CHAPTER ONE
TAYLOR
I saw something I shouldn’t have!
Hunter told me to stay in the car but I didn’t listen. I wanted to know what he was doing and why my boyfriend was always disappearing in the middle of the night, so I followed him. I watched as my boyfriend buried his knife repeatedly into that man’s gut. I watched as the light left his eyes and his body crumpled to the ground.
The second Hunter turned and saw me, I knew I was next if I didn’t run.
That’s how I have wound up driving back to the town I grew up in. I swore I would never come back here. Vowed to never step foot back in this place after my mother died three years ago. Plus, I wanted nothing to do with my stepbrothers and stepfather and all their affiliations. I wanted a better life than the one I was born into. My mom wasn’t the greatest mother but at least she was there.
I knew her and Victor only got married so his insurance would cover her medical bills, but still knowing she married him pissed me off. She knew how I felt and didn’t care so, in my teenage anger, I fucked his son and took his virginity as revenge.
I haven’t seen nor spoken to any of them in three years and now I’m about to turn up at their pad, and ask them to protect me from my boyfriend.
I pull up in front of BCB and sigh. It’s dark out but the lights inside the clubhouse are still on. Most of the bikes are gone but few remain. I shouldn’t be here but it’s either grovel and beg for mercy, or risk my boyfriend killing me. I step out of the car and shiver when the cold breeze slaps against my cheeks. I push the car door closed quietly and take a second to gather myself before turning back to the clubhouse only to come face to face with my stepbrother, the one whose virginity I stole.
Zavier is a replica of his father. So dangerous, lives on the edge and is a man of very few words. But when he speaks, everyone hangs on to his every word. He is sin wrapped in a leather cut, black hair, brown eyes and dimples that would lull you into thinking you were safe with him.
He’s changed. Gone is that youthful look, replaced by the hard edges of a man who has seen and done things he had no right to do. I remember the night those calloused hands roamed my body. The way he used them to make me come while I screamed his name loud enough so his father would hear.
The memory alone has me clenching my thighs. If I hadn’t known any better I would have sworn he lied to me and wasn’t a virgin. The boy fucked my brains out and gave me more orgasms in one night than any other person.
“Hi, Zav,” I mutter. His eyes crinkle at the corners, a growl slipping free as he moves to turn away. But the second I reach out and grip his arm, he whirls around, grips my throat and slams me against the side of the bar, getting right in my face. I stare up at him with wide eyes, my breaths coming out in fast pants, but it’s not fear. He’s pressed flush against me and I can feel every hard line of his body.
“You left me, sparrow.” Four words. Four tiny little words, yet they hold the weight of the world in them and all his pain. The sound of my old nickname from his lips has me deflating.
“You know why I left,” I grit out.
His eyes harden and his upper lip pulls back in a snarl. “Yeah.” He releases me and takes a step back. “You rode my cock to make my dad jealous.” I balk at Zav. He doesn’t hang around. He turns and stalks toward the wood. I chase after him, calling his name, but he doesn’t stop. As I break through the trees, I’m bathed in complete darkness. I forgot how dark it was in here at night.
“Zavier!” I call out as I stumble blindly through the woods, trying to find him. “This isn’t funny.”
“Says who?” I scream in fright and whirl around coming face to face with him.
“You’re a fucking dick?—”
“And you're a bitch for running like a pussy.”
I snarl in anger, then shove him but the bastard doesn’t budge. “Fuck you—” My retort is cut off when he pushes forward and wraps an arm around my waist, then plasters me against his chest. To short circuit my mind even further, he grips my leg with his other hand, then lifts it so it’s locked around his waist. I gasp when I feel his cock pressed against me.
He leans down and runs his nose along the column of my neck, making me moan. I bite down on my lip to keep quiet and not give in to the feelings he is eliciting inside me. This is the fucking trouble with these Valentine men, they are all sinners and make you want to join them in the fiery depths of hell. It wasn’t just their father I wanted inside me, it was all of them… at once.
“You offering to fuck me?”
“I… Shit,” I gasp out when he bites down on the soft flesh of my neck. As if my body is driven by pure need, I lock my armsaround his neck and grind against him, making him growl. That sound from him has my inner bitch coming out to play. His arm around my waist shifts. He grips my other leg and lifts me. My legs lock around him. He cups my ass in the palms of his hand, then walks us forward until I feel the rough bark of a tree dig into my back.
I curse the fact I can’t see him clearly, look into those brown eyes and see what he’s thinking. It’s been so long since I have been in his arms. I shouldn’t want him but I fucking do.
Fuck it.
I smash my lips against his. Zav opens for me instantly. Our tongues tangle in a war of dominance but I’m the one who relents power to him like he craves. In these woods I’m the boss but in the bedroom, I’ll happily give up control to him. He breaks the kiss and I growl as he drops me to my feet, but that growl is silenced when he drops to his knees and begins tugging my jeans down my legs.
I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side. Zav being the beast he is doesn’t remove my panties, he just tears the fuckers off my body. He hooks my leg over his shoulder then buries his face in my wet cunt, making me scream. I dig my fingers into his hair, holding him in place as I grind against his tongue.
“Fuck I missed that mouth,” I pant as I pinch my nipple through my bra and cry out at the sensation. When I feel his finger push inside me, I press up onto my tiptoes and moan. “Fuck, yes.”
A second finger follows and I’m stretched out so beautifully, the burn is intense and feels so fucking good. Hunter was smaller than Zav’s two fingers and I never came during sex with him. Knowing I’m about to be fucked by Zavier Valentine and come all over his cock has me hot and needy.
