Page 40 of Deserter

I smiled and shook my head because they were all the same—using threats to get what they wanted. I realized the mistake I’d made when his teeth sank down painfully over my bra at the same time his grip tightened.

“Get—off—me!” I used both my hands against his one, but it only made him squeeze harder until the corners of my vision began to blur.

His mouth moved off my breast and curved up into a cruel smirk. “Gonna leave teeth marks all over you.”

I raked my nails down the side of his face and he released my throat long enough for me to slip around him. I didn’t even make it to the door before he managed to get his arms around me.

“Shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart,” he panted against my ear before forcing my cheek up against the grimy tile on the wall.

“Let me go!”

He popped the button on my jeans with one hand and began working them down over my hips. I waited until he let go of me to reach for his belt before pushing off the stall and into his body.

The shove caught him off guard and he stumbled into the sink before coming after me with a growl. “Goddammit, little girl. I’m gonna enjoy this now!”

My chest heaved up and down as I eyed the distance to the door. Remington caught me by the hair and dragged me over to the sink, turning the taps to full blast before forcing my face down toward the base. The drain closed and the water that had been cascading down the sides of my face began to flood my nostrils.

“Struggle, sweetheart. It’s only making me harder!”

I opened my mouth to scream, but it filled with water, drowning my pleas. I frantically gripped the side of the basin, using every bit of strength I had to lift my head, but it was useless. The biker outweighed me and showed no signs of letting up.

I blindly clawed the backs of his hands as he ripped my panties down to where my jeans were bunched around my knees and forced my legs apart. Unable to hold my breath any longer, I desperately inhaled water, before feeling him move off of me.

My head was pulled up, and I gasped and spluttered before my vision cleared enough to see my reflection. Remington was gone and in his place was Grey.

Blood coated his face, and he was panting, yet he never took his eyes off of mine. I gripped the sides of the sink again as my body began to shake, letting the sobs take over.

He pulled me back against his chest and brushed the soaking wet hair off my forehead. “Why the fuck would you show up here?”

I coughed again. “You.”

Grey nodded and reached down between us, deftly undoing his belt buckle and zipper. “Take your jeans off.”

“What are you doing?”

The smirk he gave me in response only looked menacing against the backdrop of blood. “Givin’ you what you came for.”

Was it?

I bent down and met Remington’s wide-eyed stare with a gasp. His throat had been flayed open, flooding the floor with blood.

“Got what he deserved,” Grey casually noted as I removed my jeans and the remnants of my torn panties.

I agreed, still unnerved by the sight of a dead man lying at my feet. His hand moved between my legs and I watched his reflection in the mirror.

“You saved me.”

“And here I thought I was a rapist asshole,” he murmured against my ear.

I held his gaze in the mirror and shook my head. “I shouldn’t have said that. I was angry.”

“Yeah? Well, so am I.” He lifted me easily in his arms and pushed into my body with a single thrust. I groaned in a mix of both pleasure and pain before letting my head fall back on his shoulder.

He was right.

It was what I’d come for.

In fact, I’d never wanted anything more.

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