Page 10 of Liberator (Serpent Sinners MC #2)
Chapter 10
“Now,” he proceeded to say, “You are officially invited to be a prospect of the Serpent Sinners. We expect loyalty, courage, and strength. Any secrets you may hear are to be kept regardless of what those outside the club may do to you to gain the knowledge you hold. Each member is expected to be willing to die before they divulge the club’s secrets. Do I make myself clear?”
I barely heard his words over the roar of anger in my head. Rage had gone too far. He’d overstepped his bounds and taken my actions for me. That wasn’t acceptable. I was more than ready to tear into him. I was furious enough to tell him to fuck off. We were no longer going to be friends. I was simply done with others taking over my life and my choices.
Prime was staring at me, waiting for an answer. Loyalty and secrecy, that’s what he’d been demanding while I’d thought about clawing Rage’s face into strips of bloody pulp.
“Yes, you’ve made yourself clear. I’d never betray the Serpent Sinners. They’re the closest thing to a real family I’ve ever known. I won’t do anything to harm them, except maybe Rage. He had no right to fight this battle for me,” I said.
“That’s between the two of you. In his behalf, I will say that he truly believes he was doing the right thing,” Prime advised.
As soon as he walked away I ran up the stairs and down the hall to Rage’s room. I didn’t knock. I twisted the knob and flung the door open wide, slamming it into the wall where it crumpled the drywall.
My gaze registered his shock along with his bare chest. He’d slung a towel around his waist and was using another to dry his sandy blonde crew cut. Muscles rippled in the arm that held a sleeve of tattoos.
My body quivered with desire. My breath quickened and my core melted. Yet, my head didn’t agree with my body. It was so filled with anger that it overruled the need to rip the towel from him and rub myself all over his nakedness.
“What the hell?” he yelled as I stomped into the room.
“Funny you should ask. That’s what I’m here to find out,” I growled.
He appeared to be confused by my anger. I knew instantly he’d never thought about what his interference would feel like to me. He saw himself as a hero, not a bully who took away my rights.
“What the fuck were you thinking? Why the hell did you believe it was okay to fight my battle for me? I have rights! I’m not some damn object of pity! I felt like a fool when Prime came to me with his verdict since I had no clue that he was judging me in the first place. It was unfair to put me in that position. I hate you for it!” I screamed.
I practically saw the steam rise off of him. He stalked past me and slammed the door shut, breaking one of the hinges.
“I did you a fucking favor! You didn’t seem able to gather the courage to ask Prime for a chance, so I did it for you. You should be grateful!” he yelled back.
“Oh right, I suppose you expect me to drop to my knees and offer myself up as a sacrifice worthy of you putting your precious leadership position on the line for little old me? Not happening, asshole! I would have gotten around to asking him sooner or later. That was supposed to be part of my proof that I was courageous enough to be a damn Sinner! I didn’t need you to offer up yourself. I was willing to wait and prove I was a good candidate on my own. Now, I’m just Rage’s pity case! Well, screw you! Leave me alone from now on.”
“I don’t expect anything from you, although a quick thanks might be nice. I’m not worried about my fucking position. I know you can handle anything Prime throws at you. You’re tough and smart. Damn it, girl! I’m on your side!” he retorted.
“It doesn’t feel that way,” I replied. My shoulders shook. I was trembling inside and out. I choked back tears that would humiliate me.
“Maybe, I can show you,” he answered as he stalked me around the room.
We ended up in a corner, his hard body plastered lengthwise to mine. He barricaded me against the wall with his muscular arms on either side of me. His warm breath feathered over my lips and made them quiver. My heart raced and I gulped for air.
“Let me go,” I demanded in a strangled voice.
“You don’t really want that, do you?” he replied, lowering his head and gently licking my lips.
I halfheartedly shoved at his chest. The hard muscles beneath my hands contracted and brought dampness between my thighs.
“Yes, I do,” I whispered.
Suddenly, his mouth slammed into mine. The kiss sucked my breath away, weakened my knees, and turned my insides to molten fire.
Still, I shoved on his broad chest. He immediately released me, mumbling, “I’m sorry. I’m acting like the animal who raped you.”
He went to take a step back, but my hands rose and grabbed his thick neck. I pulled him toward me. He didn’t bother resisting, and I kissed him with all the heat rising from my soul.
I sensed power filling him, an eagerness to take over and use roughness to demand my submission. Yet, he held back the demon inside and allowed me to set the pace.
I had none of the control that leashed him. I bit his bottom lip and sucked in the salty taste of the drop of blood that sprang up. I released the towel from his waist, baring his pulsating cock to lay hotly across my belly. Its heat penetrated the thin t-shirt that held the logo of the bar.
He moaned into my mouth and the shivers I was already enduring multiplied by thousands. It was intoxicating and caused me to beg, “Touch me, Rage. I’m so lost and lonely.”
His large hands slid up my back, lifting the t-shirt tail out of my jeans and allowing him to touch my skin. I sizzled with need. As he deepened our kiss he continued lifting the shirt, making me raise my arms to let him remove it completely. My nipples tingled and pebbled as the cool air hit them.
Rage must have felt me quake with the chill. He released my mouth and covered my icy left breast with his hot, wet mouth and suckled. I bent backward in anticipation of him doing the same with the right one. He didn’t disappoint me.
His touch though gentle was more possessive than soothing. His roughened fingers explored my ribcage and narrow waist, then delved down to unbutton my jeans and slip inside. The first stroke of a finger between my folds sent me flying.
I wanted to touch him. I needed to so badly it hurt. But for the moment he didn’t allow it. Instead, he brought me to a climax a second time, then lifted me from my weakened trembling legs and placed me on his bed. He slid my pants and panties off in one quick movement, laying me bare to his gaze. He stood over me licking his lips and showing me how hard I’d made his cock, which pointed at me like an arrow waiting to be shot.
I craved him. It shocked the hell out of me. I’d only known rape and should have been terrified, but I felt I’d actually die if he stopped and walked away. These feelings set off a sense of wonder. Was I not as broken as I’d assumed? Was there the slightest of possibilities that I could be normal?
His hands and lips took possession of my body, moving from ankle upward. He paused at the juncture of my legs and exhaled warm air across the throbbing core of me. I spread my legs apart as if I were asking for more. He kissed the mound but moved on, leaving me aching and whimpering.
“Later,” he proclaimed as his firm body covered mine.
I welcomed his weight. It meant I wasn’t alone. I cried out as his thick, long member opened me wide and impaled me in one long stroke.
But memories flooded back, terror-stricken memories of the past. I began to fight and claw his barely healed back. He didn’t cry out or fight back. He simply stopped moving yet remained inside me.
He ran his fingers over my hair, kissed my forehead, and kept saying, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not one of them. I won’t hurt you. If you truly want me to stop I will.”
Tears ran down my face. I was confused. The past mingled with the present in my mind. Fear mixed with passion and desire. I was scared that if I made him stop now I’d never be able to share sex with anyone. And my body was betraying me anyway. My insides were involuntarily clamping tightly to his cock, holding it within me.
“No, please don’t leave me,” I managed to say through the tears.
He kissed my mouth gently and began to move, slow and steady until the pressure built inside me. I had been still and unresponsive after my breakdown, but his movements had soon stirred everything up once more. I raised my hips to meet him time after time, taking him deeper. The sudden explosion came as a shock and made me scream out his name. He plunged into me a few times more and then began to quake, spilling his seed.
My limbs went liquid. I was limp on the bed, held captive by the heavy, warm body that covered me. At peace, I drifted into sleep.