Break Me In: A Biker Romance Serial (The Devil's Host Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Shari Slade

Author:Shari Slade [Slade, Shari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-05-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

I go somewhere in my mind. A place with soft grass instead of corrugated metal, a place that smells like honeysuckle instead of dank sweat. I stay there for a long time. There’s a green field beside a lake, and Noah is rising up out of the water naked. His body is beautiful, the hard planes covered with wildflower colors. The stars are out and the sun is shining and nothing hurts. He reaches for me again and again. When he does, I dance to music only we can hear.

The lake is my tears. The switch, cutting through the air, is our song.

My body is awkward, jerking and swaying in the darkness. Every sharp crack tries to pull me back to the present, forces me to pay attention. I squeeze my eyes shut so we can be alone in that place where pain is pleasure. Where everything he does to me feels good because he’s the one doing it.

All my moans belong to him.

I don’t know how many strikes it takes for Harry to cave—five lashes? Fifty? I just know that he does.

“The Bloody Jokers. They didn’t give me a choice either.” Harry cries.

The rival club name is strange and none of his sobbing confession makes sense to me, but Dev is satisfied. He leaves Harry in a heap on the floor and stalks over to us. Fresh adrenaline spikes my bloodstream, and my heart stutters back to a racing gallop. I try to slow my breathing, to hide my fear from this monster, but I can’t. I feel my nostrils flaring, see Dev’s satisfied smirk. His gaze rakes over me, and it’s like salt in every wound. He’s cold, assessing, and so fucking pleased with himself. I hold my cry in my throat, trap it there, because he wants it more than anything. He wants my anguish and the anguish it will cause Noah. I refuse to give that to him too.

Whatever he wants, I’m going to make him fight for it if I can.

He smiles. “You were a very good girl. The club owes you a favor.”

There’s a heat in that smile that makes my stomach turn even as I’m relieved that this nightmare is ending. Having Dev owe me anything feels wrong, dangerous in a way climbing onto the back of Noah’s bike never did. I think maybe the only thing Dev owes people is terror and chaos. “Then let me go.”

“That’s not up to me, sweetheart. You’re his problem. And if he’s anything like me, after that performance you aren’t going anywhere.”

My mouth floods with saliva, and I want to spit right in Dev’s smug face. I’m reminded of snakes that swallow their prey whole and then don’t eat for a month. That’s the look on Dev’s face. Like he’ll be digesting tonight’s entertainment for a long time. I pray that I’m right, because if he touches me again, I’m pretty sure Noah will lose his mind and we’ll all end up dead.

I don’t know much, but everything I know so far tells me Noah is nothing like him.

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