Nitro's Torment (Sydney Storm MC 2)

Every single minute of every single day of the last nine months had been spent working towards that end. I wouldn’t back the fuck down after all that. And I certainly wouldn’t lose my chance to settle the score.

He slapped my hands out of the way and yanked me to him. His movements caught me off guard, and before I knew it, he had his hands on my ass and his mouth all over my breasts.

Fuck.

I froze.

Our eyes locked and he must have seen something there that made him question this. Gripping my hair, he pulled my head back. “I wanna know who the fuck you are. But first, I want my dick in that ass of yours.”

Ice slid through my veins at the cold emptiness laced through his words. My mind raced with possible scenarios of how I would get myself out of the shit I was in. Before I managed to settle on a plan, he stood, picked me up and threw me on the bed face first.

I scrambled to flip myself onto my back, but he was faster than I gave him credit for. His strong arm scooped me around the waist while he reached under my dress to rip my panties off.

The sound of them tearing filled my ears, right before the sound of his groan. “Fuck, this ass is something else.” He rubbed my ass cheeks before slipping his hand between my legs to reach for my pussy. “I’m fucking you everywhere tonight so get ready, because this isn’t gonna be pretty for you. You’re dry as a fucking desert.”

I squeezed my eyes shut while he shoved his finger in my pussy. My body shook with dread, but no fucking way was I going down without a fight. I’d anticipated this could get messy, and I’d come prepared.

Waiting for that moment where his attention would be on himself for at least a split second, I focused on getting my breathing under control.

You can do this.

You can’t let him get away with the shit he’s done.

He finished fingering me, and his hold around my waist loosened. I knew that was my moment, so as fast as I could, I thrust my body forward, away from him. As soon as I was out of his hold, I flipped over and reached for the knife I’d secured around my ankle in my boots. Gripping it hard, I lunged at him, aiming the knife at his chest.

I almost succeeded.

Again, he was too fast, his reflexes finely honed for battle. He grasped my wrist and twisted my arm. “Fucking bitch,” he snarled as he forced the knife from my hand. “You’ll pay for this.”

My heart crashed into my chest. “I’ve already paid for it, asshole. There’s nothing more you can do to me that will make it any worse.”

His fist smashed into my cheek, delivering pain that slowed me down. I ended up almost falling off the bed. My head and upper body dangled off the side while the rest of my body lay sprawled sideways across the mattress. I tried like hell to force myself onto the floor; however, he had other ideas.

The bed dipped as he planted himself either side of me. A second later, he grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my head back, twisting it to the side so he could see my cheek. His heavy body covered mine, almost suffocating me, and he punched me hard in the face again. So hard I saw black.

I gasped for air as the pain consumed me.

I’m going to die.

I’m going to die at the hands of a filthy biker.

It was a good day to die.

As much as I’d gone there to kill him, I’d always known there was a good chance he’d kill me instead.

I was okay with that.

Because the truth was, I’d died nine months ago.

The day he’d taken the one person I cared about the most in the world was the day I gave up wanting to live.

And now he would take my life, too.

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Nitro

“Hell’s Bells” by AC/DC