Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

Magenta was strong. She didn’t take shit unless she knew there’d be a payoff. She was the star of The Pole Barn. Madam Belle’s most expensive whore. The woman every man wanted and few could afford.

She didn’t do pity fucks.

She’d done Quake because she’d wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Learn if gargoyles really were that different. And oh, my God. Were they ever. She’d never had cock like that in her life, not in all the years she’d been sexually active. Candy, that lucky bitch, was their regular go-to when the Hell’s Fury MC members came to the club. She was a favorite because she could handle being tag-teamed or gang-banged and more than a few of them liked to share.

Which was fine with Candy. Her motto was the more, the merrier.

Khan jacked his hips, pumping into her, oblivious that she could put him so easily from her mind. “That’s it, bitch,” he growled, picking up speed and slamming into her. “Phantom was right. That’s premium pussy. Some bidder’s gonna pay top dollar for you. Here. Let’s see what you can do with that mouth.”

His warning served as her reality check, pulling her from her reverie and forcing her back to the present. Slipping free of her pussy, he sat on the bed and shoved her onto the floor. She grunted with pain, landing on the gritty tile hard enough to bruise her knees.

At least she didn’t have cum running out of her box. He’d stopped before he climaxed.

“Blow me,” he ordered. “And no teeth if you know what’s good for you.”

Fisting her hair, he pulled her face to his lap and forced his cock into her mouth, driving deep enough to trigger her gag reflex and cut off her air. Chuckling when he made her eyes tear and her nose run, he pulled her off and shoved in again, scraping her palate and poking her tonsils, feeding her his length. Controlling her with his hold, he fucked her face, jacking his hips, breath hissing between his teeth as he drove himself to completion.

The break in his rhythm warned her that he was on the verge of coming. He grunted his release, shooting his wad in her mouth, filling it to overflowing.

“Fuck,” he drawled, shuddering to a finish. “Now swallow. That’s it, bitch. Drink it down. Every drop or you’ll be licking it from the floor.”

Magenta performed that service, swallowing his cum and pretending that it didn’t turn her stomach. Screwing Quake had been a blessing and a bane. He was her new measuring stick, the man every other john would have to compete with.

She didn’t know if anyone could compare to him.

Khan wasn’t even close.

Ignorant of the fact, he pulled her up and threw her over his lap with her hips over one denim-clad thigh and her boobs hanging clear of the other. When she bent her elbows and pushed up with her forearms, Khan growled a warning and walloped her ass.

“Settle, slut,” he ordered, smacking her again. “Or you’re gonna get the buckle end of my belt.”

Magenta went perfectly still, not daring to breathe until she was certain he wouldn’t follow through on his threat. The President of the Death’s Head MC Valley of Fire Chapter was a kinky fucker with a spanking fetish. He blistered her bottom, setting it on fire before he was done. Admiring his handprints reddening her ass, he ordered her to stay put and found some rough jute rope.

Just her luck, he had a bondage fetish too.

The bastard bound her wrists together and tied her to one of the upright bars on his headboard. Securing her to a single point let him flip her front to back without undoing his knot. He positioned her on her back at first so that he could maul her breasts, biting them, sucking them, fastening his mouth here and there, and leaving hickeys.

Satisfied that he’d marked her up, he flipped her onto her stomach. Reaching for the lube, he squirted some in her crack, dragged his glans through it, and zeroed in on his target. Guiding his cock to her backdoor, he made her squeal when he lunged, brutally thrusting inside her, not stopping until he was buried balls-deep in her ass.

“Oh, yeah,” he crooned, pulling halfway out and slamming back in again. “I figured you’d be loose as a goose with all the men you handle but your twat’s snug and your ass is nice and tight.”

He shunted in again, enjoying the feel of it.

Magenta focused on yielding, keeping tension from making it worse. He wasn’t a paying john but her job right now was to lie here and take him. She wouldn’t put it past Khan to mark her permanently, carve her up, or brand her. She’d prefer to come out of this alive with the fewest injuries and scars as she could.

Magenta was used to servicing clients. She leased out her body every night. Well, Madam Belle rented it for her. But Khan’s talk of a bidder made her certain that he planned to sell her. And when that happened, she’d be someone’s slave with no rights. No freedom to make decisions of her own. No choice to go or stay. She’d be some rich man’s fucktoy, forced to submit, to do whatever he demanded, no matter how depraved.

She couldn’t live like that. She’d die in captivity.

Her only chance was to escape. The only way she could do that was to wear Khan out, make him so tired she could sneak out of the clubhouse while everyone slept and head for the hills.

She promised him if he cleaned up, she’d give him the blow job of his dreams. She swallowed his dick and kept on going until she’d gotten him hard again. Spreading her legs, she begged him to bang her pussy, then rolled onto her stomach and teased him until he was hard enough to ream out