Page 53 of The Savage Outlaw

He squeezed her throat with one hand and stroked his cock with the other, watching himself filling Eden’s mouth.

When he slid his hand forward for the last time, he climbed up to the head of his cock and off. Then he placed his hand over Eden’s mouth, ensuring she swallowed him down. Only then did he remove his hand from her throat.

He leaned forward, closing in on Eden.

“I hate my wife,” Priest whispered with a growl. “We were never meant to be married. If you think for a second I love that rotten cunt of a woman, you’re insane. She’s only with me in the hopes I die so she can collect money. That’s why she fucking showed up to the hospital. She was waiting for me to die. To play the grieving widow. To collect her insurance money. No idea where the fuck she thinks I’ve got insurance money for her sitting around. Or maybe she just wants protection from theclub. If an old lady has her outlaw die, I guess technically the club will take care of her. Gray area, but Angelica knows how to play games. I met her in Vegas during the lockdowns and we got married. That’s the fucking story. No worries, doll, you might be covered in my cum right now, but you’re not a home wrecker.”

Priest dropped his mouth down to Eden’s for a kiss. A sloppy, cum-filled kiss. That move for whatever reason drove Eden fucking crazy. To the point where her hips jumped up and down on the bed.

She had never met someone so ruthless, terrifying and filthy yet so sexy at the same time.

Priest pulled his mouth away from Eden’s and reached behind her and united her wrists.

Then without speaking another word he picked up his jeans, tucked his thick cock away, and walked out of the bedroom.

Eden touched her wrists. They were red and they hurt. She pulled the second layer of covers off the bed because the first layer was soaked. Between her body coming everywhere and then Priest…

Eden wrapped the thick comforter around her body and walked to the fire. It burned bright and hot. She felt tired, beaten up, yet still had energy. A really strange feeling.

At least the drunk rental of the cabin didn’t go to waste. It all made for one hell of a story to tell…

“Liv,” she whispered. “Sophia. Fuck.”

Eden ran to the bedroom door, opened it, and went to find her phone.

Priest was nowhere to be found.

She opened the front door of the cabin to go out and get her stuff. That’s where Priest stood. Holding her bag and phone in his hand.

“Stay inside,” he ordered her. “I have to make a call.”

Eden took her stuff and went back to the bedroom. Her phone had fifty text messages from Liv and Sophia.

“Fuck,” she said.

Hello?

Where r u?

EDENNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

Maybe she’s on a hot date!

Maybe she’s getting railed by that biker. #yummy

Did you just say railed? What does that even mean? Like a rail? Going inside your pussy?

It has to mean something! Like a railroad? A train? Eden is getting… a train…? Maybe all the bikers at once!

That’s gross. She would never. EDEN WHERE ARE YOUUUUU?!

The messages went on and on. Eden hurried to think of a reply.

YOU TWO ARE INSANE! I had my phone on silent and was napping. Well. Sort of. Check this out.

Eden knew not to fully lie to her best friends.

She took a selfie in front of the fireplace and sent it.

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