Page 6 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

I look down at him, a smile spreading across his face.

My arousal coats his chin. I run my thumb over his chin before pushing it between his lips.

He sucks my thumb. “Good boy,” I praise.

After removing my thumb from his mouth, I take a step towards my bed and climb up onto all fours, leaving my bare ass and pussy on full display.

I turn and look over my shoulder at him to see him still kneeling on the floor.

“Get over here and fuck me,” I demand. He gets to his feet quickly and unbuckles his jeans as he approaches.

He pulls out a condom, ripping the packet open with his teeth, and sheathes it over his thick, hard length.

He grabs my hip with one hand and positions his dick at my entrance.

“You have seven minutes to make me cum,” I tell him.

“No problem.” He pants as he thrusts into me.

I cry out, and using both his hands, he firmly grips my hips and slams himself into me, over and over again in a demanding rhythm.

It’s hard, brutal, and fast. It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build within me as he pounds into me.

My walls begin to tighten, and he growls, feeling I’m close. “Fuck, so fucking tight,” he groans.

“Fuck me harder,” I breathe.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth while still fucking me.

I glare at him over my shoulder. “I said, fuck me harder,” I seethe.

His jaw is set tight as he grabs my arms, pulling them back behind me. I arch my back as he deepens his thrusts, fucking me so hard it’s almost bruising.

“Yes!” I cry out as my orgasm explodes through my body. “Oh, fuck!” I scream.

“Fuck!” he roars as he climaxes. Releasing his hold on my arms, I fall forward, resting my face on the mattress while still kneeling.

He gently strokes his hand around the curve of my behind while gently placing kisses along my spine.

“I swear, I’ve never had sex as good as that with anyone before.

It’s like you were made for me,” he murmurs between kisses.

I stiffen and push up before I move forward, disconnecting us. I turn to face him. “You’re right. That was a good fuck; you can go now,” I say dismissively.

He stands there, a flash of hurt flickering in his eyes, but I’m not about to pretend this is more than what it is. It’s just sex, nothing more. “Jesus, Mor, at least let me remove the fucking condom before you dismiss me,” he snaps before turning and striding to the bathroom.

I get off the bed and grab my clean clothes, wrapping my body in a towel. He walks back out into the room, his jeans pulled up but left undone. His eyes sweep over me. “You know I could help you shower,” he offers with a wink, his mood switching quickly.

“I think this needs to calm down,” I state, gesturing with my finger between us.

“What do you mean?” he asks, confused.

“I mean, you are getting too heavy, and that’s not what this is. I need an itch to be scratched, and I get you or one of the other lap dogs to scratch it,” I state firmly, needing the lines to be clear.

His lip curls in disgust when I refer to him as a lap dog. “Don’t call me that,” he says, shaking his head.

I shrug. “It’s what you are, and it’s what the other guys are. You knew this. You were under the understanding of the rules, which you agreed to. I’m not changing any of that,” I point out.

He runs his hand through his hair. “You feel nothing.” It wasn’t a question. He was stating it.

I stare at him blankly. “I’m sorry if you thought there was more to it.”

He scoffs. “You kept choosing me; I thought we had a connection. Something the other guys didn’t.”

“I literally slept with all three of you last night,” I state.

“It was hot, but it was me you cuddled up to, and it was me you chose just now,” he counters.

I sigh. “Look, you’re a nice guy, but I don’t do the relationship thing. I do the fucking. That is it. If you can’t handle that, then you need to rethink being here,” I tell him honestly.

He swallows, pausing for a moment. “I’m good. I guess I just read your signals wrong.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

I give him a brief nod. “Okay, well, I need to get ready. So I might catch you later,” I say dismissively.

He nods, giving me a small smile, and leaves.

I exhale a long breath before heading into the shower.

I’m going to have to give him some distance for a while, which is a shame because out of the three of them, he is the best at oral.

After a quick shower to wash away the smell of sex, I change into my black leggings and black tank top.

I put back on my favourite stiletto boots and spritz some perfume, quickly grabbing my denim jacket as I leave my room, not bothering to reapply my make-up.

As I walk into the main bar area, Eden’s head snaps up. She rolls her eyes. “You look like a cross between Catwoman and Sandy from Grease .”

I look down at my outfit. “It’s just a black top and leggings.” I shrug.

She shakes her head. “In them heels it’s more than just a black top and leggings.”

“Well, I’m comfy, and I like it, so who gives a shit?” I state.

“And that is why you can pull off any outfit. Your level of fucks is at a perfect zero.” Eden grins.

“Well, that is the perfect level.” I smirk.

Eden laughs as she bumps her shoulder with mine. “Man, I would kill to have your confidence,” she sighs.

“Ahh, don’t mistake my no fucks with confidence, because those are two very different things. Just because I don’t give a fuck what people think of me doesn’t mean I have the confidence,” I point out. “And you could wear this outfit and look good,” I add.

Eden snorts. “With these?” she asks, pointing to her very large and ample chest. “I wear anything that is slightly revealing or clings too much to these, it’s like men have an open invitation to stare.

Hell, even women stare. It’s just easier for me to blend into the background when I keep things covered up,” she explains.

“Well, if my hooters were as ample as yours, I’d have those babies jiggling about everywhere.” I laugh, and Eden joins me, shaking her head.

“You have more than enough to jiggle. You don’t need any more.”

“Do I even want to know what you are talking about?” Betsy asks as she comes up behind me.

“We are talking about jiggling our tits,” I say with a straight face.

Betsy pushes her glasses up her nose and rolls her eyes, like she’s not surprised by our conversation.

“Come on, let’s go meet Miss Sparks and hear what she has to say,” I sigh.

“Nathaniel is driving us. He’s waiting out in the van,” Eden states. I let out a groan. Eden pauses and looks at me. “What?” she asks.

“He got a little clingy back in my room. I was going to try and keep my distance from him,” I briefly explain.

“Well, he’s just driving us. You don’t need to fuck him,” Eden says sharply.

I blanche a little at her sharp tone, and she shakes her head.

“What I’m trying to say is, he’s just driving, so you don’t even need to talk to him,” she adds.

“And I hope he gets over it because it would be a shame to lose him,” Eden states.

I smirk. “He’s good with his mouth, isn’t he?”

“Sweet lord, that man deserves awards for what he can do with his tongue,” Eden agrees.

“Can we talk about something that isn’t sex?” Betsy complains.

“How about dicks? Can we talk about dicks?” I ask mockingly. Betsy gives me a look that says she’s about to kick me in the cooter. “Love you.” I grin. She rolls her eyes and climbs into the back of the van. I climb in, feeling Daniel’s eyes on my behind. “Eyes to yourself, Daniel,” I chastise.

“It’s Nathaniel,” Eden whispers in my ear.

“I mean, er, Nathaniel,” I correct myself.

“You know, if you were a man, you’d be a sexist pig,” Betsy states.

I look at her. “If I were a man, I wouldn’t ever have to explain myself,” I counter.

Eden clips her seat belt in. “She’s got a point there.” She nods, agreeing with me.

“You know, maybe you should try enjoying a lap dog. Daniel will happily lie still while you just nestle down on his face. You don’t even have to see his dick,” I say quietly so he doesn’t hear.

“It’s fucking Nathaniel, you twat,” Eden sighs.

“Sorry, I really don’t mean to, but they do sound the same.” I wince in apology.

“It doesn’t matter who he is or how good he is with his tongue. I don’t want any man,” Betsy cuts in.

I look to Eden, and we lean in. “Would you rather a woman? Because there are some bars we could go to and find you someone that appeals to you,” I offer.

Betsy groans and bangs her head against the side of the van. “If someone could just crash into the van now, that would be great,” she mutters to herself.

“Oh honey, it’s okay to be gay. We won’t see you any differently. Be you, be happy,” I coo.

“I’m not gay!” Betsy snaps. “I just don’t want a man in any way. Okay?”

I hold up my hands, palms up in surrender. “Okay, okay. We just love you and want you happy.”

Betsy sighs. “I know, I know.

“How about a good vibrator instead?” Eden suggests.

I click my fingers. “Yes! Who needs a man or woman when you have batteries?” I grin.

Betsy laughs and shakes her head. “Sure, but whatever you buy, I’ve probably already got it.”

“Oooh, our girl is kinky!” I tease.

“Er, I don’t mean to interrupt, but we are ten minutes from our location,” Nathaniel states over his shoulder.

“Okay, thanks, Nathaniel.” I nod.

“There you go! Finally, you got it right,” Eden praises.