Spider hums in agreement. “Maybe I should make you suck all of us off and not just me, hmm?”
Suck… Dear God, no. I shake my head frantically.
Spider’s smile is cruel. He drops his hand, though, and I heave relieved breaths, trying to steady myself as he backs away.
“Turn around and spread your legs. Let the others see your pussy.”
And I thought he was going to back off.
I want to scream at him to stop. Worse, I feel my fists balling up with an urge I’ve never felt before in my life. An urge to hurt him, hit him hard. The realization that I’m even capable of such thoughts sickens me.
And worse, his command makes me wetter.
Reminding myself of the gun, I turn around, spreading my legs.
Striker and Reaper devour the sight of me.
I turn my eyes away, but Spider cups my chin, directing my eyes right at the full-length mirrors that line the wall opposite us.
His huge hand is trapping my jaw, leaving me nowhere to look but at my naked body pressed to his powerful frame, my legs spread. I can see the tattoo of a spider and its web on the back of his hand clear as day. The rings on his fingers gleam wicked and demonic in the room’s golden light. My chest rises and falls hard with something between panic and excitement.
Even the pastors who raved about the horrors of the world never warned us about anything like this.
“Look at yourself,” he rumbles in my ear. “Look at you with those beautiful tits and that perfect pussy bared for us all to see. So fucking gorgeous, little thief.”
What is he going to do to me? The hunger in his voice eats at my soul and strokes my sex.
“Please…” I beg.
Spider growls and shoves my chest down onto the platform. Even before he moves in behind me and kicks my legs further apart, panic morphs into terror.
A hard bulge presses into my sex, making me jolt. I swallow. Arousal and humiliation fight for headspace as it hits me what that is. I try to jerk upright, but he grips my shoulder, and I can’t move.
I don’t need to be experienced to know what’s coming now.
“Give us a show, Spidy,” Arson says. “She deserves what she gets.”
Wow. They’re all as bad as him.
Spider runs his palm up my back and seizes my hair in his fist, pinning me in place. My heart batters my ribs.
“You can’t do this,” I spit. “You can’t!”
Spider slides his hand over my butt cheeks as if he’s committing every inch to memory. “Fuckable ass,” he hisses. Then he slides his fingers into my sopping folds again, then his fingers still.
I wait with bated breath to see what he’ll do next, but his fingers don’t move. What’s he waiting for?
“Have you ever fucked anyone, thief?” he says in my ear, but loud enough for the others to hear.
My eyes water and I push the tears back. “No.”
Please, please, no. If there is a divine God, I wouldn’t complain if he sent a lightning bolt down and fried Spider and the others right now.
“She’s lying,” Striker says. “No one that hot hasn’t spread her legs at least once.”
“Shut the fuck up, Striker.” Spider slides two of his fingers into me.
I wince at the sting, turning my head away in humiliated horror.
My captor makes an approving sound deep in his throat. “So fucking tight.” He stretches me with his fingers. Testing my virginity, I realize. “Perfect for my cock.”
His cock. Dear Jesus, I’m not ready for that.
Spider slides his fingers in and out. The pain is so intense, I huff in huge breaths, my thighs shaking with the effort to pull away. I try to lift my shoulders up, and the hand gripping my hair moves to my neck, once more pinning me in place.
Tears, of pain, but also of grief for what he’s taking from me, make my eyes blur and drip onto the glass platform.
I hate myself for crying almost as much as I hate him.
Spider pumps his fingers in and out a few more times. My thighs shake even more, my legs barely holding me up, my breathing coming in small, choked gasps.
Then he bends over me, and his lips brush my ear as he slides his fingers out at last. “Mine.”
The single word slides through my pain-addled brain and I try to make sense of what that means, what he might intend to do to me.
“Gorgeous, greedy little thief.” His palm whacks my butt cheek, and it’s like a final insult. The sting makes me whimper. For some ridiculous reason, the pain also makes the unsatisfied feeling burning between my legs intensify again.
I can’t believe what he just did to me. Can’t believe what just happened here in this room.
Spider turns me around just in time for me to see him slip his fingers into his mouth.
I stare at him, caught between embarrassment and an upsurge of absurd arousal. He’s licking my juices off of his fingers, along with the virgin’s blood that coats them.
I’ve never seen anything so wicked in my life.
Or so sexy.
“Get dressed,” he orders, picking up his gun and slipping it into his hip holster. The action draws my eyes to his waist, and then lower, where there’s a huge, heavy bulge between his legs.
“Let me go,” I tell him as I pull on my clothes, though I don’t really expect him to do it.
“No. We’re leaving now,” Spider adds coldly. “Make a sound when we get out of here, and I’ll show you what pain really is.”
I get the message. Screaming bloody murder is out of the question. There has to be another way to escape. I’ll just have to be vigilant and watch for it.
I’ve never wanted to hurt a man until now. The burning need for retribution makes my heart hurt.
“What are you going to do to me now?”
He said I was his. My mind races with panic over what might await me now that this whole humiliating game of his is over.
Spider runs his fingers over my mouth. I can smell the faint scent of my juices on them and it makes my head swim, reawakening the arousal that still has my sex soaked.
“You belong to me now, little wildcat.” His eyes are heavily lidded, giving him a wickedly sexy, sleepy look, his voice throaty. “For now, I’m taking you back to the clubhouse with us.”
Heaven help me, how does he make that name sound so sexy?
I don’t know what a clubhouse is, but I’m certain I don’t want to go there, or anywhere with this animal. I need to figure out how to get away from him before we leave this place.
“And then what?” I press, finishing with getting dressed and then facing him.
Spider doesn’t answer, only giving me a sinful smirk that scares me as much as it makes my fists clench.
Oh, Lord. I’m in so, so much trouble here.
Of Spider, I am certain of one thing. He is something a lot worse than a monster or an animal. He’s the devil himself.
3
The Monster’s Promise
When I’d made that damned decision to take the fucking thief into the party room, I hadn’t thought this through. Thinking too much in this life makes a man hesitate. It gets you dead.
When I’d seen her in that alley clutching that tip jar, it pissed me off. This strip club belongs to the MC, and that means that everything within its four walls belongs to us. No one steals from the Devil’s Outlaws. She needed to be taught a lesson.