“It’s going to take me some time to get the payback I want out of her. I’ll be wearing this off-center nose for the rest of my life. She should remember me for the same length of time.”
“Hell, yeah,” Glider cheered his approval. “You come to pay your respects to me and I
appreciate that. You didn’t miss a beat when we needed you today. Dueling Devils are welcome in this territory anytime.”
“I appreciate that, Glider.”
“Just one thing I want to ask of you.”
“Name it,” Pan said.
“I want some public compensation for that bitch of yours actions today. She sent my man to the hospital. You know we can’t let that shit fly.”
Her stomach bottomed out. Public compensation didn’t sound like anything she wanted to
be a part of. Run. The voices in her head screamed shrilly at the top of their lungs. Fight or flight kicked in. She forced her feet to remain rooted to the spot. If she blew their cover, Pan would have to forfeit his claim. As bad as this was, life with the Hell’s Minions would be a million times worse. She understood doing what needed to be done to survive. I endured then and I will now.
“What did you have in mind?”
“You pick. I want to see that bitch put in her place right here, right now.”
Pan turned around and gazed down at her.
Their gazes met.
She saw the regret in his eyes followed quickly by determination and something
darker…Lust.
“You heard the man. Get on your knees.”
She hesitated.
“Now!” Pan barked.
She slowly lowered herself to the floor. The rough wood punished her knees. She clutched the hem of her shorts and silently prayed for strength and courage.
Pan ran his fingers down her face. “So fucking pretty. I bet those big ass red lips of yours are going to feel real good wrapped around my cock.”
His words lit a fire inside her. Ashamed, she looked down. What the hell is wrong with me?
Her nipples pebbled. A group formed around them in a giant circle. Her heart thudded in her chest. She looked around at the bikers sneering down at her.
“You look at me when I give
you my dick.”
She gazed up. Fire flared up between them. She latched onto the connection, allowing it to take her mind away from the unwelcome faces that surrounded them. Breathing heavily, she found herself unable to escape his hypnotic gaze, she watched as he unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper and pulled his dick free from his boxers. He stroked himself and she watched, mesmerized as he stretched to his full length. He was about eight inches and thick. His mushroom shaped head was an angry red. Her hands itched to touch him. A pearl droplet formed on his tip. Her mouth watered.
“Open your mouth. You don’t get to touch. You are only to take what I give you.”
She formed an O with her mouth.
“Wider.”
She complied.
He painted her lips with his pre-cum.