Page 1 of Intense Biker Daddy

CHAPTER ONE

Eva

I sat on Cobra’s lap in the smoke-filled office. I had difficulty paying attention to what was happening as he talked with his men. I felt faint. I hadn’t been allowed to eat or drink anything since yesterday. According to Cobra, I had to earn my food and drink.

I leaned against his chest for support. Cobra’s arm wrapped around my waist as he continued his discussion with his subordinates. I was so tired and out of it that I hadn’t even noticed the other men left the room until he was tugging up my frilly crop top to reveal my breasts.

“Stay still and let me play with them,” he said as he pinched and squeezed my nipples. I couldn’t help but wince a little in pain. Unfortunately, he noticed. “Hey!” he said, slapping my breasts. “You’re supposed to be enjoying this. The only reason you’re not getting fucked by a dozen men a day is that I say so, understand? You should be thanking me.” He shoved me off his lap and fell onto the hardwood floor. My arm hit the corner of his desk and pain rattled through me. I breathed deeply to keep from crying.

Cobra grabbed my hair. “Thank me,” he said. “Say thank you, sir.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said, my voice shaking.

“Louder!”

“Thank you, s–”

The office door opened before I could finish my sentence. Cobra muttered a swear, clearly not happy that he was interrupted with torturing me. “What is it, Hudson?”

“A fight broke out in the drug mill, boss,” he said. His voice was low and calm. Hudson was so different than the rest of the bikers here, who tried to make their voice as loud as possible. Hudson spoke quietly. And somehow, that made him a lot more terrifying.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Cobra muttered, standing up. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. I tried to quickly put my shirt in place to cover my breasts but Cobra grabbed it, ripped it off me, and tossed it across the room. “Today I want you exposed for everyone to see,” he growled. “Maybe treating you like any other whore here will make you a little more grateful for my affection.” He shoved me towards Hudson. Off-balance, I immediately fell to my knees. Shame made my cheeks burn. I was pathetic.

He smirked. “Do what you want with her for a couple of hours and then take her to my room. She’s just a whore, after all.”

Fear raced down me as I stared at Cobra. He was just giving me to Hudson? Was I losing his interest? It wouldn’t be long before he tossed me into the Pleasure Room with every other woman he kidnapped.

Hudson’s face was unreadable. “My pleasure, boss,” he said.

Cobra stalked out of the room to deal with the fight, leaving just me and Hudson alone. I looked up at the biker towering over me, wondering what fresh hell he was going to subject me to.

He held out his hand. “Let me help you up.”

I grabbed his hand and let him help me to my feet. He put an arm on my waist gently. “Just put your arms in front of your chest and we’ll be alone in only a few minutes.” His voice was soft and despite the situation, I relaxed a fraction.

I covered myself with my arms and let him steer me out of the room. He led me down the hall and down a flight of stairs silently. I dimly realized he was taking me to his room. Of course. I was his for the next couple of hours. It only made sense he would take me there.

He didn’t say a word the entire time. I wish I knew what he was planning to do to me so I could mentally prepare myself for it.

I’ve never actually spoken with Hudson before even though I had been in the room while he and Cobra talked a few times before. For all I knew, he was a sadist.

We stopped in front of a plain, nondescript door. He opened it up. “Get in,” he said.

I stepped inside the bedroom and felt my throat close up as I looked around the spartan bedroom. The door shut behind us, and it felt like a death sentence. I was alone with Hudson.

CHAPTER TWO

Hudson

Emotions were bubbling up inside me like boiling water as I looked at the scared, half-naked woman in front of me. She was practically shaking with terror and I didn’t blame her. She had no idea she was safe with me.

“Sit down on the bed,” I commanded, keeping my voice soft. “Make yourself comfortable.”

She went and perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed. She was staring at me with wide eyes.

I crossed the room to my closet. It was a small bedroom and standard for Demon members. Cobra preferred having everyone who was a part of the Demon biker gang living under one roof because he was better able to keep an eye on them. Unfortunately, it was effective.

Despite all appearances, I didn’t really belong to the Demons. I was part of the Hell’s Renegades motorcycle club and I was sent to spy here. It was my mission to get information on the Demon’s operations so the Hell’s Renegades could fight them off once and for all. I had only been undercover for a couple of months and I couldn’t wait for this mission to end.

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