Which is why, when Dante pushed his cock inside me with one deep thrust, I happily let out a moan of pleasure. When he started moving within me, I met the eyes of the three men watching and rocked back against Dante, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Enjoying yourself?” Dante hissed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back until my neck felt like it was going to snap.
“Is this all you’ve got in you?” I snapped right back, raising myself to my knees and sat on his thighs, bouncing on his cock, taking control. “Do you think I give a fuck that they’re watching?”
“Look at them,” he laughed, snatching my chin and turning my head back to the men. “They couldn’t give a fuck if you’re enjoying yourself or not. They think you’re worthless, Rachel. The only reason they’ve put up with you is because I commanded it. This is all you’re good for, and you know it. I know it. Hell, even dumbass Alex and Ben knew it. When I’m done with you, I’ll throw you to the rest of the bikers and you can join the ranks of being a club whore.”
“You’re so full of shit,” I laughed, deliberately tensing my pussy around his cock, taking great satisfaction in his strangled moan of pleasure. “Do you think your threats have any weight to them when I see how fucking full of bullshit they are?” I bounced on his cock faster, making sure I continued to tense and release my pussy muscles in the way I knew he loved.
Dante threw me off him and pushed me back onto all fours and entered me again, this time not bothering to take it steady.
He grabbed my hips and picked up his speed to a punishing pace, his cock hitting against my cervix, filling me completely.
I welcomed the pain, and moaned even louder, loving the reaction I got from him. He meant to punish, and the more I enjoyed it, the angrier he got.
He fucked me harder still, delivering a painful slap to my ass, one that meant to inflict nothing but pain, and I loved it still. I groaned and begged him to do it again, always challenging him, always defying him.
What the fuck is wrong with you? What woman likes being degraded like this?
Me.
That type of woman.
Because whilst Dante meant to degrade, I was in complete control so long as I didn’t feel degraded. So long as I found pleasure in his sick games, I would always be the winner. And there was nothing he could do to take that away from me.
And if that made me messed up, so be it.
It might not make sense to everyone, but not everyone was me. They hadn’t lived my life, or been through the things I had.
“I know what you’re doing,” Dante growled, leaning over so his words were hissed in my ear. “You’re not as strong as you think you are. This is proof of that,” he said, sinking his teeth into the tattoo on my shoulder. “This is all the proof you need for people to see how weak you are. I own you Rachel, you wear my fucking brand like cattle. Play your games of pretend all you want, you wear your mark of ownership like the pathetic bitch you are.”
I didn’t rise to his words. I didn’t give him a reaction. I did what he expected of me. I continued to thrust against him. I continued to tense my pussy around him. I worked with his cues, listening for the moment his breathing picked up. For the second his body tensed. And I primed myself for my finishing move.
I moaned his name in the breathy way he loved, and I turned my head to look at him, locking eyes with him. He dug his fingers into my hips and picked up his speed.
And that’s when I pulled away, rolling out from underneath him and crouched on the floor at his side, taking great satisfaction in seeing his cum fly onto the carpet, and the agonised groan of frustration leave him as I denied his orgasm at the very last second, leaving him no choice but to finish himself off.
“I’ve told you many times to go fuck yourself,” I half hissed, half laughed. “And now all your friends get to watch you do exactly that. Remember whilst you finish yourself off inyour hand that I fucking won this round. You might think I’m pathetic, but look at you right now. You actuallyarepathetic. Sex is the only control you ever had over me, and you know how to work my body to your advantage. But that’s it. And as I’ve just proven, my mind always wins in the end, and my mind is something you’ll never own.”
I stood up then, not caring about my nudity. “Take a good look,” I hissed at his friends. “Because you’re as pathetic as he is. The entire fucking club is beyond redemption, and I despise the fucking lot of you.”
The door slammed behind me, making me flinch. I hadn’t even heard Dante get up. I smiled smugly, his actions giving me further proof that I had won.
What is it you think you’ve won, Rachel? Because none of this was necessary. All of this was entirely avoidable. In one evening, you’ve destroyed weeks’ worth of building. And for what? To say you’re a winner? You’re just as pathetic as he is.
The pang of pain in my heart would have to wait until a later time. I couldn’t afford to give into the hurt. Because I was right. This was all avoidable. And because we were stubborn, everything we had built was now destroyed.
Chapter 61
Rachel
Dante came back in, refusing to look my way. Almost as if he was ashamed of what he had done.
As he fucking should be!
“Get dressed, Rachel. The captain was paid to turn the boat around. We should be docking soon.” Were the only words he uttered before he went into the room where Bee was sleeping.
Shark, Hacksaw and Vienna were unable to meet my eyes as I picked my clothes up off the floor.
