Page 64 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“What’s that? We spending the night here?” Kelsey asked.
A cold smile played on his lips. “It’s my bag of toys. We’re going to have a real good time, Kelsey. And if you do well, I’ll give you a bonus. For the next three hours, you’re mine. You do what I tell you, and you’ll be fine. If you don’t, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“I guess. Are you into that bondage shit?”
“Yeah, and a lot more.”
“I’m okay with it as long as you don’t get too rough.”
“No promises.” He unzipped the bag and took out a paper towel, a spoon, a lighter, a syringe, and a baggie of white powder. “You want some?” He waved the baggie in front of her face.
Licking her lips, Kelsey’s eyes lit up and she nodded. “I’ve never injected.”
“You’ve been missing out. I can show you how good it’ll make you feel.” He poured a small amount onto the spoon and lit the lighter underneath it. “You’re gonna love the rush.”
Three hours later, he untied Kelsey’s hands and feet. She’d been trussed up like a hog, and the angry red marks on her ass and back made him go tight in his pants. She lay still on the mattress marked with her blood and his semen. “Our time is up.” He placed the ropes, wrist and ankle cuffs, collar, and paddle in his bag. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the leather crop he’d used earlier on Kelsey’s clit. It was his favorite way of disciplining a bitch, and when he was whipping her clit, making it red and swollen, he was punishing Kylie for fucking the goddamned Insurgent.
Flexing his wrist, he flicked the crop against her reddened ass cheeks. “I said, let’s go.” Kelsey groaned and turned over, grimacing as she pushed herself off the bed. He’d placed her clothes next to her, and she slowly dressed. Under his breath, he chuckled, his dick growing hard once more just thinking of all the things he was going to do to his Kylie when her time came. And it would be soon. He had to have her.
“You got anymore crystal?” Kelsey asked as she walked stiffly toward him.
“You had enough. Next time, I’ll give you more.”
The guy opened the door and walked out without a backward glance at Kelsey. Once she got in the car, she sat sideways, and he figured it was because her ass was too sore. He fucking loved that.
“Here we are,” he said as his car idled in front of her trailer. The purple Corvette was locked away in a storage unit, since fucking Ricky had managed to live. He didn’t have a choice, so now he was driving a sensible Buick. He ought to seek out the little shit and finish off what he’d started.
He leaned over and pulled her to him by the hair. She yelped and he covered her mouth with his. She moaned softly, pressing closer to him. Bitches were all the same. They’d tell a guy they didn’t want to do the hard shit, but then they ended up fucking loving it. It happened all the time to him. Cunts were so predictable.
“Don’t tell your brother we’re going out.”
“Why?”
He twisted his hand in her hair and yanked it until her eyes teared and a painful whimper emitted from her throat. “Don’t fucking question me. Just don’t tell him shit about us.”
“Okay,” she gasped.
“You can go now.” He shoved her back toward the door. She slowly slid out of the car, groaning as she moved her legs.
“What about the money you promised me?”
He opened his wallet and took out four one-hundred-dollar bills. “Three hundred for the fucking, and one hundred for having such a great ass.” He threw the money on the ground. “Close the door.” She complied.
As he was leaving, he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw her struggling to bend down to pick up the bills before they blew away.What a dirty slut.If the Insurgent weren’t her brother, he wouldn’t even spit on her. While he banged her rough, each time he came, he saw Kylie’s pretty face. He needed her badly, and he couldn’t wait much longer.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kylie was fullof sadness, as every other emotion was pushed away. Where there once was passion, laughter, and light, it was now just an aching emptiness. When Jerry had told her he didn’t want to be with her anymore, her heart had broken into tiny pieces, and she’d had to leave before she broke down in front of him. She’d wanted to wrap her arms around him and beg him to stay with her, but he’d made it clear he was bored of her already. What they had hadn’t even lasted the whole summer, only seventy-two days—nothing more than a blink of an eye in a person’s life.
She pulled her knees closer to her as she sat on the front porch, watching summer unfold. Her dad was right—Jerry was nothing but a macho, asshole man-whore. She was well rid of him, and she shouldn’t have ever let her feelings get the better of her. From the beginning, she knew becoming involved with him was a risk, but deep down, she’d hoped he would’ve fallen for her, realizing she was the only one for him. But he hadn’t. He’d had his fun, and now was bored with her inexperienced fumbles when they screwed.
How could he leave me when we had a connection stronger than anything we’d ever felt before with anyone? How am I going to survive the summer before school starts?She’d made up her mind that she wouldn’t go to the clubhouse for the rest of the summer and would limit family gatherings with the club.
The glass tabletop rumbled softly, and she looked at her phone’s screen as it started blinking.
Ricky:Just touching base re this weekend. We still good?
She’d forgotten he was coming this weekend. At that moment, though, she was grateful he’d insisted on coming to see her.
