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The man had a dick like a Mac truck and knew how to operate it. But more than the mind-blowing sex, the biker and I grew close. We looked like we were falling in love because we had been. Levi gave me a third option. And I chose it. Him. I agreed to betray my club to save his, all so we could be together. But lo-and-behold, someone got the better of me. I still don’t know who called my club on my phone. I had no idea who caused the Asphalt Gods MC to ambush Royal Road that Halloween night.
All I knew was that I did the best I could. When my President confronted Levi and me, he had Levi’s daughter by her neck. A gun to her temple. I played along so the thug wouldn’t kill the teen. I didn’t argue as the old biker praised me for tricking Levi. My act saved young Haven, as I took her out of harm’s way, pretending to kill her.
However, that had more than convinced Levi, I deceived him. When Killer got the better of him, I played some more to save my Monster’s life. I took out my President with a single shot. Then, I ran. Not before I realized Levi didn’t know whose side I was on. He was the one who told me to run. I was still unsure if it was a warning or a threat.
The one thing I was certain of was there wasn’t a day that passed since that I didn’t regret running. If I had stayed, I risked death at the hands of one club or the other, but I had been in hell since. The hell of not knowing when Leviathan would find me. Word through the Underbelly was that he was on his way. I didn’t know if he grasped that I didn’t betray him. If he’d talked to his daughter, he would know.
And I was right where I should be. Right where I told him I would be if I had the choice. In Galveston, Texas where my daughter was. I had nothing but choices now, as my club awarded me for the raid I tried to prevent.
The next morning, I felt a muscular body beside me.
“Richard, I thought you went home,” I whined into the warmth of his skin.
For the last month, I had my fun, but I didn’t let a man spend the night. There was only one man I truly wanted in my bed.
A massive hand clapped over my mouth. The hand of a man much larger than Richard. I couldn’t scream. And something went lower. Something metal jabbed between my thighs. The man shoved something hard and artificial inside me, violating me. I opened my eyes to discover a bald head enveloped in black tentacle tattoos. A monster was in my bed.
My Monster.
Was I still dreaming?
I heard the unmistakable noise of a gun cocking. A fucking gun was inside me.
With his pistol pointed in my pussy, Leviathan hissed over me, “Did you miss me, Treasure?”
I couldn’t say a word.
Levi was a towering figure, at an impressive six foot five inches that dwarfed my small stature. Though he was an ex-swimmer, ex-Olympian, he had transformed his body by years of intense physical training, weightlifting, and his outlaw lifestyle. With broad shoulders and an enormous chest, he looked like he could bench press a car. His muscles swelled from beneath his skin, each one defined and chiseled with wiry veins bulging out like branches.
But what really got attention was the badass tattoos that covered him. Swimming up his body, spiraling around his abs, and tracing the contours of his vast chest were black tentacles. The elaborate designs coiled around his arms, chest, back and neck like a living creature.
The tattoos were so intricate and lifelike that it almost looked as though they were moving, undulating around him like the veritable sea monster, his namesake. A Leviathan. Mesmerizing and intimidating all at once, the biker was like something out of a dark, otherworldly dream. A creature born from the depths of the ocean brought to life through squid ink and muscle.
As though the tentacle tattoos had taken hold of him and claimed him as their own, they covered his bald head. Slithering up his neck and clutching it like a crown of writhing tendrils, they were the constant reminder something treacherous had a hold of the man inside. Something overpowering that always longed for revenge.
Like a sea creature, Levi moved through the world with the same mystery. He was a predator biding his time before attacking. The man honed his body and will into something almost supernatural. And with those tentacle tattoos wrapped around him like a second skin, he seemed almost like a creature of myth and legend come to life.
Despite his imposing size and formidable appearance, he was clean shaven, with a face that was almost boyish in its smoothness. Smiling, he would turn charmingly handsome in an instant. In all his biker gear and riding his Harley, the man was to die for.
Just the thought of him was enough for me to cream my panties. As it was, I had gone to bed not wearing any and now this monster had his gun up my twat.
Longing to explain myself, I tried to bite his hand and free myself. I struggled, but the monster held me down as if I were nothing. Levi’s green eyes danced above me. They were full of mischief or malice. I couldn’t quite decide. When he spoke, his deep, gravelly voice sent quivers down my naked body.
“I missed you. I missed you writhing under me. I missed you taking my monster dick like the whore you are. I’m gonna fuck you with the barrel of my gun before I take you back to Tennessee. I want to watch you squirm,” he said.
Fuck.
Malice it was, as the biker I once loved breached me with his loaded weapon. A glow in his squinted eyes and a curve on his lips, he shoved forward, violating me with the barrel. My body reacted, giving me away. He knew I liked this shit. Levi snarled over me a continued his assault. Always forward, never back, it was as if the biker was trying to hide his weapon inside me. It wouldn’t fit. His knuckles scrapped my clit with every blow.
I was about to come when Levi stopped altogether. “We have plans for you in Tennessee, but I ought to fucking pull this trigger myself,” he said, his eyes showing his wrath.
He meant business.
On autopilot, my hands clawed. My legs kicked. They climbed up him and hit him in just the right spot. The biker rolled off me in pain since I had hit him in the balls. Levi grabbed his nuts, releasing his pistol. I went for it, but he was quicker.
Pointing his gun at me, he sat up on the edge of the bed. Pulling my nightshirt down, I scooted back to where I could reach my nightstand. My gun laid on it. My eyes shot to it.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said.
