Hunted (Dauntless MC Book 1) (9 page)

“Even if the motherfucker is stupid enough to come after her, he can’t get to her here at the compound,” Tiny spoke as he eyed Grace.

“He better not come up in here after lawyer lady or he’ll get his ass blown off.” Grace eyed Raven, clearly shocked that she had stuck up for her.

“Do you think he would?” Grace eyed Talon for reassurance. “Come after me, I mean?”

“I’ll kill him if he gets anywhere near you.” The cold, black intensity she saw in his eyes let her know that he meant business.

“You are only allowed to go to work, girl. I’ll drive you and I’ll pick you up. As much as I hate riding in a cage, I’m not willing to take any chances.”

“A cage? Grace questioned.

“It’s what we call a car. I like the open road and the free feeling I get being on my bike, not closed up in a fucking cage. Soon, very soon, I’ll be getting you on the back of my bike.”

“Yep, live free and ride free,” Tiny agreed, raising his cup and saluting it in Talon’s direction.

“Come on, girl.” Talon grabbed Grace’s hand and led her away to around the side of the compound, grabbing two longnecks from a barrel of ice as they went.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Stargazing.”

He led her to the outside stairs that went up to the roof and they found a spot in the corner. The clear, cool night gave way to a view that those in the city would die for. Talon pulled Grace back between his legs and set her back against his large chest. They took a moment and reveled in the silence of a night that held only the far away voices of bikers partying and crickets chirping. It was easy for her to see why Talon had chosen this life of freedom even though it went against society’s grain.

A woman’s laughter cut through the air and a couple joined them on the roof, unaware of their presence. Grace watched with curiosity as the woman’s beer induced giggles got louder as the man tossed her down on all fours after peeling her out of the jeans she was wearing.

She could feel her breathing becoming heavy as she watched him mount her from behind, slapping her ass as he pushed his hardened cock into her.

Talon’s hand slid her hair back and he began whispering vile obscenities into her ear as his fingers made their way up the flimsy gauze skirt she was wearing.

“Your pussy is soaked, you little voyeur.”

“We shouldn’t be watching them.”

“I told ya, babe… We fight, fuck, eat, shit, and live together—side by side.”

Her breath caught in her chest, as one finger became two and his thumb circled over her nub of nerves. “Gonna make you ride my cock after you come, baby girl. That sweet, little pussy of yours is mine to take whenever I want it. That’s it, baby, pump those hips while I finger fuck you and come for me. I need to fuck you, girl.” She bit into her lip to keep from crying out as her body gave into the pleasure he provided.

Without being told, she stepped out of her panties, pulled his hard cock from his pants, and sat down on him, easing down slowly to allow her body to accommodate his size. “Quit fucking around and ride that cock, girl. Oh hell yeah, that’s it.” He grabbed her hips pumping fiercely up into her. “Show me your titties, baby.” His lips locked down on a nipple as his finger found its way down to the heated mound between her legs. She pressed her face into his chest and cried out as an orgasm racked her body at the time he found his release.

Her body swooned into his chest as he leisurely petted her hair and eyed the stars. They had given in to the freedom of the night and the freedom that comes with being part of the Dauntless MC club.

The convict was finding out very quickly that being free wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. As fate would have it though, the warehouse he had rented when he went into jail, awaiting his sentencing, was still empty.

He knew the press had carried the story about the atrocious things that had been done in that warehouse. He also knew, many times, property where murders had been committed wouldn’t sell. Hell, half the time you couldn’t give them away.

He made his way through cabinets and cubbyholes to get everything prepared for later and what he would be inflicting on his next victim. He was hungry for blood and he couldn’t wait until he got his hands on the hot, little, ICE agent.

His newfound freedom from jail, mixed with the yearning he had for Justine, had his emotions all over the place and was making him crave a kill. Much like a junkie in need of their drug of choice, he felt the symptoms of withdrawal setting in.

There was always a surefire way to find a victim when a man was hungry for blood and that was going to the strip. A prostitute would always get in a car and for the right amount of money, they would go to any location the john wanted.

He made his way over to a corner where a broken slab of concrete revealed an area of dirt floor. He dug, much like a dog digging for a bone, dirt flying up around him as he anxiously anticipated what he would find in the metal box he had hidden—the money and drugs he had placed there for a day just like today.

His fingers hit the precious metal that would bring him the drug he needed to hold him over until he could attain the blood he craved. He slowly brushed the dirt from the top and opened the lid to reveal the large roll of bills and a baggie stuffed full of OxyContin. Though some junkies preferred to crush the pills and shoot them, he just popped three in his mouth knowing the ride would begin soon enough.

The journey of finding prey and subjecting her to all of his sick and depraved desires would be as much fun as the high from the pills, probably more so. He slumped back down onto the floor as he let his mind wander. What made a serial killer? Was it nature or nurture? God knows he had grown up under the worst of circumstances. His dad had been a worthless drunk who used him as a punching bag to release his frustrations.

Over time, he had become angry, so fucking angry. It had happened one day after an especially brutal beating—the unleashing of the monster that dwelt within him. He had seen the neighbor’s cat from where he was hiding under the porch. It hadn’t taken much to coax the animal over. He just clicked his tongue and the creature was rubbing up against his leg. He reached over, grabbed him, circling his hands around the unsuspecting animal’s neck, and began to squeeze. Watching that cat’s eyes grow big and his claws extract had soothed the monster within him.

That was the day he learned that he didn’t need to carry the anger within him. He could make someone else pay instead. It was the day he went from becoming a helpless little boy to an in control young man. He felt no remorse, only relief. No longer was he going to be anyone’s victim. He finally had the one thing that he had never been able to attain but had always coveted—control.

Grace sat at her desk looking over Talon’s case file. The closer they became, the more she pondered how smart falling in love with a biker was. The odd thing about it was that she could never remember being in love… until now.

It was odd how it was a man that society deemed a violent criminal that turned out to be the one she felt she could trust. Talon offered her more safety and security than she had ever experienced. She had been robbed of a family due to her father’s choice to walk out on her and her mother and start over as if they had never existed. If she were to be completely honest with herself, she’d admit it wasn’t just Talon who was drawing her in, it was the whole club.

She was looking forward to the bridal shower she would be attending tonight. Tiny was finally going to make an honest woman of Raven and put a ring on her finger. They were already a married couple in the eyes of the club but a marriage certificate would give Raven privileges that she wouldn’t have as just an old lady. It was a way of securing rights to him if he was ever jailed for any illegal activities. It was insurance and right now, with the way things were going with the ICE agent, everyone in the club was on high alert.

“Hey girl, I halfway expected you to be wearing leather pants and riding in on the back of a Harley.”

“It might do you some good to get out of that uptight garb you wear, Luke. Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to take a walk on the wild side?”

“I’m saving that side of myself for you, babe.” Luke stood and intently eyed Grace from the doorway, the attraction he had been fighting towards her for a long time evident in his gaze. She didn’t even know he felt the way he did and the shock on her face revealed that fact.

“Luke, what are you saying?”

“I think we both know what I’m saying; I’m saying be careful. The people you’re associating with are criminals.”

“They’re not criminals. They’re people who have chosen to live a lifestyle outside of what society views as normal.”

“Yeah, you should do more homework on your boyfriend. Illegal arms trade is against the law.”

“And you should probably consider the source of your information, an ICE agent on the take. At least my boyfriend, as you call him, is straight up about who he is and doesn’t hide behind a badge.”

“You know the funny thing about it is when it all falls apart, and it will, I’ll be here for you.” Luke turned and made his way out of the office before she had a chance to answer him.

Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the statement about the illegal sales of guns bothered her. Maybe she did need to do more homework on Talon.

“Get your fucking ass in the car. We’re going home.” Justine waited until they were seated in the car before she addressed her partner.

“You’ve got to stop this obsession you have with me.”

Derrick slowly turned and eyed her with brown eyes that sparked with anger. In that moment, he appeared to be more animal than man before he got control and answered, “It’s far too late for that. This has gone far beyond obsession.”

“Why?”

She watched his profile as he drove through traffic, never answering her question. His jaw was set in stone as he clenched the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned a stark white in the darkened car. Her mind ran amok with thoughts of what he had planned for her when they arrived at his home. A man who was crazy enough to mark her with the blade of his knife was certainly crazy enough to hurt her if she ever attempted to escape him.

He pulled into the garage and swiftly got out to make his way to her side of the vehicle. He opened the door and fisted a handful of her hair, cocking her head to the side and studying her face for traces of fear she no doubt exhibited. He could already feel his cock hardening as he reveled in the fact that she was terrified of him. It was true; he was a ticking time bomb.

“It’s imperative that you follow my commands tonight. I’m going to hurt you but how much I do, depends on your level of obedience.” She nodded her head in understanding as much as his tight grip would permit. “Very good,” he drawled as he ran the pad of his thumb over her jawline.

Derrick led her by the handful of hair he held into the house and up the stairs. He roughly tossed her over towards the bed and sat down on a chair in the corner. “Strip… and do it slowly,” he commanded.

He watched her trembling hands with interest while she unbuttoned the standard white shirt she wore.

“The bra, Justine.”

She reached her hands behind her and unhooked her bra causing her breasts to spill free. “Touch your nipples for me,” he breathed out as he pushed down on his hard cock. She hesitated, overcome with embarrassment, until she looked up and saw the predatory look in his eyes. Her fear escalated when she remembered his warning,
how much I hurt you depends on your obedience.

Her thumbs strummed over her nipples as she watched him make his way around the room, collecting the implements he would need to ensure she was subdued and at his mercy. Though tonight, she doubted there would be much mercy at the hands of the man obsessed with her.

Her fingers trailed down to the zipper on her skirt and she slowly slid it down to reveal the underclothes he demanded she wear for him now. She stepped out of her panties knowing it would be the last thing she removed. He would require her to remain in the thigh highs, garter, and heels she still wore.

In one swift move, he turned her towards the posts at the bed’s footboard and bent her at the waist, pressing her upper body down on the bed. He then restrained her arms so they were spread out like angel wings with the long rope he had attached to the headboard posts. Next came the spreader bar that left her open and vulnerable to him. She could already feel her core clenching in anticipation of the danger he would bring.

He removed his shirt and threw it off to the side before he took off his thick, black, leather belt. He knelt down beside the bed where her face was turned to the side and began the process of antagonizing her with the popping sound he made as he doubled the belt in two and brought his hands together, rapidly snapped them out. He brushed the hair from her eyes as he softly spoke. “You need what I give you—the pain, the pleasure, and the discipline. Relax, kitten, and take what I give you.”

She heard the sound of the swish before the leather connected to her ass. He was careful to stay away from her kidneys as he persisted with delivering precise strokes of pain that would soon give her the endorphin high he had introduced her to. Tears fell from her eyes onto the crisp sheets as her cries for mercy filled the night air.

When he knew she had given into the pain and submitted to the strikes he delivered, he made his way between her legs. It wasn’t necessary for him to spread her folds open with his fingers because he did so with his mouth. Laps of his tongue licked at the wetness she provided and he relished in the taste of the juices flowing from her core. His lips wrapped around her pulsing clit and he sucked until her legs shook with an earth shattering orgasm.

“You’ll need all those juices, my little victim.” He pressed two fingers into her and groaned when he felt her tightness grip him. He added another finger, and then another, as he began to wedge his hand into her opening.

“I can’t take it. I can’t, you’ll split me open. Don’t hurt me.” Yet, her body was allowing him entrance. His fingers moved, making their way into her deepest depths and allowing his hand entrance into a place no man had ever been. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too much for her and she exploded, an avalanche of wet liquid pouring out of her as she squirted. Her whole body convulsed in an orgasm that felt like nothing she had ever experienced. He gently removed his hand and made his way back up to the head of the bed.

Her head was tilted to the side as he squatted his nude body over her where her mouth could reach his cock. “Lick my cock, baby, right under the head.” Her tongue darted out and she greedily took him in her mouth. She never saw the smack coming until it connected with her cheek. Tears streamed from her eyes as he growled, “I said lick, not suck.” She lapped at it in obedience as he stroked it watching her with caution. “That’s it. Now suck, use a pulsing action, and then dart that sweet little tongue of yours under the head.” His strokes became more violent as he cried out, “Open your mouth.” She opened her mouth as he filled it with his seed, purposely allowing some of it to hit her face. He rubbed it into her, purposely defiling her as he spoke. “You’re such a good girl, so clean and pure. It pleases me beyond anything you could realize to defile you, to make you do dirty, perverse things for me that you would never do for any other man. You’re mine, Justine, all of you—your heart, your mind, and now your dirtied and sullied little soul. It’s all mine. You’re all mine.”

Lightning struck outside ominously as if nature itself confirmed his words. He made his way around the bed and started to release her limbs and rub any cramping out.

Neither was aware that a madman—a convict—stood outside the window, hidden by the landscaping, watching them. The villain was horrified by what he had seen. His precious, clean angel was nothing but a whore, a slut, given to base, animalistic urges. His father had been right. Granted, he had been an abusive bastard, but the information he provided while beating him was correct. Women were whores to be used and then cast away when they became tiresome. She had to die. It was the only way to clean her sin-infested soul. Any woman, who would allow a man to do those vile things to her, didn’t deserve to live. The earth had to be cleansed of her type or others would follow in her wayward, immoral footsteps. Yes, her fate had been determined by her behavior. She had to die.