Bred by the MC Prez (Breeding Season 5)

“No,” Forge said.

“Do you have any idea how much a virgin would gain at an auction?” Peterson asked. “Millions of dollars.”

“I’m taking the girl and I’ll be getting my money. You like your cushy life, don’t you? The power you wield. If you think to take the girl after giving her to me, you’ll be out of office by the morning and your wealth, what little of it you have left along with the power, will be wiped out.” He stepped up close. “Do you want to try me on this?”

“But—”

“An extension is all you get. Nothing more.” He looked toward Beth, seeing her shake. “You lost any power of reducing the bill when you allowed others to look at her. Cover her up.”

The guard quickly put her robe back on and he nodded, satisfied. Holding out his hand, he waited for her to step toward him.

“Do we have a deal or do you want to test my patience even more?” Forge asked.

“Fine. Yes, an extension is exactly what I need. Go, Beth. Be a good girl like I’ve told you to always be.”

She was shoved toward him and he held her close, feeling just how scared she was.

Her tremors angered him. He would take care of her and she was going to tell him every single detail about her father and his business.

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“You’re nothing but a whore. You were made with a whore and that’s exactly what you are.”

All her life, Beth knew how much her father despised her and his wife. They couldn’t have her mother running off and telling the media how he took advantage of her. So, they’d kept her at home during the whole pregnancy, only for her mother to die giving birth to her, and Peterson had seen it as a way of making millions of potential viewers loving him. He had designs for the big job and to do that, he had to be memorable. So he took in his nanny’s child, and Beth, she rarely went out. They wouldn’t allow her.

She was nothing more than a slave within the Peterson household until there was a need for her to smile at the camera and to pretend everything was okay. She hated pretending. Forcing a smile to her lips so people assumed she was happy.

Glancing around the room she’d been locked in, she felt sick to her stomach.

Her father hadn’t lied.

She was a virgin.

Untouched.

No one had ever given her the time of day.

She let out a sniffle, wiping beneath her nose. If she didn’t do exactly as her father wanted, he was going to kill her. She’d been told to distract Forge. To give him whatever he wanted.

Before being dragged into the car, she’d been forced to watch porn. Saw a woman deep throat a man, take him into her pussy and then her ass, before sucking on his cock again. They’d made her watch and told her what she had to do.

She closed her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the bathrobe closer to her. Back at the Peterson mansion, after her chores, she had her own little room down at the end of the yard. It wasn’t much. A small house. One bedroom, one kitchen, one bathroom. She loved it. Every single evening, she would leave and pretend like she was only going to a job. Not that she was a prisoner. One day, she hoped to be free. To be far away from the Petersons and to have a life where no one dictated to her what she had to do. She’d yet to achieve that but she had hoped. She always did.

There was no reason to even think about giving up.

Now though, locked in the MC Prez’s bedroom at his clubhouse, she felt even more afraid. He’d looked so angry as he took her. Riding on the back of his bike was one of the most difficult things she’d ever done.

Covering her face, she hoped her body stopped shaking soon. She had to keep telling herself it would all be fine. Her father threatened to have her killed multiple times a week. This was no different. He couldn’t hurt her here.

What if Forge and his men were meant to be the ones to finally kill her? To clean up his twenty-four-year-old mess.

The door to the bedroom opened and Forge, the man who now owned her, stepped inside. He held something in his hands but she couldn’t make it out. The light coming from the lamps didn’t cast enough glow to show every single corner of the room.

She lowered her hands and stared at him, feeling frozen to the spot.

“Did you offer to come here? Is this all an act?” He pointed at her body.

At first, she didn’t know if this was a trap. If she told him the truth, would he tell her father? Would he beat her? She’d been on the other end of a belt before. If there was one thing she knew, she didn’t like to be hurt, to be whipped. Even being slapped. She hated it all.