Bred by the MC Prez (Breeding Season 5)

“Look, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not a monster,” he said. “I’ve brought you some clothes. I want to know the truth. Do you get off on this sort of thing?”

He held out two items of clothing. They looked like jeans and a shirt.

“You want me to wear clothes?” she asked. Her voice didn’t sound like hers.

“Yeah, I do. Does that surprise you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I figured you’d be hungry. I haven’t eaten for most of the day. We’ve got the grill fired up, and you’re welcome to join us.”

“I am?”

Forge laughed. “Exactly who are you?”

“I’m no one,” she said, answering quickly.

“Something tells me you’re way more than someone.”

She pressed her lips together, not wanting to give anything away.

“Fine. Your secrets are your own. I won’t pry just yet.” He shook the clothes. “Here, take them.”

She got off the bed, grabbing them.

Forge then surprised her as he turned, giving her some privacy. “Get changed. I’ll escort you down. Not all the boys were there when I picked you up. They need to know not to mess with you. You belong to me.”

He was being … kind. She wasn’t used to anyone caring.

“I didn’t offer to be this,” she said, quickly pulling the jeans up her body and the shirt over her head. “You can look.” She folded her arms across her chest, trying to hide herself.

Forge removed his leather cut and handed it to her.

“What is this?”

“It’s for you.”

“It is?”

“Yes. Wear it. It’ll make you feel more comfortable.” He held it open and she stepped into it.

The warmth of his body surrounded her and for the first time all night, she felt safe. Warm. “Thank you.”

“Do not mistake this kindness I’m offering you as any weakness. You belong to me, Beth.”

She nodded, feeling the smile fall from her. Of course. There was no chance of her ever being happy. She was surrounded by men determined to hurt her. Who only wanted to use her for their own gains.

Her father had made sure she wasn’t near any men growing up, believing her virgin state would help his cause. He’d been right. Look at where she was now. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by an MC club she didn’t know, with instructions to keep him happy.

The first time she saw a naked man was on a television screen with her father right beside her and his men. It had been so embarrassing. She was sure if there had been more time, he’d have even forced her to practice. The humiliation washed over her.

“Now, are you hungry?”

She nodded her head. It was easier not to talk. To just nod her head. Be the quaint little submissive everyone wanted her to be. Not to put up a fight or to pretend she wanted her own life.

Forge took her hand and she tried to ignore the heat coming from him. Even as he’d brought her swiftly down to the real world, he still felt safe and warm.

They left the bedroom, walking down the long corridor, going toward the stairs. There were several