Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 1)

He pulls out of me as quickly as he entered, and I feel a sense of hollowness in place of where he was. Ignoring that pang of disappointment at the loss of contact so abruptly becomes my primary focus.

I hear the rustle of his jeans as I sink to the floor, my back still turned, as the shame washes over me. The wetness between my thighs is a mixture of him and me, keeping reality fresh in my mind. I’m still trying to process all this.

“Get your clothes on. One of the girls will get you more stuff to wear. You can’t ride with us in your preppy girl attire. You’ll draw too much attention.”

I just nod weakly while hugging myself.

“And do that pouting, crying shit, and I’ll go ahead and give you back to Benny. I don’t need that drama. Buzz kill.”

The callous, cold nature of his tone isn’t surprising, but it still cuts me. I sniffle and nod quickly while standing to my feet. I start picking up my clothes, wondering if any of my dignity is left within the fabric.

“Look at me and tell me you understand.”

I swallow hard, and then I bring my eyes to slowly climb up his body. His jeans are back on, but he’s barefoot, and the top button on his pants is open. His shirt is in his hand, giving my eyes a new sight.

The hard lines of his abdomen and chest are… distracting. His arms are sleeved with tattoos, and several more are on his chest and sides. A flicker of silver catches my eyes, and I realize he has a barbell through each nipple.

Honestly, I’ve never seen a pierced nipple before this moment. Not that it’s more than a second-long distraction.

Finally, my eyes meet his piercing blue ones, and I ignore the cocky grin on his face.

“You’re not to touch anyone else here. If you’re going to be mine, then you’re only mine.”

It’s actually a relief to know he won’t be passing me around.

“And you?” I ask, cursing myself for being so brazen.

His brow cocks in amusement as one corner of his mouth quirks up in a taunting grin.

“What about me?” he asks, but I look down instead of answering.

“Answer me,” he prompts. “And look at me while you speak.”

Slowly, I bring my eyes back up.

“Are you only going to be touching me?”

He laughs as he comes closer, a mocking sound once again.

This man just fucked me so thoroughly that I can barely stand, and he never even bothered to kiss me. I’m not sure why that’s the center of my focus right now. There are other things much larger to worry about.

He grabs my chin roughly, but not painfully, and tilts my head up as he runs his free hand down my naked side, slowly moving to my ass when he gets close enough.

“I’m Drex Caine, baby. I’ll touch whoever I want, whenever I want.”

Which means I’ll go to the doctor regularly.

I don’t speak. Instead, I hold his gaze and let him intimidate me the way he wants to. I won’t fight him in any way, because he’ll consider it a challenge and try to break me.

I’ll let him win all the battles so that I can endure the war.

“Stay up here. I have to go meet with Pop. Don’t come down.”

Considering there is an entire warehouse below that is full of bikers that scare the hell out of me, I’m glad he’s leaving me up here. But what would be the consequences if I didn’t follow orders?

“Will I be staying up here?” I ask weakly. “I mean… full time. Is this my room?”

His dark smile shouldn’t be so sexy. In fact, it makes me hate him more, because I feel all the more twisted for liking that smile.

“This is my room, but yeah. You’ll stay up here for now. Until I decide what to do with you. You can sleep over there.” He points to a leather couch against the far wall of the vast room.

Two girls with their legs spread wide, heads thrown back mid-orgasm, and bodies bare for all to see, are on a poster that adorns the wall just above that couch.

I really hope he has disinfectant spray or something.

“Okay.”

“Blankets are in the closet. Sheets, too. And you can take one of the pillows from my bed. Just one.”

I nod while tucking my head low. I brought my own pillow in my bag, along with my own blankets, just in case I got lucky enough to have my own bed. A couch is better than sharing a bed. And I guess it’s better Drex has me instead of his father. My skin isn’t crawling like I thought it would be. Which is another set of issues I’ll have to deal with. Later.

If I survive this, I’m going to need a lot of therapy.