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Viktoria
“At first I had no idea what I would do with you. All of my wives are, how do you say? Perfect. I think that you would serve a purpose to give me babies,” the man that picked me up at the mayor’s house says, before turning to his phone and playing a game.
“Perfect doesn’t exist,” I mumble as I turn my head and look out the window at the passing trees of the darkened forest.
“I never gave you permission to speak. Shut your mouth, whore, and do as you are told,” the prince demands as he points a bony finger at me.
The loud yowl of a big cat screams out just as the car starts to vibrate from the roar of the motorcycles behind us. They are so loud that it makes it hard to hear anything in the car.
In the distance I see a large cat pacing back and forth across the road, and then he sits in the middle facing the oncoming car, the car I am in. He tilts his head back and screams.
“What the hell is a lynx doing in these woods? They are a Canadian species,” the prince yells as the car starts to swerve.
With the movements of the car going back and forth my body gets slammed and tossed around. I eventually end up on the floor curled into a ball and pray that the car will stop safely without rolling or even crashing into anything that could potentially leave me in a non-living state.
“Pull the car over now!” A deep masculine voice shouts from someplace close to the car.
“What is the meaning of this?” The prince shouts before turning to his driver and commanding him to safely pull the car over.
As the car stops, the prince fixes his clothing from the minor wrinkles the shaking of the car created.
“Get yourself off the floor and sit like a lady on the seat. Show some respect for your master, bitch.” His low voice shows no give and I immediately jump off the floor and sit with my head hanging low and my hands folded in my lap like I was put in time out. I don’t expect the slap that lands across my face that brings tears to my eyes.
The prince rolls down the window and starts shouting demands at the men on the other side. He tells them that he has every right to take me as I was bought and paid for; he makes me feel like a common whore.
I feel the door beside me open and a hand wraps around my upper arm before I am pulled from the car and into the body of a huge man.
“Name’s Slash, my brother is DoRight and he told me to protect you with my life,” he growls in my ear before he places me behind his back.
I crowd into his back placing my face against the patch on the leather vest thing and close my eyes.
I feel warmth against my legs and lean back, looking down into the same eyes that I have stared into frequently for the last few weeks. It can’t be! As that thought runs through my brain, the head from the big cat nudges at my hand.
“You’re just a friendly guy aren’t you?” I coo at the cat and watch as it sits down, listening to the verbal sparring that is going on around us.
“Girl, bike now,” Slash growls at me and nods at the cat, who stays seated in and nods his head.
“Get on behind me and hold on. Sorry that there is no bitch seat so try not to burn that sweet ass of yours on the fender.” I watch as the humongous man straddles the bike and holds out his hand for me to get on behind him.
“I-I-I don’t know if I can do this? I-I-I’ve never been on a motorcycle before,” I whisper in his ear. It’s like I don’t want anyone to know that I am a bike virgin.
“I promise you, just get on and sit close to my body, hold on and follow what I do with my body.” He chuckles and gently pulls me towards the seat.
I climb on and let him guide my arms around his chest, I hear him grumble something about his brother better respect his ass for doing this, and then he kicks the bike into gear.
The rumble of the pipes and the vibration of the bike under me make my body come to life. The vibrations on my pussy feel amazing and the sensations that ripple through me make me start to vibrate along with the bike.
I start to moan just as the bike slowly comes to a stop and Slash taps my arm to get off his bike.
“My brother doesn’t need to know that you just fucking had an orgasm on the back of my bike, but fuck me, girl, your moan went straight to my dick.” He adjusts his crotch and turns, grabbing the closest scantily clad girl and throwing her over his shoulder.
I stand there and look around; my legs start to rub together trying to ease the sexual tension the bike created between my thighs.
252
Etienne
I watch Slash and the boys ride away with my mate. I wanted to tear the arrogant prick’s throat out at the way he spoke about Viktoria like she was a trophy for him.
“Yes, you did not tell me that my last buy from you was part of a motorcycle gang,” the prince yells into the phone.
“No, Mr. Mayor, this will be the last girl that I buy from you, the last female that any of my colleagues buy.” I watch as his face drops and then he starts to nod.
“Yes, I understand. No, I do not want my businesses torn apart. Until next time, no I do not expect my money back, you can keep it.” He hangs up the
