All Chapters of The Blue Moon Bikers: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She hissed, digging her nails into her palms, needing the bite of pain to stop her from tearing open the door and finishing what she had started. Luckily, she knew that would have been a huge mistake.Taking deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down and slowly curled onto the bed, letting sleep claim her, waking with a start a few hours later. Blinking in the darkness, she listened hard, silence. Slipping out of bed, she stretched lithely and headed for the bathroom after a quick shower. She dressed in all black. Black skin tight jeans, black t-shirt and black Converse hi-tops, grabbing her black leather bike jacket, she pushed open the window in the corner of the bedroom and slid out onto the ledge. Below her, only a couple of short feet away, was the flat roof to the kitchen; she had noticed it when they put her in this room earlier and had hoped she would not need to use it. They had not left her with a choice; she knew she had gone too far and Maverick would have to punish her

‘Sure seems like you can’t keep any of your women in check, man, you need to keep them on a much shorter leash. That little redhead will look so pretty wearing my collar and nothing else.’He went cold at the threat in Morningstar's voice.‘You can’t do that to her, she’s an innocent, still a virgin.’He fell for the other man’s goading, anger coursing through his veins.‘You haven’t sampled the merchandise then? Excellent. I want her to feel every inch of my hard cock when I ram it into her tight pussy. You can stay and watch her scream like her father.’He gloated.‘You are fucking sick and so is her fucking father. If you hurt her, I will kill you both. ‘Maverick snarled only to be met with loud laughter.‘You want to start a war over a piece of pussy? Fool! Maybe after I’ve used her a few times, broken her in thoroughly, I’ll send her over to you.’ Oh, and talking of used goods, do you want the traitorous bitch who shopped you to me back?’His heart sank. Angelina, how could she

Her voice was soft, but the implication was clear.‘We have an Emergency Facility on this floor where we encourage victims of domestic abuse to come and share their stories so that we can help them on the road to recovery. The women have to know that we offer them a safe haven, no one can touch them here, no man is ever, and we mean ‘EVER’ allowed on this floor. It is always kept locked, and we have safe houses and lawyers on standby. If a woman bravely comes to us for help, we have everything she needs right here.’Mervon was impressed as she followed the women up to the third floor.‘Here we have more offices, educational facilities, and a few start-up businesses to help people reach their full potential.’The top floor was another open plan area. This time, there were floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides, giving a fabulous view of the distant ocean. On a third wall was a bar, and the fourth contained cosy little sofas, chairs and tables where the women could relax and enjoy the co

Moving like a shadow, the woman headed out of the complex toward an SUV parked in the shadows. The door was thrown open, and a harsh voice growled.‘Get in.’She did as she was told, sliding onto the leather seat, but he pushed her into the footwell between his legs,‘Get on with it, I don’t have all fucking day.’Obediently, she reached to open his zip and pulled out his rock-hard cock.‘Hands behind your back.’He ordered, and she winced when he zip-tied them together, deliberately tugging them so tightly they bit into her skin, but she knew better than to utter a sound. Leaning forward, she angled her body and mouth, taking the bulbous head inside, gasping when he rammed so deep she could not breathe.‘Take it all bitch, down your throat.’He pumped in and out, not caring if she could take it or not, making her gag and tears run down her cheeks as she tried desperately to breathe through her nose. His hand gripped the back of her head, fisting her hair as he controlled her grunting

Her voice was hauntingly beautiful, so emotive that nearly everyone in the room had tears in their eyes or streaming down their cheeks.. She stood in the middle of the stage, head lowered, her red/gold hair tumbling around her like a protective cape, a single spotlight trained on her as the music came to a crescendo. Lifting her head and tossing back her hair, she almost snarled as she completed the songBlack eyesAll of the timeDon't spend a dimeClean up this grimeAnd you thereDown on your kneesBegging to pleaseCome watch me bleedOnly women bleedOnly women bleedOnly women bleedOh, only women bleedOnly women bleedOnly women bleedOnly women bleedThe last note faded away, and the spotlight went out, leaving the stage in a dramatic darkness. There was silence for a few minutes, and Mirabella held her breath. A loud click saw the stage lights come on again to reveal Mervon standing in the middle of the stage clutching the microphone, and the place erupted, loud applause acc