Guilty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC #3) by Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield Read Free Book Online

didn’t see before. There are ropes tied on the corners of the headboard, but not the hard type. No, these ropes are used for play. A damn near empty bottle of lube is lying near the end of the bed, along with more used condoms than I care to count. It only takes a second for everything to click into place. The boys wanted to play, and they chose her as their third.
    A slight smile spreads across my face as I think back on a young Hack and the things he liked to do to a woman. Not everything was pain free, but it sure the hell was fun. I can’t count how many orgasms that man gave me, but I do know more than a few came along with a rope tied around my wrists and ankles.
    Even though I’ve never taken Smoke to bed and never ever will, I know he is into kink. You hear a lot of stuff when you’re in charge of the women here. Some of it comes with the bite of pain. From time to time, he enjoys having a partner along for the ride. I also know there is no way neither he nor Hack would have done anything to this bitch she didn’t want them to. One fucking no and they would have pulled another girl in to see to their needs.
    “Are you telling me they hurt you?” I ask, keeping my voice deceptively calm.
    “Yes,” she squeals, holding up her hands to show me the bruises. “They even tied me up so I couldn’t get away. They tortured me all night long.”
    “Did you tell them you didn’t like the shit they were doing to you?” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at her. “Did you tell them to stop?”
    Her cheeks redden, but the bitch stands her ground. “Of course, I told them to stop, but they wouldn’t listen.”
    “Get the fuck up,” I order, losing my patience with her.
    She blinks at the harshness in my voice but does as I said. As soon as she stands up, I see small bruises lining the insides of her thighs. For a quick second, I start to doubt myself, but then I look closer and notice the bruises are nothing more than hickeys. Someone spent a lot of time with their mouth between this bitch’s legs.
    Knowing it’s time to do what I’m paid to do, I walk over and send my fist right into the skank’s mouth. Before she hits the ground, I grab her hair and pull her toward the door. As soon as it’s open, I start pulling her down the hall. She staggers along behind me, but even if she didn’t, I’d just drag her ass across the floor. She tries to fight me, but I’m stronger and a hell of a lot smarter. I dodge her fists, and only allow her to sink her teeth into my arm once before I turn and send a hard punch to her ribs.
    By the time we get to the common room, I’ve had all I can handle. I drop her naked ass in the middle of the room and look around, until I see Boz standing by the pool table. He looks at her for a second, before lifting his eyes to me and cocking a brow.
    “She needs to be educated,” I say, blowing out an exasperated breath. “She doesn’t seem to understand the difference between torture and foreplay.”
    Smoke and Hack are in front of me in an instant, both throwing questions my way. I simply shake my head and walk away. They can figure this shit out on their own; my ass is done dealing with these bitches for the day. Hell, maybe forever.
    I head straight to the kitchen and run warm water over the bite mark on my arm, then scrub the hell out of it. Fuck, I hope this skank doesn’t have any diseases. Knowing my luck, I’ll probably get rabies from the bitch. I’m just drying my hands when my phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket, to see my sister’s name flash across the screen.
    “Hey, sweets,” I say, as I place it at my ear and smile. “I’ve been trying to call you for nearly a week.”
    “I told you, Wes and I were taking a cruise,” she says with a huff. “You knew we wouldn’t have any signal until we got back stateside.”
    “Shit, I forgot,” I say, remembering her calling to tell me about their anniversary cruise. She was so excited that I could only make