Vicious (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance) by Billie Kasper Read Free Book Online Page A

hungry cunt devour his seed.
     
    We lay there, in each other’s embrace, our afterglow continuing to burn long after the fire fizzled out.
     

 
    Disappearance
     
    The next morning, I awoke in his arms. God, but I felt so warm, so safe and secure in them… Do you remember having a security blanket as a child? This felt like the adult version of that: wrapped up in his strength, in his passion, feeling so perfectly calm and relaxed, knowing that I was protected…
     
    Indeed, I was protected. Protected by all the members of the Jokers, after all. It somehow felt right that Blade had shared me with all of them. I can’t explain it in normal words but you’ve just got to take my word for it: the feeling of community that they shared, that bound them together, it now flowed through me. I was the vessel in which they made their communion.
     
    Yet, I still belonged to Blade. I knew that and I felt it deep in my bones, in every fiber of my aching, well-fucked body.
     
    My lips found their way over to his neck and I began to kiss him, starting to suckle gently at his flesh, nibbling a bit at his neck. He murmured dreamily and awoke, blinking in slight confusion.
     
    “’Morning, sleepy head,” I said cutely, planting a hot kiss on his lips. He returned my kiss slowly, sleepily, teasing and biting at my lips before pushing me away.
     
    “I’ve got to take you back to your parents. This is wrong.”
     
    My eyes widened. My heart began to pound in my chest and I felt tears started to well up, threatening to burst into life like a Dutch dam, just barely held together by a single intrepid little Dutch boy…
     
    “What?!” I all but screamed. “You… You can’t send me back. After all that happened.”
     
    “I know. But I have to. It’s not right… What we did to you. What I did to you.”
     
    My brow wrinkled in disappointment and distaste. Who was he to say what right and wrong was?
     
    “You’re going to get caught up in the crime. You’re not of this life,” Blade said, shaking his head, sighing. “It was wrong to bring you into this. Like I said last night… You’ve got a life. That’s the difference between you and me.”
     
    “But I don’t want that life. I want this life. Here. With you. Wherever you are.”
     
    “No. That’s final.”
     
    He got up to head over to his bike but I threw my arms around his legs, pulling him to the ground and straddling him.
     
    “No!” I cried. “That’s not how this ends…” I all but screamed in his face, slapping him ineffectually. My light, ineffective and untrained blows were nothing to him, I’m sure, but he politely pretended to wither under my pathetic assault.
     
    I was becoming hysterical. I was becoming “one of those girls.” But I didn’t care. I didn’t want this dream to end. I wouldn’t let this dream end.
     
    “No, babe,” Blade growled, catching my hands finally, holding them still, immobilizing them. I felt humiliated by his skill and by the tears rolling down my cheeks, by the burning, embarrassed flush in my face. “This is how it ends. Just pretend it was all a dream.”
     
    “No! No! No!” I screamed as he wrapped his legs around me, using a fancy wrestling move to flip me and pin me beneath him. I sobbed as he produced something from the pocket of his leather jacket—a syringe?! The last thing I remembered was the syringe digging into my hot flesh, my heart pounding, and then everything went black.
     

 
    Re-Awakening
     
    “Sarah… Sarah… Sarah…”
     
    My eyes fluttered open. For a few moments, I saw nothing except hot white light: imagine those golden Christmas lights, but without the individual points, the light bulbs: just the glow of a golden Christmas tree.
     
    “Sarah…”
     
    “Where… Blade… What…”
     
    “Sarah…”
     
    I turned my head right and then left. Had I gone blind?
     
    No, I hadn’t. Gradually, with each passing second, the lights, the glow, it all coalesced into