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Rage must have felt me quake with the chill. He released my mouth and covered my icy left breast with his hot, wet mouth and suckled. I bent backward in anticipation of him doing the same with the right one. He didn’t disappoint me.

His touch though gentle was more possessive than soothing. His roughened fingers explored my ribcage and narrow waist, then delved down to unbutton my jeans and slip inside. The first stroke of a finger between my folds sent me flying.

I wanted to touch him. I needed to so badly it hurt. But for the moment he didn’t allow it. Instead, he brought me to a climax a second time, then lifted me from my weakened trembling legs and placed me on his bed. He slid my pants and panties off in one quick movement, laying me bare to his gaze. He stood over me licking his lips and showing me how hard I’d made his cock, which pointed at me like an arrow waiting to be shot.

I craved him. It shocked the hell out of me. I’d only known rape and should have been terrified, but I felt I’d actually die if he stopped and walked away. These feelings set off a sense of wonder. Was I not as broken as I’d assumed? Was there the slightest of possibilities that I could be normal?

His hands and lips took possession of my body, moving from ankle upward. He paused at the juncture of my legs and exhaled warm air across the throbbing core of me. I spread my legs apart as if I were asking for more. He kissed the mound but moved on, leaving me aching and whimpering.

“Later,” he proclaimed as his firm body covered mine.

I welcomed his weight. It meant I wasn’t alone. I cried out as his thick, long member opened me wide and impaled me in one long stroke.

But memories flooded back, terror-stricken memories of the past. I began to fight and claw his barely healed back. He didn’t cry out or fight back. He simply stopped moving yet remained inside me.

He ran his fingers over my hair, kissed my forehead, and kept saying, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not one of them. I won’t hurt you. If you truly want me to stop I will.”

Tears ran down my face. I was confused. The past mingled with the present in my mind. Fear mixed with passion and desire. I was scared that if I made him stop now I’d never be able to share sex with anyone. And my body was betraying meanyway. My insides were involuntarily clamping tightly to his cock, holding it within me.

“No, please don’t leave me,” I managed to say through the tears.

He kissed my mouth gently and began to move, slow and steady until the pressure built inside me. I had been still and unresponsive after my breakdown, but his movements had soon stirred everything up once more. I raised my hips to meet him time after time, taking him deeper. The sudden explosion came as a shock and made me scream out his name. He plunged into me a few times more and then began to quake, spilling his seed.

My limbs went liquid. I was limp on the bed, held captive by the heavy, warm body that covered me. At peace, I drifted into sleep.

Chapter 11

Rage

I dreamed. It wasa magnificent dream that was in full color. A woman, a goddess of the dark, had taken me to a place I’d never been. It was a warm, safe, all-consuming place of peace. In it I was given access to her body, one that took everything I had to give and more. I reveled in the feeling of satisfaction she gave me. I didn’t want to ever leave this place of perfection, not for anyone or anything. Nothing could ever be more important than remaining there, could it?

A loud banging tried to take me from paradise. I fought against the intrusion, yet the dream began to disappear inch by inch. I awoke face down on my rumpled bed with the sun shining on the back of my head. The banging continued, and now there was a yell to go with it.

“Rage! Damn it, wake the hell up! You’re back on duty today. No more laying around. Get out here. We have a meeting with Prime,” Sweet yelled.

“Okay! Fine! Give me a damn minute,” I answered.

I sat up on the side of the bed and shook my head to clear it. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep and enter the dream again. It took a moment, but I finally got a grasp on reality. I realized the dream had been conjured up from what I’d experienced during the night. I hadn’t been alone. Vikki was here. She was the true goddess in human form that had warmed my night and given me a deep satisfaction regardless of the fact that she had begun in anger, turned to terror, and then to passion.

I quickly turned my head in search of her. I was the only one in the bed. I stumbled to the bathroom. It was empty, too. At some point she’d woken up and slipped away. I frowned and guilt rushed through me. It saddened me that she hadn’t stayed with me. I would have done all I could to make her feel she was safe in my arms. I feared that I might have frightened her beyond anything she’d forgive. I would do whatever I could to fix that as soon as possible.

I hurried to take a hot shower, wiping the rest of the sleepiness along with the dream away. I dressed quickly and ran down the stairs to join the meeting Prime had called. I wanted it over so I could find Vikki and discover why she’d left in the middle of the night. For the first time ever, someone was more important to me than club business. That thought messed with my head.

The meeting was in progress when I arrived. Prime scowled at me but held his tongue. I was going to receive a lecture later. He’d never allow me to get cleanly away with the disrespect being late demonstrated.

“Don Petrov has sent another message through Zoe. He’s closing in on some more trafficking locations and may eventually ask for our assistance. I didn’t make any promisesthat we’d be willing to participate as part of our payback. I wanted to discuss it with all of you first. However, once you all saw what those women went through in those containers I figured you’d be more than willing to kick some ass. I know I am,” Prime stated.

“That Vikki girl won’t ever be quite normal,” Ditch said. “She’s skittish around men. I can’t say that I blame her, but hell she jumps anytime I accidently bump into her or pass her in the hallway.”

“Vikki has good reasons for being skittish. She’s never been around a man who hasn’t used or abused her. You know her story, so try a little patience and sympathy,” I angrily countered.

“I wasn’t putting her down, Rage. I was just saying that what those traffickers do messes up those women. I still have trouble believing some of them actually wanted to stay with those fuckers. They were brainwashed or something,” Ditch replied.

“Those that survived and are moving on are brave women,” Prime declared into the silence Ditch’s comment had caused. “Vikki is one of them. Yes, she’s skittish. However, she still steps into the bar every night and faces strange men with her head held high. She serves them food and drink and endures their rude comments and unsolicited touches. Her bravery must be taken note of, especially since I have given her permission to become a prospect for the Serpent Sinners.”

The shock of his statement caused an uproar among the Sinners. There wasn’t a real protest, just loudly expressed cautions and questions about the intelligence or lack of it concerning that turn of events.

“Girls don’t have a place in MCs, Prime. We’ve only ever recruited men because the job gets damn dangerous,” Stretch was heard saying.

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