Page 29 of Disturbed Lucidity

She was nothing more than a fucktoy for him, and she loved every second of it.

The more she moaned, the harder he fucked her. His engorged cock thrust within her while she worked her clit into a frenzy of primal lust until she screamed out again.

My eyes moved from her to Luc, to see the man staring directly at me. His eyes were intense, feverish, unyielding as he pumped his cock into her ass.

I couldn’t look away.

He held me captive, ensnared in his gaze, while he used her body for his own amusement.

My body reacted of its own volition.

I couldn’t breathe.

His desires trapped me.

All I could do was watch my own dark longings race exponentially while he raced towards his climax. On the cusp of my own orgasm, he smirked, pushing Pixie away from him. He ripped off the condom while grabbing his cock and stroked vigorously as he shot streams of hot cum in my direction.

His eyes never leaving mine, and when the last drop of cum left his dick, he smirked and walked away.

“Slash, how long have you known Luc?”

Today was my day off, and although the clubhouse called to me, I resisted the temptation and stayed away. Therefore, I extended an invitation to Slash to join me for a laid-back evening of watching movies and indulging in an abundance of delectable junk food.

I didn’t have to ask him twice.

However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t erase the vivid memory of Luc’s penetrating stare when he skillfully brought himself to climax. However, that smirk at the end spoke volumes. I just wished I knew what his true intentions were.

“A while now. Why?”

“Has he always been so… intense?”

“How do you mean?”

“He’s just so—”

Slash sat up, his brows furrowing in a deep frown. “Ivy, no.”

“What?” I smiled, looking at my best friend. “I’m not stupid. I know my limitations.”

“You don’t have any limits.”

He was probably right. I couldn’t remember the last time I ever practiced restraint. The word wasn’t part of my vocabulary. Instead, I lived life on my own terms, without a fucking care in the world. I made no excuses, standing my ground firmly. I owned who I was, unapologetic and unashamed. Though society may not deem me respectable, I never pretended to be someone I wasn’t.

Love me or hate me, I didn’t give a fuck.

“Ivy, promise me you won’t engage Luc.”

Shrugging, I lied, “No worries there. He doesn’t appeal to me.”

“The fuck he doesn’t. Luc is everyone’s cup of fucking tea. Women flock to him like bees to honey. What I’m trying to say is that Luc prefers darkness, Ivy. He will consume you. Own you before you even realize he’s got his claws in you. I don’t want that for you.”

“I’ve been looking after myself since I was fourteen, Slash. Not worried about some biker who enjoys beating a woman just to get off. Seen enough of that shit in my lifetime. I won’t saddle myself to a man like that.”

“See that you don’t, because Luc is a selfish prick, incapable of caring for anyone but himself.”

For the rest of the night, I sat there in silence, Slash’s words rattling around in my head. I had met many men who only cared about themselves. My tormentor was at the top of that list. Sick son of a bitch was the Devil incarnate, only getting off on another’s pain. Mainly mine, but I was no longer his prisoner. He lost that right when he sold me like fucking cattle to that sick biker club in South Florida.

It wasn’t all hell, because when my savior reared his ugly head, he freed me from my binds and set me free. Because of him, I was the woman I was today. Like my savior, the streets saved me. Taught me everything I needed to know. The world was a sick, demented place, and I knew only the most disturbed survived.

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