Page 7 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

“Thank you.”

She pauses at my front door.

“Is it okay if I just wear these clothes home?” she asks, motioning to my tshirt she borrowed for pajamas.

I shrug.

“You always steal my clothes, so I just figured you would.”

“Thank you! I’ll text you later. And you better change your mind about tonight, Izzy.”

I sinkdeep into my couch, pulling the heavy quilt over my chest.

At least Laina never texted me about going out. I’m very happy chilling inside my home, away from the world for a few hours. I scroll through the movie suggestions until I find some bull shit rom-com to watch.

I can’t believe she tried to lure me by getting laid. As if I can just go out and find some random guy to hook up with. After what happened with my ex, I swore off men for good. My heart couldn't take another blow like that.

Not after I promised him everything, and he cheated on me.

I deserve better, I remind myself, and if better means no one then I’d be fine with that.

The flickering light from the TV dances across the walls, casting shadows that shift with each breath I take. My eyelids grow heavier as I stare at the television screen. I hadn’t realized how tired I am from hardly sleeping the night before, and the exhaustion creeps in.

As I drift off to sleep, my dreams become a jumbled mess of emotions and terror, mixed with the adrenaline.

I sit on the end of my bed, staring out almost blinding dark. At first there is nothing, but then the light of three headlamps appear. I know then the three Hellfire Riders have come for me, their bodies moving like shadows in the darkness. Their eyes glow with an unsettling aura, and some other sensation, one that warms the blood moving through my veins.

I watch them approach, each one wearing the leather vest with the empty skull eyes. Power and dominance drips off theirforms. The air around them crackles with electricity as they get closer, their strong arms reaching out for me. Their scents fill my nostrils - sweat, leather, and danger. My heart races wild.

They’re here for me.Am I their next victim?

Their rough hands grab my wrists as they lift me onto the table, pinning me down. One has arms, the other my legs and the third, holds my waist. The eerie silence of the room fills with their heavy breathing. Slowly but surely, they begin to undress me.

Hawk starts by pulling off my blazer, the buttons popping one by one, exposing my bare skin and breasts. My breath hitches with the rush of the cool air brush against my flesh beneath. Tank keeps me still and in place.

I moan softly as my skirt gets jerked up, the fabric rippling with every tug, and Vance exposes my lacy thong. Then in one motion, he rips it off, leaving me completely bare on the table. Vance’s rough hands slide down my legs, stopping at my ankles, then he freezes, studying me with those devious gray eyes.

My heart pounds against my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I try to resist them. But it's no use. They're too strong, too overpowering, and I'm at their mercy.

But it’s not just that. I want all of them at once to devour every inch of me. This is what I want.

“Breathe,” Hawk says in a deep soothing voice as their hands start to roam over my skin, each touch electrifying and possessive. One lands between my legs, another on my neck, my stomach, one gathers a handful of hair, tilting my head back and up to meet Tank’s smoldering eyes.

“She’s too worked up,” he laughs.

“Good,” Vance whispers in my ear. “I want her to set her on fire.”

And they do. Every brush of their skin sets my ablaze with need. I arch my back, offering myself up to them. This is wrong, Iknow it is, but my traitorous body can't help but respond to their touch.

“Please,” I whimper, no longer sure if the word that escaped my lips was a plea for them to stop or a desperate plea for more. But they smile darkly. Their lips trail a scorching trail down my neck and collarbone.

Hawk leans in closer, his body pressing against mine as he whispers in my ear, “Are you sure you want us? Once we take you, there's no going back."

Their hungry eyes feast on my exposed body. The anticipation is torture, my hips rising off the bed in an invitation for some relief. I know it should terrify me, but I can't seem to care when the only thing I want is all three of them.

I know the weight of my decision. And I know it's wrong. But I find myself nodding. "Yes," I breathe out raggedly, "I want you." Some dark, hidden part of me has wanted this the moment I saw them staring up at the balcony.

As one, they groan in approval, and I know I've sealed my fate. Their lips and tongues kiss and taste my skin, sending me into a delirium of lust. I am on display, a delectable feast for the three most dangerous men in the city. Hawk's eyes burn into mine, his desire for me practically palpable when he leans over me, moving my legs open with his own.

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