pulling the girl out of the car while she kicks and screams. In his defense, the vehicle is a rust bucket, and I have no idea how it’s moving.
Another club member shoves the car into park as it threatens to roll back and turns it off while looking pissed. If I wasn’t so distracted, I’d feel the same.
As it is, I would swear that her leggings look like they’re painted on.
“I think you need to apologize,” he grunts, shoving her head toward my shoes. Prez sweeps the girl’s feet out from under her, smirking as her knees hit the asphalt with a grunt. Ace grabs her wrists to hold her tightly in place, and the prez grinds her face against my boot.
We all ignore her shrieks of indignity on the outside, but I notice a few of the club members have to adjust their dicks in their pants.
“Lick my boot and say you’re sorry,” I growl, gazing down at her brilliant red hair that’s beginning to come out of its braid.
Goddamnit, why does she smell so fucking good?
“Eat shit and die!” she screams, though the words are a bit muffled as her lips are pressed against my shoe now.
“Couldn’t hear you,” I chuckle. Honestly, unless she has a degradation kink, I don’t expect her to do what we’re telling her. The vehement tone is surprising though.
Does she have a death wish?
“It’s the least he deserves,” Prez growls, making her shiver.
Interesting. We have a pretty little kink whore on our hands. This should be fun.
MARIE
This is not how I thought my day was going to go.
Screaming in anger and a fair amount of fear, I try to pull away from the men holding me.
The guy I tried to run over pulls his bandana off his lower face, leaning down until I can see him better.
He’s over six feet tall, has dark scruff on his cheeks, and his green eyes sparkle with amusement.
Breathing in deeply, I struggle not to whine as the scent of caramel and salt flows over me. He should smell like shit, not dessert.
“We deserve reparations, little whore,” he growls. “Someone find out who she is.”
“Let me go!” I growl, struggling against the man’s hand holding me. I remember vaguely seeing a patch that said Prez on his vest, and I don’t know what that means in motorcycle club culture.
Is he their boss? Shouldn’t he be working on controlling them, or is he just as bad as his men? I think I can answer that question based on who my brother is.
“Lick his boot or it’ll be his cock next,” the president growls back at me.
“I’ll bite it off!” I threaten, finding the rest of my body pressed down onto the ground.
“Lick the boot,” another man insists. There’s too many alpha scents surrounding me, and it makes me dizzy as I shake my head from side to side against a steel toe boot.
Leather and burned tires fill my senses, and I find myself feeling overstimulated and angrier by the second. I’ve been polite, crawled on my stomach in the face of stupidity, and put up with too much bullshit to continue doing it.
“Be a good girl and do what’s good for you,” a voice whispers in my ear.
Unable to hold back, I whimper as I perfume in the circle that I’m the center of. I never thought my kink was praise and degradation. I feel like this is a very odd place to realize this.
“Her name is Marie Madden,” one of them says. “Her driver license says that she lives in Chicago. Aren’t you a little far from home, little girl?”
“I’m not little,” I growl, feeling my lower body being lifted until I’m on my knees again. I’m gearing up to yell at them some more, but gasp instead when my leggings are peeled down my ass and thighs. The breeze is unwelcome as I shiver and my lower cheeks are spread wide.
I skipped the panties today because I had already packed them in the car. I can feel slick pushing slowly out of my pussy and my cheeks burn with embarrassment as a thumb drags through my arousal.
“I think we are finding out all kinds of things about you,” the president of the club purrs, making my nipples pebble with desire. I’m glad I’m at least wearing my damn bra and shirt and I continue to struggle to get free.
“Why are you so far from home?” the asshole whose boot I’m pressed against asks.
I can’t say a word as a tongue licks up my pussy, making me moan. I still have my stun gun. Its constant digging into my leg is a reminder that I can’t get to it.
“What the fuck!” I yell. “I’m not going to let you fuck me on the road.”
“I’m getting tired of that mouth,” the president mutters, pushing his tongue as deep as possible into my pussy.
A hand wraps itself in my braid that’s quickly coming apart, yanking me up until I’m eye to eye with a huge belt buckle. Keening as I begin to realize what he intends, I shake my head quickly, pressing my lips together.
“Sweetheart, I can make you suck my dick,” the green eyed devil chuckles. “I promise it’ll be better for you if you’re a willing participant.”
“She tastes like apricots,” the president groans. “Here, have a taste.”
There’s a lot of them and only one of me. Are they seriously planning to fuck me on the side of the road? Not one car has passed at all. No one is going to save me from this.
This is someone else’s fantasy, but despite the way my body is reacting to them, I’ve never been one to do insane things like this.
I’m the good girl. What the fuck is happening?
PREZ
Moving to the side, I watch as Storm drops to his knees to eat out Marie’s pretty, pink pussy. The slick is sliding down her pale skin, and I shove her shirt to pull down the delicate cups of her pretty bra.
No panties and a bra like this, you’d never know it with the drab way that she’s dressed. If I’m honest, she looks like she has her entire life packed up in this car.
A shitty car that we’ve pretty much destroyed. All her shit is thrown around inside, and I doubt we’re done with her or the vehicle yet. She disrespected us when we were just looking for a bit of fun.
That won’t fly until she’s asking or gagging for forgiveness. Her lips are still pressed together as Wilder releases his cock from his pants, leaking precum all over her pouty, pink lips. It doesn’t escape my notice either that she’s struggling to keep her enjoyment of Storm’s mouth a secret.
“You liking that, Princess?” I snort, pulling off my glove to run it over her slick before shoving my thumb deep inside her asshole.
The squeal of surprise doesn’t make her lips open, so I drop my glove on her bare back so I can easily pick it up later. Palming her heavy breast, I smirk at how tight her nipple is. She can complain as much as she wants about our rough treatment, but all I can smell is how much she wants this.
Her waist is perfectly cinched inward to give her an hourglass figure, and her ass bounces so well when Ace slaps it.
“You’re so stubborn,” he mutters.
That’s why I’m calling her a princess. Outside of the state of her car, I bet she’s lived a perfect life. She probably just has to bat those sea green eyes to get whatever she wants. She won’t find that here, surrounded by hard men who regularly kill for the disrespect she just gave us.
Angrily, I pinch her nipple hard, enjoying the pained squeal she makes. I have a thing for hurting and demeaning women, and this omega makes me want to do filthy things to her.
I think in the dead of night, she’ll admit she enjoyed this. I plan to ruin her for any other men. The very thought of her ever being with anyone else makes me feel possessive, which forces me to squeeze her other tit before I pinch that nipple too.
“Asshole—! Mm…mrgh!” she screams, the words are lost as Wilder finds his chance to thrust his cock past her puffy lips and into her mouth.
“You like doing this the difficult way I guess,” I murmur, pulling my thumb out of her ass to coat three fingers in her slick. Pushing them all past the tight ring of her hole, I nod at Storm to make her come.
“She doesn’t deserve it,” he grumbles, his dark curls flopping as he tosses his hair back off his face.
“I’m about to fuck her ass, she doesn’t have to deserve it,” I growl.
His gray eyes widen before he chuckles darkly. His pierced tongue gets to work as the men around me pull their cocks out while they keep their backs to the road. They deserve a little bit of fun after all the bullshit we had to deal with this run.
We’re a nomadic chapter of the Knotted Anarchy MC, and are perfectly happy on the back of our bikes. Part of our club are ahead of us on the way to crash in the Twin Cities after we made sure the cargo we were guarding arrived safely.
This is why we’re blowing off steam after a long couple of weeks. We’re fifty thousand dollars richer and deserve to have a little fun.