Sold to the MC Men

Pushing all business out of his mind, he entered his room and found Leah already there. Her hair was pinned on top of her head, and she wore his robe. It was a plain black robe, soft, and nice against the body.

Closing the door behind him, he kicked off his boots, watching her.

“Stand up,” he said.

She did so.

“Remove the robe.”

Her hands shook, but she did as he asked.

The robe fell, and she was naked, exactly how he’d demanded she be.

“You know, you’ve surprised me, Leah,” he said.

“I have?”

“Yes. I didn’t expect you to be so nice. So welcoming of all of us.” He moved away from the door, removing his jacket. He placed it on the hook behind him, and walked toward her.

Cupping her cheek, he tilted her head back so she had no choice but to look at him. “Do you have any scheme planned when it comes to my club?”

“No.”

“Why do you want this?”

“Why is it such a shock for a woman to want you?” she asked.

“You don’t get to ask questions.”

“And you don’t get to ask me. I’ve never done anything to you. I’ve proven myself time and time again. Stop being a bore and thinking this is some elaborate scheme and just accept that I’m who I say I am, and I have no intention of hurting you, or this club.”

Her passion, her fire, it was addictive.

Slamming his lips down on hers, he pressed her against the wall, keeping her trapped with his mouth on her.

He didn’t want to let her go, but to feel her come apart for him. She felt amazing. Her tits were nice and big.

He pushed his jeans to the floor, the heavy metal of the belt hitting the hard wood as it did. He broke from the kiss to remove his shirt, and then he wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and carrying her over to the bed.

Placing her down on the bed, he slid between her soft thighs.

Kissing her neck, he sucked on the pulse, wanting to put his mark on her. For her to know she belonged to him. That he had this time with her.

She moaned his name, and he took her nipple into his mouth, pressing her tits together and rubbing his face against each one.

Letting them go, he slid a hand between her thighs, finding her already wet and swollen.

“I’m going to fuck you without a condom,” he said.

“I’m not on the pill.”

“Then we better make sure you get on that.” He gripped his cock, working his length between her slit. He bumped her clit a few times.

She was tense but aroused.

Either way, this was going to hurt her. The thought of causing her pain affected him, and he didn’t know why.

Causing pain had never been a problem to him. It wasn’t a deal breaker in any way, and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to see her shed a single tear.

He had to get this over with.

With his grip around his cock, he moved toward her entrance. Her legs were already wide open, waiting for him.

He didn’t wait to give her time to adjust. This had to be over and done with. The only way to do that was to fuck her, hard, and in a single thrust.

He did exactly that, slamming to the hilt within her. He felt her skin tear, give way to his cock, and she screamed.

Holding her to the bed, he took possession of her mouth, hating that one pained cry. He expected his men to come into the room to check on her, to make sure he wasn’t hurting her, and he was almost disappointed to see no one did. They trusted him, and deep down, he was fucking thrilled.

He didn’t stop kissing her.

She held onto his shoulders, trying to push him away, but her strength was no match for his. He could easily overpower her.

Edge simply remained still, allowing her to get accustomed to the feel of him within her tight heat.

****

Pain and pleasure mingled.

Leah didn’t know where she started or ended or where Edge was. The throbbing of his cock was such a weird feeling.

He’d finally done it.

She was no longer a virgin.

He had claimed her. Rather than be embarrassed, she was … happy.

She hadn’t been holding onto her virginity like some precious object to only give to her husband. She’d never found anyone to be with, anyone she wanted to spend her life with. Having sex seemed like something magical. The only person she wanted to give it to was someone she cared about.

She’d known Edge a handful of days, not enough time to know if she cared for him in any way. But this felt right. It felt natural.

He broke from the kiss, and she licked her lips, watching him.

“How are you?” he asked.

His voice sounded strained.