Repeat Offender (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 1)

The burn in my legs. The tight stretch of my pussy. The ache of him hitting the end of me.

The punishing thrusting of his cock inside of me was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of.

And just when I thought that I couldn’t take anymore, another orgasm hit me.

I didn’t think anything could top the first two. How could it? They had been all but life shattering.

But this one? The one where he took me so hard that I felt my teeth rattle? This one was out of this world.

Bright lights started to dance in my vision, and then things started shutting down. I could do nothing but feel.

My nipples were dragging along the leather on the console. The handcuffs were digging into my wrists. The seat belts were giving me a burn.

But my body was exploding. Into a million, tiny, fucked up pieces.

I knew, even without ever experiencing it before, that I would never be the same again.

There was just no way that I could be.

Not after this.

Not after this life-changing experience.

“Fuck,” I heard him growl.

Then I felt hot spurts filling my channel. I hadn’t realized I would be able to feel a man come. But there I was, feeling it.

And it only added to the effects.

The feeling burst through me, and I could do nothing but scream. Luckily, this time, Lynn had been ready. He had his hand over my mouth to muffle the scream, and I could smell myself on his fingers.

The finger in my asshole seemed to triple in size, and it would only be later that I realized he’d doubled the number that were inside of me to two.

It felt like forever later when I finally came back to reality.

His hand slowly moved from my face to drag down the length of my back, and then suddenly I was free of not only the cuffs holding my hands in place but also the seat belts holding my upper body.

Seconds later he was sitting back with me in his arms, and the new position of his cock going impossibly deeper made me moan.

He pressed his mouth to my throat, a kiss, then a small love bite.

“I think that we’re going to be lucky if they don’t come over here and investigate after they’re done,” he growled.

I licked my dry lips. “What was so important going on behind us?”

He bit me lightly on the neck. “Someone tried to boost the car next to us.”

“Mine?” I asked in alarm.

He chuckled. “I have no fuckin’ clue. I was too busy fucking you to find out any more details than that.”

I could totally understand that.

“You heard that?” I asked. “How? I was so…”

“So full of me you couldn’t even think,” he finished for me.

“Yes,” I whispered, throat tight as embarrassment swamped me again. “That’s exactly right.”

“Nothing we do is wrong,” he told me. “If it feels good, is consensual, and mostly legal in all fifty states, then I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

I snickered at his words.

That snicker turned into a slight moan when he pulled out of me.

The rush of wetness let me know rather quickly that I’d fucked up.

That we’d fucked up.

“Ummm,” I hesitated. “We, uh, did this without, um, protection.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

Chuckled.

He laughed!

What the hell?

I pressed my elbow into his chest and leaned up. His cock moved against my leg, and I knew that we were likely making a mess.

“Why are you laughing?” I asked him.

He smoothed his hand up my side, his fingers tickling the flesh over my tank top that was still, surprisingly, on.

“I’m clean,” he said. “It’s been a… while.”

My brows rose.

“You didn’t know that it’d been a while for me,” I countered.

His eyes moved until they were locked with mine. “I know.”

“How?” I asked.

“I deal in information,” he said. “I know things about you that you probably don’t even know.”

I scoffed at his words. “You do not.”

“I do,” he disagreed. “I know a lot about everyone. It’s how I make a living. However, saying that, there is one thing I’d like to know.”

I pursed my lips, not sure that I wanted him to know everything about me.

But… I found myself reluctant to not give him what he wanted.

Was that absolutely stupid? Because I was thinking it was.

“What?” I asked hesitantly.

“Why do you go?” he asked, pulling me in tight to his chest again.

My head was now resting against his upper pectoral, and I was so freakin’ comfortable I never wanted to leave.

He trailed his finger down the length of my cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair around my ear.

“My dad is…” I paused. “Suicidal. If I don’t go, he starts acting like I’ve committed the ultimate act of treason. It’s easier for him to see me in group settings, rather than go to his house.” I paused. “I’m terrified that if I go home, he’s going to be strung from the banister in his foyer. That’s… I don’t go home anymore, Lynn.”