Ransomed MC Princess #1 (3 page)

“What the fuck was that?” I hiss, pointing down the hall “his perfect, little greedy cunt” had fled.

“You really need me to tell you, princess?”

His mouth quirks up beautifully as he chuckles, softening his severe expression and…

And what the fuck was up with that thought?
Damien has a nasty, dark-overlord face, like he’s plotting to kidnap the kingdom’s princess and lock her in his pleasure-torture dungeon to have his wicked way with her. Nothing can soften that kind of evil.

As if to prove this, his smile twists into a challenge.

A shiver races down my spine. Oh God, it was freaky how accurate that description of him was!

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Princess?”

Pleasure?
How could he refer what just happened as pleasure? It was some sort of cruel Medieval torture! “I’m not tolerating this behavior from you anymore.”

“What behavior?”

“You know what I mean. Don’t try to be cute with me.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not the one tryin’ to be cute. You’re the one havin’ fuckin’ sleepovers at a Motorcycle Club and complainin’ when a man lets off a little steam after a day of hard work.”

“Oh don’t even give me that. I work in the shop plenty, and you don’t see me dragging men back to my room cavewoman style to fuck.”

“Maybe if you did you wouldn’t be wound up so tight.”

My mouth drops open. “Excuse me?”

He drinks me in with his hooded gaze. “You heard me, Princess. I’ll be happy to work out your issues with you, anytime, anywhere.”

Anger swells inside me.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did my offer upset you?”

“What do you think? That wasn’t an offer. It was an insult.”

“Remember that time you sliced some strawberries in half and drew red circles on your cheeks with them? Your face is that red right now. It’s almost cute, actually.”

I frown. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

The left corner of his lip curls up. “I bet I know a few other ways to make you red.”

“Like what?” I respond, oddly choked. “Raspberries, blueberries, bananas? Oh wait, only the first one will make me red.”

“Oh, I bet I could make all of them make you red. If you feel more comfortable starting with fruit, we can definitely do that.”

His eyes dip below my chest, below my belly button, all the way down to…

Oh God, was he looking at me
there
? And why the fuck was my “there” freaking out over the fact that he was looking at it? My core clenched and got all swollen and soft and tender like overripe…

No, I will not say it! I refuse to even think it!

“I prefer eating my fruit, thank you!” I tell him.

He looks up with a wolfish grin. “So do I.”

I leap back into the wall. “I don’t know what you mean—”

His tongue flicks against his bottom lip as he moves forward. “Oh, you know my meaning exactly, Princess.”

“I do not!” I answer, forgetting whatever I was about to say before. “I can’t even believe you would suggest that I would know about a thing like that! It’s so freaking lewd and disgusting and…”

And he was suddenly way too close.

My back molds to the wall. He parks his elbow right next to my temple. I tilt my head up to look at his face, and the second I do I regret it. Dark, emerald eyes lock in on me, and I feel the heat of his gaze all the way to my core.

Feeling like you’re about to orgasm from something as elementary as a look is bad enough, but when the person who made you feel that way is your sworn enemy? It’s beyond embarrassing. It’s betrayal. Your body is supposed to do what you tell it to, not go off and decide to shoot off fireworks of pleasure for gigantic assholes who take a different girl home every night to loudly “work off some steam” in the room next to yours and…

I whimper.

Fuck! How could I have just made such a disgusting, breathy, slutty noise right in front of him! I locked my legs to keep my knees from giving out and looked down, straight at his muscled, tattooed chest.

Fuck! That’s also a bad place to look! I shut my eyes trying to shut out the disgusting images flashing in my suddenly perverted mind.

“How do you know those things are lewd and disgusting if you don’t know what they are?”

My tongue snakes between my parted lips.

“You gonna answer me, Princess? Or are you just gonna keep lickin’ your lips like you’re thinkin’ ‘bout fruit?”

I moan from hate and disgust as my core sparks! What was this, the fucking Fourth of July? “You’re gross,” I tell him.

“I think we’ve already established that you think my nocturnal activities—”

“And diurnal activities!” I interrupt.

“—Are disgusting,” he finishes.

“Abhorrent,” I add.

“Completely dirty,” he whispers, running a hand up the side of my arm to my chin and tilting it up. His eyes lose focus as they lock on my lips. “And
filthy
.”

I shiver in his rough grip. Those stupid words I’d said so carelessly as a child came back to haunt me.

I’ll show you filthy ways
, he’d said.
I’ll make you beg for them
.

“You could go home, you know,” he continues. “Cheyenne’s got that cozy little place in the suburbs far, far away from me. I bet the walls of your bedroom are still painted pink. Bet your blankets are still pink, too, and bet you still got that picture of the two of us the first time you went fishing on your dresser.”

“I only still have that picture because I caught a really big fish. You just happen to be in it.”

“If it helps you sleep at night, you keep tellin’ yourself that.”

My eyes narrow. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He plants his other tattooed hand on the other side of my head, caging me in. “I know why you stay here instead of at home, Princess. Why you can’t say away despite all your big talk. Why you haven’t cried to daddy about how much my diurnal and nocturnal activities bother you so much.”

“I’m no snitch, and this is my club, not yours. I grew up here too. I’m not gonna let you scare me off just because you fuck like a freak!”

His eyes grow dark. I can see the muscles in his tattooed arms tighten. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

I take in a rapid, indignant breath. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re whole body’s screamin’ for it, but you’re so goddamn stubborn you can’t even hear it.”

I tremble.

“Or maybe you do hear it, and you’re just scared—so fuckin’ scared—that you’ve decided to pretend like you can’t.”

I open my mouth, about to tell him all the ways in which he’s wrong, when he grabs my hips and pushes me up against the wall, sliding his hard body into mine. I moan as my legs wrap around his strong torso, feet curling around his knees, back arching so my chest hits his.

“Look at me,” he demands.

The button of his jeans hits my clit, and below that I feel the outline of his impossibly long erection pressing up against my ass. Instinctively, my fingers dig into his back as I squeeze my aching core.

“I said look at me.”

I do. We’re face to face, now. Me, held captive against the wall. Him, looking into my eyes with raw lust.

“Beg for it,” he whispers, voice as ruthless and wild as his eyes, “and it’s yours.”

MC Princesses do a lot of things. Fix motorbikes. Keep the crazy motherfuckers in their club in line. They don’t beg for anything. So I tell him, “I don’t want anything from you.”

He grins, slowly. “Yeah, Princess. You do.”

“No I don’t!” Why was my voice so high and squeaky, and why didn’t he believe me!?!

His eyes take me in again. “Know what you want, and I can give it to you. Pretty, perfect, pampered little princess wants to know what it’s like to get taken by a man.”

My nostrils start to flare. Damn! MC Princesses weren’t supposed to do ugly shit like that either!

“You wanna get fucked,” he clarifies, as if such a vile statement needed clarification. “To be one of those bitches screamin’ as I slam into them, fuckin’ ‘em s hard they’ll never forget the feel of my big, thick cock inside ‘em.”

“And what?” I ask, voice still too high and breathless for such a sassy reply, “You think you’re the only man with a dick?”

“I’m the only man with a dick who will give it to you the way you want,” he vows with such certainty I almost believe it. “Beg me for it, Princess. Right now. I’ll give you everythin’ you’ve been dyin’ for and I’ll give you more.”

This couldn’t be happening! My pussy tightens, aching and already begging for the degrading things he just said to me. Have I really been dying for this? To be one of his toys? Would I sacrifice my dignity for one sweaty, hot night of getting fucked against the wall, screamin’ out as he ruthlessly drains me of my inhibitions and replaces them with wild need?

My traitorous body screams: HELL YEAH!

“Come on, Princess.” He lifts one hand and traces the path of the bead of sweat that just rolled between my breasts. “Let me show you just how filthy both of us can be.”

For a second, my mind goes blank.

Filthy.

Where have I heard that before?

You’ve got a filthy mouth, and you’ve got filthy ways.

No. You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I remember the promise Damian gave me almost a decade ago.
I promise to make you beg for my filthy ways.

Oh god, you have got to be kidding me! Was this was all just some elaborate joke to him! “You’re childish, and pathetic, and just plain mean. I can’t believe you just…just…I don’t even know how to describe the awful thing you just did to me but that doesn’t matter! What matters is I can’t believe you just did all of that just to prove a point you tried to make when we were kids!”

He frowns. “The fuck?”

I unwind my legs from his and bring my elbow down on his shoulder, hard. “Filthy ways? Think I wouldn’t remember?”

His frown deepens as he sets me down.

“You may always keep your promises, but you know what else you’ve always been able to keep? Your ability to be an asshole!” I spin around, storming down the hall back to my room.

“I’m right next door. Anytime, Princess. Any fuckin’ time.”

I open my door and make the mistake of looking at him one last time. His cocky smile is back, but for some reason it isn’t quiet reaching his eyes.

“Fuck you!” I scream as I slam my door.

Then, I glare at Candy. “Fuck him!”

Candy’s sitting on my bed with her hands folded in her lap, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, dark eyes lookin’ all innocent. “Hey sweetie…”

“He is an asshole and you…you…” I whisper, “You let me go out there.”

“That isn’t entirely true. I tried to stop you.”

“But you didn’t, and when you failed, you didn’t even follow. Why did you freaking
abandon
me?”

Candy takes a deep breath. “It looked like things were finally going to come to a head, you know? All this back and forth for so many years—”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Alright girl, calm down.”

“How can I be calm? Did you see what just happened out there?”

“No I did
not
see it because I stayed in here like a sane person who values her life.”

“What do you mean? How is your life at risk?
I’m
the one who’s being hunted here!”

“Yeah, you’re being hunted,” Candy starts, “but have you ever wondered if maybe the reason why you’re being hunted so hard is because you want to get caught?”

My body tightens. Everywhere. As Damien’s words slither through my head and coil around my core, squeezing until all I can think of are the feeling of his hands on my neck, my hips, and all the places I wish he’d touched.

Wait, scratch that. I sure as shit don’t want that asshole to touch me anywhere!

“There’s a lot of chemistry between you two. Everyone knows but you, apparently,” Candy says.

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on, girl! Let’s reason this out for a second. How does Damien make you feel?”

I ponder this for all of 0.1 seconds. “He makes me feel like I need to break things.”

“No! You’re not being honest! It’s like you’re a fucking brick wall or something! Nothing gets through you!”

“That is so mean and not even close to being true.”

“God damnit! You know that this isn’t the case! How do you really feel about him? When you hear those girls screaming next door, what does it make your body do?”

Tighten. My body tightens
. There’s no way I’m saying that out loud.

“And what do you want to do?” Candy continues.

“K-kill him,” I stutter as my legs tightened. But my mind answers the rest of her question.
I want to grab his head and stuff it between my legs. I want to know what it’s like to be ride to heaven on the tip of his tongue. And I want him to take me, fucking take all of me, hard and fast and relentless and wild.

“Oh shit,” I whisper.

“See? You want him bad, girl!”

Did I want him bad?

Do you even need to answer that?

I drop my face into my hands. “Oh shit.”

Candy isn’t done yet. “You wanna feel his cock moving in and out and—”

“Okay, you’ve made your point! Stop now, please!”

Candy shrugs. “There’s one way to end this. It’s fast. It’s dirty. It will feel amazing.”

I look up, desperate. “It’s not what I’m thinking, is it?”

“I don’t know, were you thinking about letting him fuck you?”

“Oh god!” I groan. It
was
what I was thinking. “There has to be another way.”

Candy taps her finer on her bottom lip for a moment. “Well…maybe…” she whispers.

“What did you just say?”

“Hey, it’s not set in stone yet! I don’t know if this will work!”

I leap up and grab her. “Tell me! It will work. I
know
it will work! I
will fucking make it
work!”

“God, stop being so creepy,” she shoos me off. “Now, here’s the thing. You’re not the only one who’s unsatisfied here.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”