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I was the one dominating her. I was the one doing the fucking. As her body collided against mine and she ripped the orgasm from my body, I realized that Celia hadn’t lost her spark.

She’d had the upper hand the entire goddamn time. I collapsed against her back before rolling onto my side while my heart beat the shit out of my chest, and I gasped for air.

She turned to face me with a shy smile. “So, that’s what sex is like.”

I brushed the sweat-soaked hair off of my forehead. “That’s it.” I stopped myself from asking if she’d gotten off. It wasn’t supposed to matter.

She traced my ink with her fingernails before moving her hand up to cup my jaw. I needed to stop her; to regain control of an already fucked situation. I realized what she was going for and rolled out of bed just as she closed her eyes and pushed her pink lips into a pout.

“Get dressed. One of the guys will take you back to your parents.”

Her cheeks turned red and she pulled the sheets around her body before nodding. I didn’t want her to feel insecure, but I sure as fuck didn’t want her getting the wrong idea about things.

Shit, even I was starting to get the wrong idea.

It had to be the blow in my system; otherwise, I’d just had the best sex of my life with a virgin.

Chapter Nine

Celia: 1989

“Get up,” Mother demanded. “You’re going to be late for church.”

I rolled over with a groan, the twinge in my lower abdomen reminding me that last night hadn’t been a dream. If I hadn’t feigned a headache to get out of going to the Miller’s barbecue, none of this would’ve happened.

As it was, I’d been laying on the couch watching MTV when three men kicked in the back door and forced me into the trunk of their car at gunpoint.

Daddy’s debt had cost me my virginity.

I should’ve been clueless about why my father would owe a bunch of bikers anything, but I’d seen the small bag of white powder he brought out when they had company.

Everything I thought I knew had been turned upside down. I’d heard whispers around school of Silent Phoenix and the ruthlessness of their bikers. The minute I saw the patches on their vests, I knew that I was in a lot of trouble.

What I hadn’t expected was the sucker punch of emotions I’d experienced upon finally meeting the man himself.

Grey.

After tossing my dress and bra onto the bed, he’d taken me to a man he called Wolverine, and he was the one who’d driven me home. I’d tried asking questions, but the older biker remained silent.

Daddy had been waiting on the porch when we pulled up and the minute he saw who I was with, his face had changed. Wolverine had issued a warning while Mama ushered me upstairs to my room.

She didn’t tell me that things were going to be okay or try to comfort me in any way. When the realization of what I’d been through ripped through my body and left me gasping for breath, she’d simply walked out and slammed the door.

Grey hurt me. The rational part of my brain knew that. Daddy said he deserved jail-time for raping me. Mama had known though. She’d taken one look at me and shaken her head in disgust.

He never had to use force because I willingly gave myself to him. I gave him his pound of flesh, along with every other part of me. In return, he’d made me feel like a goddess and worshiped my body in ways I’d only dreamed about.

Right up until he kicked me out.

I listened as Mama began throwing the curtains open while the tub in my bathroom filled, trying to work out what I’d done to upset him.

Shakespeare.

I pulled the blanket back over my face, completely mortified. I’d referenced theMerchant of Veniceto a biker as if Portia’s actions to save Antonio were somehow law.

Who did that?

My mother wasn’t having it and she yanked the blanket off in frustration. “Get up. You want to go out and act like a slut, you’ll go to church and repent like one.”

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