Page 7 of Snatched Princess

“You just got snatched. Get in there and shut your mouth before I put my dick in it. Got it?” She’d backed up in the corner when I issued the warning. Only minutes before she’d been kicking and squirming for dear life. Getting dirty mouthy too. I didn’t think too much about her switch up, but I wonder about it now. Probably thought I would put a muzzle in her mouth.

My father’s philosophies of women shaped me as a man early on, and I’ve carried it through, got no reason to change now, even though he’s somewhere upstairs in a good place hopefully. That man loved women - well their vaginas anyway.

Like father, like son. Fuck knows where my mother is.

“All they're good for is what’s between their thighs. You demand that pussy, and you own it. Other than that, they’re useless and you don’t wanna marry any bitches. Take it from me.”

Letting the Henny hit my throat, part of the rage eases. Slash ain’t good for the club. He’s a liability. It’s better in tried-and-true hands, like Bull.

After all this time I’ve known him he ain’t ever spoken to me like that. Now he’s prez he’s smelling his own shitty air.

After the second round of alcohol burn, I’m beginning to see, there’s no loyalty in this game…

Chapter Four

Lara

“Ah, what the fuck is this man doing to me. You know you're a fucked-up person when your pussy is dripping for your kidnapper. It's just the twisted ways MC kids think, that's what I get for growing up with these heathens.

I saw too much, too early. I’d walked in on my father with two blonde bimbos, pumping one of them from behind, while the other one got off watching. Shit was wild at the club. Sex and orgies around the club were like drinking water. Shit didn’t mean a goddamn thing. Luckily, I had the shielding of my father and the club respected him.

Our club did a lot, a lot of fucking drugs. Slither Road was one of the worst. Dopey, but through his drug fueled haze, he would listen to me. That and he wanted to hit this bomb ass pussy.

“Why don’t you let me rip it up? Just once, prez doesn’t have to find out. Let me get at it.”

“Sorry Slither, you’re not my type.” He pulled his dick that day to show me. I’d given him a laugh back and kept on. Besides, I hated how he beat Simone, but my father never let me help her.

“Stay out of it. That’s between him and her. If the bitch didn’t like it, she would have left a long time ago. Mind your own business.”

I learned the ropes and paid attention in meetings. I studied the roads of Serenity and learned every curve, every T-junction, and the hideouts. I planned and mapped shit out. My brothers didn’t have those types of smarts. I was better than our lazy road captain, and the bastard took credit for the routes I designed.

My father taught me how to ride, but the man doesn’t know warmth. He’s six feet tall, his eyes cold, small, oozing with hostility and brutality. I have mixed feelings when I think of my father. I cuddle up my knees, hugging them tight. He’s more frigid than an ice block. Sometimes he would walk right past me in the clubhouse, and I would have to yell at him to get his attention.

I don’t get enough fucking dues at that joint. Sadness fills me, I have to take over. I’m the heir to the Savage Outlaws throne. I’m whole lot smarter than all those other drugs fucked posers. Half of them are addicts. I run a hand through my hair wincing from where Snatch yanked it. I turn my mind back to now. I’m still horny, and it’s remarkable to me. How is it even possible? The guy is a prick, but I wanna come…

Nah, Snatch can do it. I want his dirty hands on my clit, and it puzzles me. The bastard has me locked in this fucking dungeon room. Least it has a bed. Thinking about Snatch reminds me of the whores in the club getting their fill from the guys, but often they were high and were probably high enough not to know they’d just fucked someone. I kept my coochie to myself.

No play because I wanted to be taken seriously. Besides, I took my ass outside of the club with my girlfriends if I wanted to have dirty fun.

I rock back and forth waiting for my captor. There’s no way he’s not coming back to get me. He has to-, right on cue I hear the groan of the door as it opens. As Snatch pushes it open, I hear the low bass in his forceful grunt. As soon as it rings around the room my pussy’s memory reverts to the moment his index fingers were about to circle my clit, sending me to the promised land.

Damn. What is my body doing? I want it to stop and then I don’t.

“You got that dirty pussy ready for this dick?” He booms, making his dominance clear. He thinks he’s going to fuck me - no I’m going to fuck him.

“As long as you’ve got your face ready to lick it,” I growl, snarling at him.

His pupils dilate, his malicious mouth curling up as he tugs his shirt over his head. My head’s spinning at the sight of his flesh. He’s got what I like. Tattoos all over his chest. One large Dark Angel right in the middle. So sexy.

“I’m gonna pump the shit out of that pussy, you won’t even have time to speak.” Snatch barrels his dark wolf eyes into me, while a short circuit of live wires connect to my veins, jolting me alive. I wish I could say I’ve felt like this before. It’s just sex. I want it, he wants it. I can chalk it up to the game I have to play right now. It’s more. I know it’s more and I don’t want to admit it to myself.

“How about you stop all the yapping then,” I breathe huskily as I match him, stripping my tank top overhead.

“Stand up and pull those jeans off.” Defiant, and not wanting to give it to him easy my ears are hot, sensitive like the rest of my body from his touch and the low decibels in his tone.

“Why don’t you figure it out, since you’re the snatcher.” I challenge, lowering my chin, meeting his forceful command.

“I’m going to have you coming all over my hand by the time I’m finished.” His lewd overtures don’t bother me, I’m used to them and they’re a turn on to me. The more I listen to that deep treble in his voice, the more I want him to give me all he’s got. He unbuttons my top jean button, thirsty - needy for my body. I like him like this. Wanting. Feverish. Desperate. Dirty.

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