Hawk's Property:Insurgents Motorcycle Club(2)By: Chiah Wilder
“Don’t you like me doing that?” he whispered.
“No very good English,” she mumbled.
“You from Russia?”
“How do you like the US of A?”
“USA, you like?”
“No, not what I want.”
“I can give you what you want, sweet one.” He moved closer to her. “Tell me what you want.”
She glanced quickly at him then turned away. “I was to be model. I come here for job as model. I come to make money to send to my family.”
“Are all the women in your family pretty like you?”
Shrugging, Nadyia picked at her cuticles. “I want to make much money, pretty clothes, and beautiful home. I want to be women I see in Good Housekeeping magazines.”
He laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you, but you look more like the women in Playboy.”
Redness brushed across her cheeks as she yanked her top down again, trying in vain to cover her midriff. “No, Good Housekeeping. You know, where kitchens is modern, husbands nice-looking, everyone has straight, white teeth.”
“You’re such a luscious angel.” A thread of danger wove through his thick voice.
“I no understand what you say to me.”
“It doesn’t matter. Hell, I’m nice-looking and I’ve got straight white teeth. This is your lucky night.”
“You make me do dirty things I no want to?” Her voice shook.
“Come over here, little one.”
Avoiding eye contact, Nadyia moved toward him. He grabbed her arms and slammed her into his tall, slender frame. Moving his hands down her face, to her neck and shoulders, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard. Nadyia winced. He squeezed them harder until she cried out. He panted heavily as he tore off her top, exposing her chest. Licking his lips, he continued squeezing and hitting her breasts. He twisted her nipples and she stifled a cry. Putting his mouth on her nipple, he bit down. Hard. Very hard. Nadyia screamed. He kept biting. Her screams pierced the stillness of the night.
* * *
A few hours later, in the darkness of the early hours, the man threw Nadyia’s battered, lifeless body into the newly dug grave behind the warehouse. She was nude except for the too-high heels on her small feet. He planned to keep her top and skirt so he could relive the excitement, the rush, this pretty angel gave him. This was one of the better fucks he had experienced in a while. Those asshole bikers outdid themselves on this one. They gave him a bonus—a virgin. He hadn’t had a virgin in a long time. He was so damned excited he fucked her in every hole, and the more she screamed, the harder he fucked and punished her. Just thinking about it and seeing her darling body in front of him gave him a hard-on. Shit, he needed her again, but he liked fucking them alive, not dead. After all, he wasn’t a sick bastard.
He laughed aloud as he covered her body with dirt. He’d have to get another luscious angel soon.
“Why are we here again?” Cara looked around the dark, smoky bar. Leather-clad men gawked at her.
“I have a crush on the bartender,” Sherrie said, jerking her head in the direction of a muscular, thirty-something guy behind the bar.
“But a biker bar… really? How did you even find out about this place?”
“Friend of mine who likes it wild parties with different bikers. She said this place was fun. I’ve been here a few times, and I’ve totally fallen for the bartender. His name is Patsy. Don’t you think he’s hot?” Sherrie threw back her shot of scotch and motioned the bartender for another one.
“Not my type. Has he fallen for you?”
“He flirts with me, but he does that with all the girls. I figure if I keep coming, he’s bound to want to know me better. We’re kinda at the ‘checking out my ass and boobs’ stage.”