Turning Point: BBW Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance (2 page)

“Please let me leave,” she asked, trying not to beg.

“No.”

She was taken aback at his short answer. Her eyes went to his, and she could see he did not intend to move anywhere.

“I have to go.” She tried to sound convincing, but she came over as weak.

“Too bad,” he said.

A thrill passed through her body. “What are you going to do to me?” She wanted to know, but fear still gripped her. It was ridiculous to think he would have the same thing in mind that she did. He could have any woman he wanted, by force if he so desired, she had no illusions that he was nothing short of dangerous. Why would he look twice at someone like her? However, he was looking more than twice, and her body responded to him in a way she could not control.

“Whatever you want me to do to you,” he answered insolently.

“Let me go,” she squeaked, her voice out of control in the same way the rest of her body was around him.

“That’s not what you want.”

“Yes, it is.”

“You can lie to yourself, but don’t bother to try it with me. I’m a lying, stealing, cheat, and because of that I have a sixth sense when it comes to bullshit.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“No? Why did you come into my office?”

She could not answer, not without making trouble for Stan and Rob. But why should she protect them? Rob had obviously abandoned her, and lied to her. The jacket was not part of their initiation into this motorcycle club. They had used her. What did they have against this man standing before her, undressing her with his eyes?

Faith was about to find out.

His eyes slid around her and spotted the leathers on the back of his chair. He pushed past her, she could have run, but knew she would not get far. His men were outside, and even if she left the building, she would not get away. That was why she didn’t move when she had the chance, it had nothing to do with the images that slipped, unbidden, into her head of this man taking her clothes off and making love to her.

“Is that what you came here for?” He dragged the jacket off the chair and threw it down at her feet, then he spat on it. “You belong to the Cult Castaways?”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” she said, unsure of what he meant. Then her gaze caught the colours on the jacket, and the writing emblazoned across the back, a different club entirely. “I didn’t know what it was.”

“You put another club’s colours in our territory. Do you have any idea the repercussions this will have?” His voice was rough, and the tension in the room kicked up a notch, this was obviously worse than she thought.

She shook her head, unable to form words in her brain. The look in his eyes had switched from menacing to deadly. He did not have to explain how bad this was about to get. She had been well and truly stitched up; the question was whether the repercussions would be full of pleasure, or pain.

“Let’s go find out.” He kicked the jacket towards her. “Pick it up.”

She leaned down and grabbed it, clutching it tightly to her as he grabbed her arm roughly and propelled her out of his office.

The bar was fuller now, about twice the number of men than had originally been present when she had arrived with Rob. A quick glance around confirmed he had run off, she was alone and at the mercy of these men now. No one to stand up for her, no one to help her, not that Rob would have done so anyway. He would happily have sat by and let her take the rap.

Everyone turned and looked when Snake banged his fist down hard on the bar.

“We have a problem,” he said, not shouting, but his voice loud and carrying the subtle control of a leader.

A hush fell over the room. Faith trembled under the hostile glare of the thirty odd men surrounding her. Only the strong grip of his hand on her arm kept her upright. Her knees wanted to buckle under her and allow her to drop to the floor.

“The Cult Castaways have sent us a message. They have desecrated our church with their property.”

A loud murmur filled the bar; Faith could hardly breathe as she awaited her fate. A sudden shock filled her. What if he planned to give her to the mob before her? Allow them to do what they wanted with her. The thought of being gang raped was not appealing in anyway. She had misjudged the whole thing, he did not want her curvy body, but the men before her would happily each take a piece of her, there was plenty to go round.

Faith turned her gaze on him, her eyes appealing to any shred of decency this man might have, but she saw none. He was not compassionate, he was their leader, and she had committed a crime against the motorcycle club, which was severe indeed.

He turned to Faith. “You have one chance to tell us who put you up to this. Name the Castaway who told you to do this, and I’ll go easy on you.”

Faith felt tears prick her eyes. There was no way she could tell on Rob, because to do so would be to land Stan in trouble too. No doubt, he would wind up in prison again if he got himself mixed up in a fight between rival gangs. However, the real hurt came from the fact they had both betrayed her, and then left her to deal with the consequences. Not only was she invisible, she was also worthless to them. Managing to stifle a sob, she lifted her chin defiantly, and said, “It was my idea, no one else’s.”

Silence. Looking around she saw nothing unusual, no knight in shining armour coming to her rescue, no Rob or Stan bursting through the door to claim responsibility. Let them do what they wanted. It didn’t matter.

The change in her captor’s voice was obvious. “You’re telling me you came here of your own accord and left the Castaway’s colours here?”

“Yes.”

“Why do it?”

“To prove that I could.” It was not far from the truth.

“For what reason, they don’t let women in. Someone must have put you up to it?” he asked again.

“No.”

“So you are willing to take the consequences?”

He moved closer, and she felt consumed with that terrible desire for him again. For him she would bend over and let him take her, and enjoy it. But the other men? For a moment, she wavered, and he saw it. She expected him to press the advantage home, to break her and make her tell him everything. Instead he let it go, turning back to the group in front of them.

“Here, take their property and burn it. Deliver it back to them as ashes.” He grabbed the leathers from her hand and threw it at the now baying mob. “And I will claim the rest of their property.”

Faith knew instantly he meant her. She should have been afraid, but she wanted to know what it was like to be taken by this man. She only hoped it would end there, that the others would not take their turn after.

He had never wanted a woman like her before. To put it bluntly, and he was always blunt, she was not his type. Not in the way she probably thought, he could see how uncomfortable she was in the outfit she wore, how she unconsciously kept tugging the hem of that ridiculously short skirt down to try to cover her lush thighs.

No, that was not it at all. It was her innocence.

She might well claim she had come here of her own accord, but she was lying. So why didn’t he break her and make her spill the information? Because he wanted her.

Here in front of his men, his brothers, he wanted to fuck her. To teach her what she was getting messed up in, and make sure she was in no doubt as to where she belonged. Under him, around his cock.

He could smell her, fear mixed with arousal, and it turned him on like nothing he had ever known. So yes, he could break her, easily. However, he wanted to enjoy himself first, it had been a long time since sex had been anything other than a physical release for him.

Women were easy, too easy, but this one, with her pleading eyes, and her full breasts, this one he could imagine making him feel alive again. Not the jaded President of the Dread Cult MC’s. He needed to move on and be something more. Those feelings had been growing in him for some time. As much as he loved the club, he wanted something more, and until he had set eyes on her, he hadn’t known what.

Now that he did, he would pursue it with reckless abandon. It’s how he had ended up where he was now, and he was going to enjoy every moment of the pursuit. Starting with teaching her why they called him Snake.

Snake gripped her arm tighter, and propelled her forward towards the pool table. Turning her around, so her back pressed against it, he looked down at her skirt. “Take it off.”

“Wh...what?” she stammered, unable to think straight. She could not be naked, not here in front of all these men.

“Take off your skirt, and whatever you have on under it.” She still hesitated, so he added. “Or I will rip them off.”

The weakness in her knees returned. Oh Lord, she knew he would do it, and she wanted him to. Tear her clothes off, strip her naked, and then do what? Her body turned to liquid fire just imagining it.

He took one more menacing step towards her. “If I have to rip your clothes off, you will be walking home naked.”

Slowly, she unzipped her skirt, and wiggled to get it down over her hips. It slid to the floor, and she felt the eyes of everyone in the room on her, waiting for the next piece of her clothing to come off.

She couldn’t do it. There was no way she could stand in front of so many men with nothing covering her private parts. And they were private, no man had ever seen her naked, even Rob had taken her she had remained under the covers with the lights off.

Snake was losing patience. Her hands trembled as she hooked them through the elastic of her panties, but could not find the courage to pull them down, despite the look on his face. He moved into her personal space, and her arousal kicked up another notch. The closeness of him, the smell of him was overwhelming. This was a real man, and he wanted her, to punish her in his own particular way.

Faith looked him in the eye, and then slid her panties off, completely shutting everyone else out of her mind. Instead, she convinced herself it was just the two of them in the room.

Snake dropped his gaze to look at her, Faith new her short top in no way covered her, she was completely open to his hot stare. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands, but knew any attempt would make things worse. His hands would pry hers away, and then they would touch her there. She closed her eyes, trying to push these images away.

How could she want this so much?

Her heart raced, and her breathing became heavy, her breasts heaving as she struggled for air. She knew she should grab her clothes and run, this was not the movies, and Snake was not some happy ending waiting for her. This could only end in heartbreak and immediate degradation. Yet she did want him, to feel what it was like to have a man like this, not for pity. How much more passionate would sex be when it was an act of revenge.

She was about to find out.

He came to her, his hand sliding between her thighs, and she parted them for him. Feeling like his own personal whore, she allowed him to slide inside her heated sex and feel how wet she was. It would be proof enough that she wanted him, and once again, she closed her eyes, this time to shut out her embarrassment. She had no right to find his finger slipping in and out of her so enjoyable.

He worked it nice and deep, and she moved again to allow him to push in a little bit more.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.

She did. Looking into his deep, dark eyes, she could have been looking into the dark depths of hell. There was no kindness there, only victory. She was lost.

“You like that?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

“I can tell you do. You’re so wet, and ready for it.” He eased another finger inside her. “You know why they call me Snake?”

She nodded.

“Good. Now I’m gonna finger you some to stretch you, ‘cos you’re so tight, this might hurt a little.”

With that, he pressed deeper, his fingers moving wider, circling to stretch her inner walls. She tried to relax, to let herself enjoy it. Because it was enjoyable, pleasurable in a way she could never have known. Rob had simply pushed into her, no foreplay, nothing, but a grunt and a searing pain as he broke her. This, despite everything, was more sensual, and she felt closer to Snake than she ever had to Rob.

Her hips moved, and she pushed down onto his fingers, circling her hips to get maximum pleasure from the moment. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, to be with a man who could make her come hard. He was performing in front of his men; his reputation would surely allow nothing but her ultimate pleasure.

Afterwards she would walk away; no one would know what had happened. No one who knew her at leas,t and she bet to the men who were watching, this was an almost everyday occurrence, their leader fucking a woman in front of them.

“You know what I’m going to do to you?” he said, his fingers finding a sensitive spot inside her sex.

She squirmed against him, catching hold of his upper arms to steady herself. All she could do was nod, her mouth open and a gasp of breath escaped her. Then his thumb brushed her clit, and she was so close to coming she could feel the tension building in her, ready to explode.

“You’re so close now. I bet you would hate it if I suddenly stopped. Would you beg me to fuck you, to make you come?”

She looked at him, and saw victory in his eyes, so when his fingers left her she shouldn’t have been surprised. Her sex felt empty, and her arousal left at its peak was agonising, she needed to come, he was right. So would she beg him, lose her dignity to him?

“Ask me and I’ll make you come so hard you won't know what day of the week it is.”

She stood, trying to think clearly, trying to make her breath steady, but it was next to impossible after the effect he had had on her.

He leaned forward, his breath warm on her neck as he whispered in her ear, “Ask me.”

His hand covered her breast, and he massaged the flesh through her clothes, finding the hard little bud of her nipple and tweaking it roughly between his thumb and finger. “I have never forced myself on a woman, so if you want me you will have to ask.”