Page 59 of Avenging Devil: Part 1

No, no, no, and no.I’ve been cheated on before, but not like this. Not right in front of me, or not deliberately. Not by a man so totally oblivious to my feelings. At least my ex had been discreet until I’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Duke knows my history. He knows how much this will hurt me.

All this goes through my head in one split second and I’ve only one thought, to get out of there. I spin on my heels to the door that’s still just behind us, only to find another leather-clad body there. A man standing, arms folded, blocking the doorway.

“Entertainment’s that way, ma’am,” he tells me, mockingly polite, and jerking his head behind me.

“Yeah, Sapphire.” Duke’s voice, now sounding lazy, makes me reluctantly turn. “Watch and learn.”

I do, and immediately regret it. Duke’s thrusting his hips, his cock disappearing deep into the clearly reluctant girl’s mouth, making her gag and her eyes water. She gasps frantically for air each time he pulls out. I turn away, but the man behind me is there, clasping me tightly. His painful hold on my chin forces my face forward. I close my eyes, wanting to block out the sight.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes,” Duke snaps. “Take notes as it will be your turn later. If you don’t get it right, you’ll have to practice on my brothers.” He waits for a beat before adding, “Allof them.”

The man holding me in place lowers his lips to my ears and chuckles softly. “Guess you’re going to have a sore jaw tonight. And a sore cunt if I’ve got anything to say about it. The VP’s made a good choice, I’ll give him that. I wonder if he’ll let me take your ass.”

Duke overhears, grins and snorts a laugh. “Her face, you fuckin’ see that, Brothers?” Then he adjusts his eyes to glare around the room. “She’s mine, for now.” He shifts his gaze back to me. “You do what I say, Sapphire. You belong to me, you got me? You can’t run, there’s nowhere for you to go. Even your cunt of a father doesn’t want you, and wherever you go, I’ll bring you back. You treat me good? Then I’ll keep my brothers away. You disobey or disrespect me, and you’ll be theirs.Allof theirs. You fuckin’ feel me?”

I feel sick. I’m shaking. I go hot, and cold.This can’t be happening.

“Answer me!” Duke snaps, then pauses as he thrusts a couple more times, then groans loudly. He pulls out, leaving his cum dripping down the woman’s mouth, sighing in satisfaction, then stalks toward me while tucking himself away. He repeats his demand. “You get what I’m saying, little socialite?”

It’s the stranger behind me who answers on my behalf. Still having a firm hold of my head, he forces me to nod violently.

Duke snorts, then says sarcastically, “Good girl.”

Chapter Twenty

Niran

Ifucking hated leaving Saffie, but she was the one calling the shots. I’d known she was starting to depend upon me, her welcome each night when she’d return showed me that. On my part, my feelings toward her hadn’t diminished, they had been growing. Was she feeling the same and was that what frightened her? That she was becoming too invested in a biker.

What the fuck had happened to her to make her so scared of bikers, to tar all of us with the same brush?Being raped is an awful crime and not easy to recover from, I’m not dismissing that. I can understand her being wary, not wanting to repeat any mistake she might think she made. But to have such an irrational fear of all members of all clubs suggests I don’t know the half of it yet.

As I exit her apartment block, pushing my way past an obvious drug dealer, making his mark jump out of the way and ignoring the prostitute and her pimp exiting her apartment, I make my way to my truck uncaring who I’m upsetting, knowing I’m more than a match for any man in the temper I’m in.

I’m annoyed at myself, not at her. Never at Saffie. My only beef with her was she had come too close to the truth. Yes, I’d harboured hopes that as she recovered, we’d grow closer. While far too soon to make promises, I had been thinking in terms of making her my old lady. I’d entertained dreams of introducing her to my brothers. I’d brushed over that her fears were so deep seated and were something she’d never be able to get over.

She was raped.Terrible, heartbreaking, the thought makes me see red. But why did that taint all men who ride motorcycles?

Hell, if being the type of man who takes women without consent defines bikers, I’d want to pull the cut off my back and shred it myself.We’re not all like that.I’m not so naïve as not to know there are some clubs which don’t treat women with respect, clubs which share their old ladies, or change them like they do underwear. Some keep sex slaves or run prostitution rings.

But that’s not the Devils. Even our sweet butts aren’t pressed if they’re not in the mood.

My rage won’t be satisfied until I find this Duke myself and remove him from the land of the living. But I’ve got to find him first, and that might prove a challenge. Duke can’t be an uncommon handle.I should have asked her where she’d moved from.

I know why she hadn’t given me details; she knew I was set on murder.

It’s three in the morning when I arrive back at the compound. Kid’s wearily mopping the bar, but there’s no one else to be seen.

“Whisky. The bottle,” I demand as I approach him.

“How’s Saffie?” he inquires, innocently, as he reaches for the bottle behind him. “She doing better?”

“She is,” I growl, my tone menacing enough that he doesn’t ask for more details. She’s so much fucking better she’s decided she can do without me. That will get around soon enough, no need for me to enlighten him.

I take the bottle, ignore the offered glass, and make my way up to my bedroom. Passing along the hallway, I hear a moaning coming from one of the rooms.Sweet butts are still awake and working.

It makes me realise just how long it’s been since I last got laid, and again, Saffie was right. I can wait, would wait a fuck of a long time, but I’d never be able to resign myself to a sexless existence. I’d have banked on that she wouldn’t either. But maybe waiting for a day that might not come, or heaven forbid, until she found someone else who could better arouse her, maybe wasn’t the best course of action.

I open my door—I never bother to lock it. If I can’t trust my brothers, who the fuck could I? I switch on the light and come to a full stop.

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