Page 86 of Jerry's Passion (Insurgents MC Romance)
“You will.”
Jerry put the phone back in the cup dispenser and gripped the steering wheel.Fuck. Where did this psycho take her?He drove on, small dust clouds from the road rising up behind his rear wheels as the morning sun beat down.
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Kylie opened hereyes and winced as pins-and-needles pain bloomed in her head. She tried to rub it, but realized she couldn’t—she was tied to the bed, each wrist firmly secured to the bedposts. Her legs were also tied, and she darted her eyes around the room, spotting her kidnapper sitting on a chair opposite the bed, staring at her.
“I’m disappointed in you. You shouldn’t have done what you did to me, but then you’re Banger’s daughter. I guess I was dazzled by your soft skin, your luscious tits, and your innocent eyes. But you’re just a piece of Insurgent ass, aren’t you?”
“You talk real big. Who the fuck are you? How do you know my dad?” She pulled at the ropes to test them.
“They’re very secure. You’re not going anywhere. You don’t remember me because you were still in your mom’s belly when I came to your house with my mom, my dad, and my brother. My dad was an Insurgent, and he and your dad were buddies.”
“Who’s your dad?”
“Correction, sweet one. It’s whowasmy dad. Tug.”
Kylie blinked at him. “Uncle Tug? He’s your dad? Then why are you doing all this shit? He used to take me on rides around the neighborhood when he’d come visit my mom and dad. I don’t remember you, though. I do remember my dad saying Uncle Tug had two sons. Are you Mark or Pete?”
He laughed dryly. “Mark, and you wouldn’t, because he didn’t hang around his family. My dad preferred the Insurgents to his children, and the club whores to his wife. When he did come home, he acted like the meanest badass around. He used to beat the shit out of me and my brother. He’d tie us up in the garage. He’d put a beam up, throw a rope over it, and tie us up by the wrists. Then for the hell of it, he’d pull on it until only our toes would be touching the ground. He’d strip off our clothes and beat the shit out of us with a paddle, a whip, a belt. You name it, he used it.”
“How awful,” she gasped. A wave of nausea washed over her and she shuddered. She couldn’t comprehend how a parent could inflict such cruelty upon his children.
“I bet your dad never beat you once, did he? Your beautiful, soft flesh hasn’t been marked, has it? I bet it’d look so sexy with bright red lashes on it.” He licked his lips and his eyelids fluttered.
She noticed his bulge was bigger than it’d been when she’d come to. “If your dad was so mean to you, then why are you mad atmydad? Shouldn’t you be mad at yours?”
“I’m here for my mother. Even though he beat her to a pulp more times than I can count, she stood by my dad and loved him. Loved him more than her sons. Can you imagine that? She’d close the door and go up to her room when he inflicted his torture on us.”
“Please untie me. I promise I won’t try anything. My wrists are so sore. I didn’t know who you were when I kicked you, but now I do. We’re connected through the Insurgents.” Kylie hoped she sounded convincing. She couldn’t let this madman do what she feared he wanted to do. She’d seen the black bag on the end table when she regained consciousness, the handle of a whip hanging out of it.
Mark stared at her, his eyes roaming over her body. “I think you are the most beautiful and perfect woman I’ve ever seen. I should’ve killed you three months ago, but I wanted to touch you. I want to fuck you.”
“You should’ve just come to me. I would’ve welcomed you. Our dads go way back. They’re buds.”
Then his softness morphed into evilness. “Your fucking father killed mine. He tortured him then let him die slowly—I know it. My mother is still crying over him.”
“My dad wouldn’t do anything like that, especially to Uncle Tug. Maybe he just left.”
“No, he didn’t just run off,” he sneered. “Chigger told me what they did, and I have to vindicate his death. You know the rules of our world. The bitch pays for the sins of her father or brother.” He rubbed his hands over his face then cradled it in them. “I just didn’t plan for you to be so special.” He groaned then stood up and walked over to the black bag on the table.
Kylie’s eyes widened when she saw the paddle, whip, very large dildo, gag, and various clamps for God knows what. Deep shivers shook her body as she tried to quell her rising fear. She had to get him to untie her; that was her only chance.
He walked back over to her with a few of the clamps in his hands. “These will hurt, but they will also give you pleasure.” He stared down at her intently. “I do want to give you pleasure, Kylie. I care very much for you. I have to punish you for fucking Ricky and Jerry, but I’m only doing it because I love you. I don’t want to hurt you like I did that biker’s cunt sister.”
Kylie’s stomach plummeted to her feet. This fucking madman had killed Jerry’s sister and mom?I have to get him to untie me.“Please let me give you pleasure too.”
Mark jerked his head back.
“I want to feel you as much as you want to feel me. Please let me wrap my arms around you.”
He paused, then shook his head. “Each mark I make, each thrust of my cock in you, will please me.” He slowly unbuttoned her blouse. “Your skin is like velvet. I knew it would be.”
Kylie twisted her body to avoid his touch, and he rasped, “I like watching your body writhe. Fuck. You’re all mine now, Kylie. No one’s here but you and me.”
“I’m going to lose it. I really have to go to the bathroom. You can come with me if you don’t believe me, but I have to go. Otherwise I’ll wet the bed, and that’s not too sexy, is it?” She prayed he wasn’t into body fluids.
“You sure you have to go?”
