Chuckling, he drops his hand from the side of my face to wrap it around my waist. “Don’t care about age here, darlin’. As long as you're over eighteen, it’s all good,” he says, tilting his head down to hold my gaze.
“Oh, okay, but I should probably not drink. I’ll have to drive back to campus.” God, can I be any more stupid? Just shoot me now.
“That’s cool. How about we go sit by the bonfire? It’s quieter out there, and we can talk,” Lucien says, and I nod my head in response, feeling overwhelmed.
The rest of the night and well into the morning, Lucien and I had an amazing time.
For the next six months, that’s what we did a lot of the time when we were together. Well, that and making out with some heavy groping. When I decided to give him my virginity, he seemed to become more protective of me. Lucien would have a prospect watching over me whenever he wasn’t with me. I thought it was a little too much, but I knew from my uncle that bikers were protective and did what they wanted to.
Another six months later, Lucien and I were living together. I knew he wouldn’t be home every night because he would have to do things for the club, and I didn’t want to seem like some cling-on.
Lucien always made it to my games. Rain or shine, if it was a home game, he was there. Even some of the ones that were too far away, he’d be there as well. I couldn’t be any happier having such a supportive boyfriend. However, I was wrong. The day I graduated, he proposed to me.
Everyday seemed to be perfect and unreal.
But as they say, everything that seems perfect is never the case.
Lucien didn’t want a long engagement, and neither did I, so we’d set a date for a month later. But the day before we were getting married, I found out I was pregnant, and, in my excitement, I went to the clubhouse to share my news with him.
Stepping into the clubhouse, I froze right inside the door. My heart was pounding so hard, I was scared it would fly out of my chest. Standing in front of me was none other than Lucien and Raynor, both having sex with Jinx, one of the women who is always hanging around the clubhouse.
Too dumbfounded to do anything but watch, I stare at the man who claims to love me as he fucks another woman. Right as he comes, he looks up and meets my eyes and smirks. A second later, he pulls out of Jinx, shoves his dick back in his pants, and walks to the bar. Not to me, but the bar. I’d rushed out of there so quickly after that, going home thinking this was all a mistake and he’d come after me.
Of course, he didn’t. Lucien didn’t get home until well after midnight, drunk off his ass.
“Why did you do it?” I asked.
“Babe, you ain’t the only pussy I take. Don’t think it’s all that special. Besides, after tomorrow, you and I will be tied together just the way we were meant to be. That way, you can stop fuckin’ acting like I hung the moon,” he says nonchalantly.
“But I thought you loved me,” I say, tears filling my eyes.
“Open your eyes, Rachel. It’s the way of my world. Welcome to it, because from now on, you do everything I fuckin’ tell you. You jump when I say, and you ride my dick when I tell you to. Hell, if I want to share you with Raynor, I fuckin’ will. You belong to me, bitch, so you best get with the program.” He laughs.
Shaking my head, I turn away from him as I ball my hands in fury. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself. I’m a human being, and I don’t want any of this.”
I didn’t see the hit coming until it was too late. Lucien backhands one side of my face. “Don’t even think about leaving me, Rachel,” he sneers before backhanding my other cheek. “You belong to me, I own you, and I’ll be damned if I let you think otherwise.”
“No, you don’t. I’m leaving, and don’t try to stop me,” I scream as I head for the bedroom to pack my things.
Lucien followed behind me, slamming the bedroom door as soon as he entered the room. No words are said as he grabs me by the wrist and slams me against the wall, forcing me to bang my head. Lifting a hand to my throat, he squeezes. “Told you already, don’t even think about leaving me.”
Letting go of my wrist, he throws me over to the bed, where he rips the clothes from my body and sinks inside me. The brutal thrust he uses causes me to scream in pain.
“Shut the fuck up and take what I give you, Rachel. You agreed to marry me, and this is me, not that image I painted in your head,” he growls right before he comes.
Leaning over me, he grabs the cuffs he keeps there for when we’d done the kinkier things he’d wanted to teach me.
Lucien left me there for a week straight, chained to the bed.
After the truth came out, Lucien decided he didn’t need to marry me to keep me, which was fine with me since it would make it that much easier to run from him when I got the chance.
Two months into my new reality, I had no choice but to tell Lucien I was pregnant. He hadn’t been too happy at first, but then it was like a switch flickered in him. All of a sudden, the Lucien I fell in love with was back, taking me to the doctor and doing things with me. When we found out we were having twins, he had the biggest grin on his face.
Maybe Lucien was going through something when he’d gotten so mad and hit me. Then again, who’s to say he’s not trying to pull the wool over my eyes.
Nope, not the case. The day I went into labor, I called his phone. When he answered, moans and groans could be heard in the background. “What?” he demanded.
“I . . . I’m . . . the babies are coming,” I stammered.
“Well, about damn time,” he grunts. “I’ll send the prospect to take you to the hospital. I’ll be there when I’m done fuckin’.” He had disconnected before I could tell him not to worry about coming to the hospital.
Lucien didn’t show up until hours after the babies were born. I’d been smart enough to go ahead and name them, giving them my last name instead of Lucien’s. That earned me a slap across the face.
“Told you, Rachel, you belong to me, same as those kids do. You don’t make decisions like you did,” he growls.
I didn’t say a word to him. Let him be pissed at me. At least I got to name my children what I wanted to. When I first held them in my arms, I knew I had to get out and do it as soon as possible.
As the weeks went by, Lucien was barely around, not wanting to hear Luca’s and Corinne’s screams. Which I was grateful for. The less time I spent in his presence, the better.
Ten weeks after the babies were born, I overheard Lucien on the phone with his dad, Titan, talking about his plans to transfer to the Lucifer’s Heretics clubhouse in Kansas and that he was bringing all of us with him. I don't think so. Then he said the most horrifying words he could— “Find a buyer for the brat of a daughter. She’ll pull in a good chunk of money.” His laughter caused me to flinch.
Before he disconnected with his dad, he spotted me eavesdropping. “I was just going to see if you’d go get some formula for Luca and Corinne,” I stutter.
Lucien doesn’t say a word as he begins to beat me, slamming his fists into my body. As I crumble to the floor, he kicks me in the ribs repeatedly. “Don’t ever fuckin’ listen to my conversations, bitch,” he growls.
“Rachel, wake up, we’re here,” Milley says, but something about her tone seems off.