Venom’s Revenge: Ruthless Rejects MC, 1 Read online

  I thought I was ready for anything.

  Venom, his cock, sex, and fucking.

  He’d taken me against my will.

  Chained me up in a damn basement and even as he stopped me from escaping, there was no denying I wanted him.

  He kept saying how messed up he was. He didn’t even come close to me. I was fucked in the head, I had to be.

  Either that or I had that Stockholm syndrome.

  I didn’t want Venom to be nice or sweet. The way he touched me, grabbed me, hurt me, I loved it. The harsh pulling of my hair, I craved it all.

  My nipples were so hard they were at the point of pain. The way he rocked his cock against me had me feeling like I was on fire. There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind about what I wanted, what I needed, what I craved.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “You want my dick, don’t you, baby? You’re so fucking wet.”

  “Yes.”

  The tip of his dick pressed against my entrance and he slammed in deep, driving so hard inside me that I cried out.

  He gripped my hips and suddenly we were back on the bed, with him between my thighs and my legs around his waist.

  “You’re so fucking tight. The perfect little virgin. My virgin. You know I’m not letting you go, right? This pussy is mine and I’m going to fuck it every single chance I get.” He pulled out of me and slammed back inside.

  With each thrust he pressed against a part of me that turned me on. I gripped his shoulders and arched up, wanting more.

  “Please.”

  “I love hearing you beg.” He pulled out of me until only the tip of him remained and then slammed back inside, startling me with how deep he went.

  I was full, turned on, and needy.

  Scoring my nails down his back, I cried out his name and whimpered as he started to ride me.

  “Watch me, beautiful. Watch as I fuck your sweet, wet pussy.”

  Staring down at his cock, I moaned. He wasn’t wearing a condom as he drove inside me.

  His cock was slick and I knew that was because of my own arousal.

  I shouldn’t have been turned on by him but I was. I couldn’t control it. He owned a part of me and I didn’t know when that had happened.

  He was a monster.

  I was supposed to hate him so why was I feeling this way?

  Venom pulled all the way out of me and suddenly he moved me so that I was on my knees. His cock was back inside me within a few seconds and this angle was different. His hands went to my hips before gripping the cheeks of my ass.

  “Now that is a pretty sight. Such a nice ass. It would look even better sliding up and down my dick.”

  I moaned as his fingers started to stroke my puckered hole.

  Something wet slid between his fingers and I realized he’d spat on the digits and was now teasing me, running his fingers, torturing me with pleasure.

  Slowly, he started to push a finger inside me and I cried out.

  “It’s okay, baby. I’m not going to fuck your ass yet but one day soon, I’m going to want you bouncing on my dick, taking me.” He pushed past the tight ring of muscles and I gasped.

  It was uncomfortable at first, but then it morphed into pure, unadulterated pleasure.

  I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me.

  My body was not my own right now.

  He was the master and I was merely at his mercy.

  “You think no one wants you, Rebekah. Well, you’re wrong. You feel how hard I am? That’s because I want you. I’m never letting you go. Your parents are fucking assholes for what they’ve done. You deserve so much more than that.”

  Part of me wanted him to shut the fuck up. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say, whereas another part needed to hear those words.

  For so long I’d felt useless.

  When it came to my parents, I’d been nothing. They’d treated me like that.

  I didn’t want to remain that way.

  I wanted to matter to someone.

  It just seemed kind of crazy the person that I mattered to was the person who’d kidnapped me and had planned on hurting me to get his sick and twisted revenge.

  “You’ll want for nothing now, Rebekah. All you’ll ever need is right here.” Closing my eyes, I felt his other hand snake between my legs.

  He played with my clit, driving my desire higher. With his cock inside of me and his hands on my body, I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to think. And then as he rode me to another orgasm, I suddenly didn’t care.

  Everything ceased to matter and all that remained was the pleasure of his hands on my body. How he worked me just how he needed me.

  Venom thrusted in deep and as he filled me a final time, I felt the wave of cum that flooded my pussy. His cock pulsed inside of me, and my pussy seemed to swallow it up.

  Afterward, when he’d filled me with every last drop of his seed, we collapsed on the bed, neither of us moving.

  The only sounds in the room were our panting. My body was alive. My heart was racing, and I was in complete and total surrender.

  I’d just had sex, lost my virginity to the man who’d kidnapped me.

  His hand rested on my stomach, caressing in slow circles, soothing me.

  “There’s no going back now, baby. You’re all mine. Your parents don’t give a fuck about you.”

  “And you’re deciding that you’re going to?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.

  He looked way too smug. He kissed my shoulder. “Of course, I am.” His fingers moved between my thighs and I gasped as he started to stroke my pussy again. “I feel how wet this pussy is for me, Rebekah. You can try and hide that you want me but your body will never lie.”

  Against my own better judgment, I started to feel myself becoming aroused again. Closing my eyes, I rocked against his hands.

  “There’s no hiding what you need and there’s no shame in it either. Take what you want.”

  “Is that what you do?”

  His chuckle echoed around the room and seemed to travel down my spine. Closing my eyes, I waited to hear what he had to say. I knew the answer.

  He’d told me plenty of times.

  “Yes, and I always get what I want.”

  After all, he had me in his bed.

  Willingly.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rebekah

  I headed into the main part of the clubhouse, everything quiet because it was the middle of the day. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night and what I’d done with Venom.

  He’d left early this morning, mumbling something about club business before kissing me on the forehead and leaving. I hadn’t been able to go back to sleep, not with thinking about what I’d done, where I was at, and what my next move was.

  I couldn’t actually stay here, even though I felt something strong with Venom. Even though I was no longer chained up in the basement, I still felt like a prisoner in a way. At eighteen years old, I wanted to go to college, to have a life. I couldn’t do that if I was here with Venom, letting him keep me as a piece of property.

  Although that very idea had my heart racing and tingles moving throughout my body, I had plans and I wanted to follow through with them. I thought about telling him that, explaining that I needed to live my life, that being with him did make me feel alive, but it wasn’t enough, that I didn’t want to be trapped like I had been my whole life.

  But that conversation scared me, because I knew the type of man Venom was. If he wanted something, he got it.

  I pulled my thoughts away from that, knowing that this wasn’t my home, even if I wanted to be with Venom, which in and of itself was fucking insane.

  Kidnapper.

  Criminal.

  Dominant.

  He was so much more than a label, and I’d realized that in my short time here.

  But I couldn’t think about that right now. I had to think of a way to go about this, to leave Venom but still be with him, because I did want to be with him.r />
  There were a few club members cleaning up from the party last night—then again, there was always a party, it seemed. The sun had risen a couple hours ago, and although I hadn’t slept after he left, I had stayed in bed, watching as the light filtered in through the window, going from dark, to dusky rose, to the early morning glow.

  I’d taken my sweet time before leaving that room. I’d showered, stood under the spray with my head lowered and my hair hanging in wet strands across my face. I’d kept my eyes closed, letting the water beat the soreness out of me. And God had I been sore, still was. My pussy still ached, the memory of Venom between my legs strong.

  He’d claimed my virginity passionately, brutally, and I wanted to do it all over again. I wanted it to always be like last night, so consuming, so intense.

  I pushed away those thoughts and continued walking toward the front door. I should just leave, just get out of here. It was clear Venom had given me a long leash, trusting me enough not to keep me chained up.

  Or maybe he had people watching me? Maybe if I tried to leave, someone would stop me?

  This wasn’t a healthy situation, not by a long shot. Was I so desperate for affection and attention that I was willing to risk my freedom for the first man who showed me that?

  Yes.

  No.

  But it wasn’t just about the attention. I felt something deep and dark for Venom. I knew that it was dangerous to have these types of feelings. The way he touched me, looked at me, the pitch in his tone, the heat from his body.

  All of that did something to me on a deeper level, spearing right into my bone marrow, consuming my cells, shaping me into the person I was today.

  I stood by the front door and glanced behind me, seeing a few of the club girls helping the Patches clean up. God, after only being here a short time I was already using club lingo.

  I swallowed roughly, this lump in my throat forming. I was nervous, my hands shaking, my heart racing. But nobody paid attention to me. So, I pushed the front door open and stepped outside, the sunlight beaming down on me and momentarily blinding me.

  Outside.

  Freedom.

  Escape.

  I lifted my hand to shield the glare, glancing around at the parking lot where Harleys were set up, and a few trucks and SUVs were off to the side. I could see other club members walking around, some working on vehicles, the clank and clatter from the garage behind the clubhouse loud.

  Surrounding the entire property was a large fence, at least ten feet in height, seeming like a fortress. I didn’t know if it was to keep others out, or to keep people in.

  Either way I couldn’t see a way out, not from where I was. So I started walking around the clubhouse, seeing the fencing going all the way around, a barricade, a blockage. In the back of the clubhouse was a beautiful grassy area, where picnic tables, a grill, even a children’s swing set was set up. I couldn’t imagine children here, barbecues and picnics, family gatherings.

  It all seemed so out of place.

  Or maybe that was just because these men, Venom especially, were criminals, kidnappers. I couldn’t see him sitting around drinking beer, shooting the shit with anyone.

  I walked around the back and saw the garage, the large bay doors opened and a handful of men inside working on vehicles. A few of them glanced up at me, stopped what they were doing and just stared.

  Did they know who I was? That was a stupid question. Of course they did. I had to believe they wouldn’t be that foolish in not realizing someone was being kept prisoner in their own MC.

  I found myself back at the front doors, exhaling roughly and knowing that my best bet was to talk to Venom. I felt a connection between us, this bond growing. He could’ve discarded me after he claimed my virginity, locked me back up in the basement, chained me up.

  Hell, he could’ve killed me, knowing that my father didn’t give two shits about me. But he’d left me in his bed, kissed me on the forehead before he left.

  That had to mean something.

  I had to mean something.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Venom

  I’d been on this earth for a long fucking time. Sometimes I think too long. Death should have come for me long before now, and yet here I was, had kidnapped a young woman only eighteen years old, and my world had been turned upside down. I’d never felt so fucking … awful in all of my life.

  Not only had I taken Rebekah against her will, but now I’d gone and taken her virginity.

  I shouldn’t care.

  Rebekah’s piece of shit father deserved everything he had coming to him.

  And that was the point. Her father deserved it, not Rebekah.

  She was innocent and vulnerable, for fuck sake. A beautiful soul and I was nothing short of the devil.

  I’d taken her body, used her. I’d done what I wanted to do and now, I was fucking torn.

  Never had I been filled with such doubt and regret, but this was what I felt. I was so angry. So damn furious.

  Then I saw the cause of all of my problems. He walked down the street, acting as if his life was completely free.

  Not a care in the world.

  He didn’t think about my sister.

  Nor did he think about Rebekah.

  Rebekah was in my care.

  She was mine.

  Starting up my SUV, I kept my gaze on him.

  I saw the moment he realized he was not alone.

  I was okay though.

  The street was full. I was a monster but even I knew not to take the fucker down there. I’d had every single opportunity imaginable to take him out but instead, I watched him, biding my time.

  I felt the need to grab my gun and just shoot him in the head, but that would be too easy. When I got my hands on that piece of shit, I wanted him to bleed. To hear his screams as they echoed around the room where I took his life.

  By the time I was through with him, they wouldn’t even know who he was.

  Taking off from the sight of that piece of shit, I headed straight back to the club. I didn’t make any stops, as there was only one person I wanted to see. Entering the clubhouse, I saw several of the guys had already started up the barbeque.

  A few people called my name but I ignored them. There was only one woman I wanted to see.

  Once inside, I didn’t see her.

  I wondered if she’d even tried the door, tried to escape. The guys knew to keep an eye on her and if she made an attempt to run, then they’d have to stop her. Looking around the room, I didn’t see a sign of her.

  There was only one place to look. As I rounded the corridor and headed down to my room, I paused.

  I wasn’t angry with Rebekah.

  I was angry with her father.

  She didn’t deserve this.

  As I opened the door, I caught sight of her once again near the window, looking out at the scene below her. She hadn’t heard me yet or if she had, she was a good actress.

  The clothes she wore were far too big for her and so I didn’t catch sight of the body that I wanted to touch.

  As I stepped into the bedroom, the floor creaked and she gasped as she turned toward me, her hand going to her chest.

  “You scared me.”

  “I didn’t mean to.”

  Closing the door, I made sure she saw that I hadn’t flicked the lock into place. I was showing her trust. That she wasn’t a prisoner anymore.

  Her gaze went from the door to me.

  “Did you have a good day?” she asked.

  I stepped toward the window and stared out at what she was looking at. The garage where my club was currently partying. The men and women were dancing together, laughing, drinking. Yes, there was some kissing and touching. My club loved to fuck and for the most part, the Ruthless Rejects clubhouse didn’t allow kids. Those were my rules. I didn’t want little shits running around my club.

  “Do you want to go down there?” I asked.

  She shook her head without even a glance. “No.”

/>   “You want to spend the rest of your life stuck in this tiny little room, with nothing to look forward to?”

  She sighed.

  Her gaze returned to the window. “You’re going to kill me one day, Venom. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or even this year, but all it takes is memories. Memories of what my dad is capable of. I’m his child. I can see the rage in your eyes every time you look at me.”

  “I’m not angry at you.”

  “Then what are you angry at?” she asked.

  “Your father. He’s not even gone to check on you and don’t get me started on your piece of shit mother. They don’t deserve you.”

  “Newsflash, Venom, there are a lot of kids in the world that are unwanted.” She shrugged. “What makes me so different?”

  “I know you.”

  She laughed. “It doesn’t matter. I have long since gotten over it. It’s why when graduation came, I was going to leave. That’s what I was going to do. There’s nothing to keep me here.”

  Now she couldn’t do that.

  “What did you want most out of life?”

  “I’m not telling you that.”

  “I was balls deep inside your pussy last night. I felt your cunt milking me of all of my cum and you’re not going to share your hopes with me?”

  Her cheeks went bright red. Her blush was so precious to me. I didn’t know why she’d come to mean so much to me in such a short time. Reaching out, I grasped her hip, drawing her closer to me. She didn’t fight me and as I stared into her eyes, I saw the pain in them.

  “Are you sore?”

  “Yes.”

  I had no intention of fucking her right now. Slowly, I caressed her hip. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”

  “And if I never do?” she asked.

  I wasn’t going to lie. It broke my heart that she doubted me. Not that I could blame her. I’d done nothing to help this fear. When I first took her, I had every intention of using her, hurting her, taking her, and doing whatever the fuck I wanted with her. I’d intended to hurt her the way my sister had been hurt. The truth was, no matter who she was, I couldn’t bring myself to do that to her.