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I can clearly see this was a mistake.

When I try to pull back, his hand holds me in place. He looks down at me and says, “Oh no, don’t start something you can’t finish, sweet thang.”

“I never intended to finish it. We’re all just here having a good time, now let me go.” That’s when his buddy yanks my hair, drawing a yelp from me. “Hey, asshole, that hurts. Let go or I’ll fucking punch you in the nuts.” Suddenly, the guy in front of me grabs my hands, bringing them around my back, causing me to yelp again.

Grinding his dick into my pussy he says, “This is how it’s gonna go down, sweet thang, you’re gonna leave here with us. With all that teasing you’ve been doing, we’re gonna enjoy fucking that sweet ass of yours.” He grunts, still grinding his cock into me while his friend pushes his cock into my ass.

If I were into rough stuff, maybe this would turn me on, but all it’s doing is repulsing me, and I have to fight down the bile that’s rising in my throat.

Just as I’m about to hit him with my words and a knee to the dick, he’s being shoved out of the way while the guy behind me’s grip is suddenly no more.

Chapter Nine

Ivy

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I know you heard the lady say let her go.” That voice.

It’s like liquid gold and sex wrapped up in an angelic whisper that will melt your panties off.

Hell, I’ll take them off just to hear him speak again.

Shaking the wisp of sexual distraction off, I turn around and follow his voice.

I freeze as my gaze settles directly on his chest, and what a magnificent chest it appears judging by the way that shirt, leather vest, and jacket hug him closely.

What is it with everyone here?

Is that all they wear?

Black and leather vests or jackets?

My lips part as I try to say something, but my words stall and never leave my lips as his face comes into view. I take in his full beard and mustache, those alluring dark brown eyes framed by dark, long eyelashes that fill my belly with envy. I wasn’t blessed with lashes and had to wear fake ones more often than not.He’s got a nice jawline hiding behind his mustache and beautiful brown hair styled to perfection.

This man is gorgeous.

I quickly snap my mouth shut at the same time his hand reaches out to mine. Call me a sucker for tattoos, because all the ink on his hands just does something to me.

A low growl makes me whip my head around to see one of those guys speaking to Mr. Coffee. That’s the name I came up with for him because he’s exactly the kind of cream I want in my belly, I mean, coffee.

“This doesn’t concern you, Abel, we’re just having a good time.” Says the douchebag standing in front of me.

“Anything within the walls of this club concerns me, in case you forgot, Buzz.” Mr. Coffee says.

“This is Scavengers’ business, she belongs to us.” Buzz says.

Who in their right mind names their kid Buzz?

I’m getting fucking whiplash switching back and forth to see who’s saying what, and I’ve had enough with men trying to control me. “Hey, fuck face, I belong to me. I never said anything about going home with either of you. Dancing is all we wereevergoing to be doing.” I yell, pushing him away from me.

“You heard what she said. I suggest you leave before I fucking kill you for putting your filthy hands on this woman.” Abel, that’s his name.

I like Mr. Coffee better.

“Iv, you okay? I’m sorry it took me so long to get here.” Cam says, running up to my side with a look on his face filled with concern.

“You don’t wanna fuck with The Scavengers do you, Abel?” The other guy says. Hearing how his voice turned from seductive to eerie dark in a matter of minutes is a little unnerving.

“Fuck The Scavengers. I could give two fucks what MC you belong to. Are you ready to die here tonight, Hardhead? BecauseI can make it fucking happen. All you need to do is give me another fucking reason.” Abel matches his energy as a devilish, lopsided grin takes over his face. “Now, what’s it gonna be, fuckers?”

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