Page 3 of Loathe

“Was anything between us ever real or was it all a show?” he asked, his tone softer.

“I could ask you the same fucking thing since you treated me like shit all the time. I can’t believe I stayed with you as long as I did, but I guess love really is blind. You took me for granted, and when I realized that I started doing things I knew I shouldn’t have been doing ... I knew I should’ve just left. But I wanted to make you hurt as much as you hurt me, so I did what I did,” I said. “I know it was wrong and I’m sorry, but there’s really nothing I can do about it now that you’re with her.”

I didn’t want to be with him anymore, only Heaven knew how toxic we were for each other. But knowing that me being around drove his bitch crazy made me happy, because he treated her so much better than he ever did me. It hurt to know that he valued her more than me and we’d been through a lot together. I’d cared for him until he started being a raging asshole and that’s when the cheating started. I knew I was doing wrong, and he’d been on my mind every time I found myself under another man.

“Fair enough I guess,” he replied.

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but thought better of it. We stood in awkward silence for a few moments before the sound of a rumbling motorcycle in the distance caught my ears. The VP of the Crypt Keepers MC zoomed into the parking lot and pulled up beside us. He stared daggers at Tony while we finished our interaction and I smirked when Tony gave him the finger.

“Are you ever going to get over your beef with him?” I asked as I threw my cigarette butt to the ground and squished it out with my toe.

“Fuck no, I’m not, and the fact that he is here for you makes me sick. Is he working with your daddy now or something?” Tony spat at me.

“I told you once already that monster is not my fucking father. I was never allowed into the Midnight Saints and a girl like me has gotta fit in somewhere,” I told him as I started towards the man on the bike.

Tony rolled his eyes and followed me over to the VP’s Harley. “Good luck with this one. She’s a real wildcat.” Then, he walked back toward his motorcycle.

I knew his words were supposed to hurt me, but I felt nothing as they washed over me. I had long ago lost the feelings I’d had for Tony, but getting my digs in at his new bitch made my life worth living. I swung my leg over the Harley and nestled close to the enemy of the Midnight Saints. Part of me felt a bit guilty for doing it, but Tony deserved to squirm for the way he’d treated me when I was his.

“Remember, leave Kara the fuck alone,” he yelled as he started his bike.

Tony gave us a dirty look as we passed by him and I smiled at him. The bike revved as we sped from the parking lot of the truck stop. I knew this favor was going to cost me, but it would be worth it for the look on Tony’s face as we zoomed past him. Wouldn’t it? I’d begged for him to come pick me up for hours before he agreed only because he and Tony had a hatred for one another and that was something I really didn’t understand. I held on as we made our way down the interstate back to the Crypt Keepers clubhouse, and I wondered what Tony was thinking as he watched us zoom away. I knew that it was a bit childish of me to have his enemy pick me up, but it really couldn’t be helped since I was now dating the VP of the Crypt Keepers, John. After things with me and Tony went south, because of choices I made, I had to figure out a way to keep myself safe from my “father” and his grasp.

We pulled up to the clubhouse and he shut off the bike holding it steady so I could climb off. I started to walk towards the door without him and I heard him call my name from behind me.

“Phoebe, where do you think you’re going?” he asked me.

“I’m going to go get a drink and maybe relax a while. Why?” I replied as I turned to face him.

“Oh no, you’re not, you’re going to follow me to my room and give me payment for the favor I just did you. I know you loved getting a dig in on Tony, and I could tell by his face he was pissed that you were with me. You owe me big time for the risk I just took.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door.

“Can’t that wait until later when it’s not daylight out and no one else is awake?”

“You know I’m not a patient man, and I’ve been dreaming about what I was going to do to you ever since I told you I’d help you out. Don’t make me wait, darlin’, please,” he said still pulling me to the door.

I looked at the ground in silence as I knew I wasn’t going to win that argument and let him lead me inside the clubhouse and through the winding hallways to his room. I felt the sadness I had tried so hard to bury deep down inside me fight its way back to the surface. I realized I was never going to be able to escape the life my parents had tried to force me into. I knew I couldn’t let the sadness inside or I’d become a walking robot like I’d been in my early twenties, and I didn’t want to live that way.

Even in a relationship, I was still being forced to be a whore. As he pushed me against the wall outside his room and began kissing down my neck, I wondered if my life would ever be different and if a man would ever want to make love to me instead of fucking my brains out. I hoped one day it would be different, but as he led me to his room, I felt no hope it would ever change.

Chapter Two

Phoebe

The door to his bedroom flung open as he pulled us inside and closed it with his foot as his mouth searched mine. I was in my element doing what I was taught to do as I pushed his leather from his shoulders and peeled his shirt from his ripped body. I’d decided outside of his room that I might as well enjoy what I was doing if I was never going to truly escape that life. I marveled at the muscles that bulged from his arms and the chiseled six pack on his stomach. I ran my eyes up and down his body and licked my lips as I pulled him to me for another kiss.

Every bone in my body told me I was wrong for doing what I was doing, but I didn’t care. I reached for his belt at about the same time as he freed my heavy breasts from my bra and slid his mouth around my nipple. A groan escaped me as I pushed his jeans down to free his throbbing erection. The sight of his hardness made my pussy pulse with anticipation of what was to come. I wrapped my hand around his hardness and slowly stroked until he moaned.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I’m glad you’re my girl,” he mumbled as he pulled back and looked at me.

“You’re not bad yourself,” I said as I started stroking faster.

He leaned into me, groaning as I stroked up and down his length slow and easy. The more he reacted the faster I rubbed until he grabbed my hand and stopped me. I smiled knowing I was doing my job and had almost made him finish before he wanted to. I took pride in that. My so-called father would be proud to know that, but he would never get to. I was never going to have anything to do with him again if I could help it. I was brought from my thoughts as I was tossed onto the bed among the pillows.

The rest of my clothes were stripped from me, and my legs were pulled apart as his hungry mouth found its way to my heated core. His tongue found its way around my pulsing nub, and I cried out in pleasure as he made slow circles around it. My hands flew to his head and my fingers entangled themselves in his hair as he began to lick my dripping pussy faster than before.

“Oh, yes! That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop!” I cried as he urged me toward orgasm with his tongue.

His tongue moved faster against my nub and my legs shook against his head as I moaned in pleasure at the sensations that were coursing through my body. The pleasure I was feeling was so intense that my toes curled uncontrollably as I neared my release. It was at that moment my mind decided to fuck with me and make me second guess myself. I wondered if he was enjoying himself as much as I was, or if he was just pleasing me, because that was the only way he was going to get any pleasure. I shook the thoughts from my head as he urged me toward my release causing me to shake around his head even more.

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