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  She stumbles as I guide her around the back corner of the building. I hear the whoops and catcalls of my brothers who are outside as I sloppily push her into the wall.

  Without allowing myself to think, I crash my lips to hers in a fierce kiss. Our teeth clank as she battles to keep up with the force of my tongue, mouth, and my mind. My hands pull at the sides of her shirt, and I feel the material pull and tear before I can yank my mouth off hers to remove the barrier keeping me from her now exposed breasts.

  I wipe the spit from my chin that our kiss caused as I drop my head and bite her nipple before sucking harshly. She cries out and arches into me as the pain and pleasure mix lights her body up.

  “Rex, ooowwww.”

  I know I am rough, but I am too inebriated to slow down or hold back.

  I yank at the button on her jean shorts. When I can’t get it undone, I bite her side by her ribs in frustration, and she trembles at the harsh assault.

  I run my hand up the inside of her thigh, and without warning, I push my way up the leg of her shorts, moving her panties to the side before I thrust two fingers inside her. She stills around me at the sudden invasion, her nails digging into my shoulders as she holds on.

  I slide them out to push back into her drenched pussy, making her clinch around my digits as she tries to rock into my hand. Then I bite down on her stomach before licking my way up her body. At her neck, I suck hard, knowing I am marking her.

  “More, give me more.”

  “So eager to be devoured. You like to be the prey.” I whisper in her ear, breathing heavily down her neck.

  I pull my fingers out and step back so she can fight with the button on her shorts. I grab at my crotch. My dick is only semi-hard, but fuck it.

  She is naked against the side of the bar as I unbutton my jeans. I stand back, using the fingers I just removed from her pussy, the fingers still glistening with her juices, to point at my cock.

  “Suck it to life.”

  Eagerly, she drops to her knees, the concrete most likely cutting her delicate skin.

  To my right, I can hear my brothers talking amongst themselves. Yeah, they can see us, but I don’t give a fuck as long as I get off.

  Her lips brush my dick softly.

  Grabbing her head, I guide it to face my crotch. “Suck it, don’t play with it.”

  She opens her mouth, taking me to the back of her throat. She sucks, licks, even bites, and I have nothing. In fact, my semi-erect cock is now a limp excuse for an appendage.

  Yanking her off me, I push back to tuck my dick in my pants and button them. She is on her knees, naked and staring at me, completely lost as to what has gone wrong.

  Frustrated, drunk, and confused, I punch the wall behind her. My knuckles crack at the impact, and blood drips down my hand. I feel nothing, though.

  She gets up then runs her hand up my arm. “It’s okay, Rex. Whiskey dick, ya know. It happens.”

  I shove her off and take off to my bike. Drinking and driving. Tripp will have my ass, Roundman will have my ass, and who the hell knows the pavement may have my ass. I don’t give a fuck.

  Whiskey dick, my ass. My problem isn’t whiskey dick; my problem is I am a dick.

  Chapter Six

  Policy States

  ~Caroline~

  The email sits in front of me: an invitation to a formal dinner and charity auction from one of our clients. We can even bring a plus one.

  Ping. New email.

  To: cmilton@charcpa.inc

  From: cstillwell@charcpa.inc

  Subject: Invitation Response

  Miss Milton,

  Before you reply to our company invitation to the Fairchild event, I would like to formally invite you to attend on my arm. Since this is our client and we worked hand in hand on this account, I think it would be best to arrive to the event together. This is a corporate function, and our personal lives should not be involved, even though the offer was given. You can respond for both of us as individual attendees only. I will pick you up at five-thirty so we can arrive promptly at six.

  Thank You,

  Chad Stillwell, CPA

  Account Executive, Payroll Merchants

  Charlotte CPA, Incorporated

  After I click reply, the curser blinks on the screen in front of me, mocking me. What can I possibly say to him? This is a company function. This is company email, and it is monitored.

  To: cstillwell@charcpa.inc

  From: cmilton@charcpa.inc

  Subject: RE: Invitation Response

  Mr. Stillwell,

  I will respond on your behalf as an individual attendee. I appreciate your offer to pick me up for the evening; however, it won’t be necessary. I am capable of driving myself. I will see you at the event. As per the attached seating chart in the invitation email, we will be sitting together.

  Thank you,

  Caroline Milton, CPA

  Junior Account Executive to Chad Stillwell

  Charlotte CPA, Incorporated

  Ping. The new email alert sounds, making me jump.

  To: cmilton@charcpa.inc, g.duncan@charcpa.inc

  From: cstillwell@charcpa.inc

  Subject: Company policy for client events

  Miss Milton,

  I understand you are still relatively new to the company. I have added our human resources director to this email so he can clarify if the policy has changed. In your company handbook, there is an article addressing our policy on client functions. Charlotte CPA does not wish to intrude on our client’s kindness; therefore, when offered invitations to events, we do not allow our associates to bring an additional guest from outside of the company.

  The executive working for the client is to attend with their junior associate as to maintain our professional relationship. The company will provide transportation so that, should we be served wine or any other alcoholic beverage, we are not drinking and driving while representing Charlotte CPA. Therefore, I will be with the company vehicle picking you up the evening of the Fairchild Event so that we arrive on time and professionally.

  Should you have further questions concerning this policy, feel free to ask me or address George Duncan, head of our Human Resources department. These policies are in place to ensure that, at all times, we represent the company accordingly and as a unit.

  Thank you,

  Chad Stillwell, CPA

  Account Executive, Payroll Merchants

  Charlotte CPA, Incorporated

  Talk about having all your bases covered. Chad sure has outdone himself this time. What can I do now?

  Feeling trapped, I get up from my desk and go to the bathroom. Splashing cool water on my face does nothing to cool off the rage boiling inside me, though. The small white scar on the bottom of my chin stands out as I stare at myself in the mirror and memories flood me.

  “It won’t hurt much, Caroline. Look at it this way, my dick would hurt more.” Alvin laughs at me.

  The collar around my neck keeps my head in place against the wooden cross he has me tied to. My hands are cuffed, my ankles chained, my waist belted in place, and my naked body is open and exposed to him.

  “Besides, if you get me hard, there is a bonus for you.” He grabs his limp dick. There are wrinkles in his leathery skin, and his beer gut hangs freely as he stands naked in front of me, holding the crop.

  The vibrator hums against my clit as my body reacts to the stimulation. I close my eyes as he pulls the glass dildo from the bucket of ice and slides it into my wet heat. While my body clinches around it, I hang my head in shame as he works me.

  The nipple clamps are tightened, the little bells hanging off them jingling, as my body shakes in orgasm. I choke as I hold my head down against the collar that is limiting my mobility, and I feel the spike cut into the skin of my chin. I only drop my head more, forcing the metal to cut deeper. The pain is a welcome reprieve from the pleasure my body involuntarily absorbs.

  My skin crawls as he moves closer, licking my juices from the dildo as he removes all of his toys from me.

  Punishing myself, I continue to push my chin into the collar before he releases me from my bindings. Pain, pleasure, punishment—it all blurs together into a nightmare of ecstasy.

  I rub my chin as if the wound were still fresh. Then I swallow, forcing down the bile rising up in my throat at the memories of being young, dumb, and in over my head.

  What will Alvin Higgins say if our relationship is exposed by Chad? There are more people involved here than just me. Otherwise, I would face the consequences of my decisions and move on. Alvin Higgins is not a good man, but I agreed and never once challenged our relationship.

  God, what is wrong with me? I am in a bathroom at work, trying to avoid yet another manipulator in my life while justifying the behaviors of a past manipulator. I am fucked up in the head, seriously.

  ~Rex~

  “Why am I the one attending this thing again?” I question as I stretch my arms out, trying to give myself room to move in the monkey suit I am currently wearing.

  “Because Caroline needs support there. According to Kenna, company policy makes it so she has to attend the charity auction and dinner to benefit the children’s hospital with Chad. Crews Transports has done a few legitimate transports for the Fairfield’s, so Tripp called and RSVP’d that you would attend as VP of the company. We also had them move Caroline’s seat to beside you.”

  “Fuckin’ suit wearin’ motherfuckers. Why do we have to dress up?” I bitch at Doll, uncomfortable as hell in this get up.

  “Shut up and sit down so I can pull your hair back, and suck it the fuck up. It’s for Lux. With you there, she won’t have to ride home with the douchebag.”

  She won’t have to ride home with Chad. All I have to do is wear a suit, rub elbows with some big wigs, and flirt with my girl.

  My girl.

  Wow. That feels almost natural. I can think of Lux, and my dick gets hard as stone. With anyone else lately, it’s as limp as a wet washcloth. I will get through this and bring her home safely.

  Safe.

  I will step in and keep Lux safe from Chad, tonight and every night.

  After the valet takes my keys as I shift myself out of my classic Mustang and grab my jacket off the passenger seat and make my way inside as I put the suit coat on. My feet protest in pain with every step at the narrow dress shoes I am wearing. How do people wear this shit all the time?

  I smile at everyone as I enter the ballroom where the tables are lined up. Doll showed me the seating assignments before I left, so stalking over to the table, I take in Caroline as she stands beside our table, talking with two men. One is the host of the event and the other is Chad Stillwell, her tormentor.

  She is wearing a red dress that hugs every curve and stops just below her knee, making it formal, classy, but with a certain level of seduction calling me to run my hand over the back side of her ass where the dress opens all the way to the shoulders in a diamond shaped. Her exposed skin is smooth and free of any scars and ink. There’s nothing but porcelain-colored flesh. My dick hops to life as I try to think of grandmas and cats to calm myself.

  Coming up behind her, I take a chance. I reach out and run my hand over her back as I lean in and kiss her cheek briefly. She tenses under me until her eyes meet mine. Once it dawns on her I am here, she smiles a genuine smile and relaxes into my arm around her as I tuck her into my side.

  “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart.” I openly apologize as I stare Chad down.

  Then I reach out and shake hands with Damien Fairchild so they understand I am here by my own invitation. Since Caroline didn’t know I was coming, I want her to play along, but I didn’t have time to prepare her.

  “Damien, good to see you again.”

  “It’s been far too long, Crews. Business is good for you. I heard the Hellions bought into Ruthless up in Catawba,” he casually states.

  I only nod my agreement.

  However, at the mention of Ruthless, I want to punch something. Yes, the club bought into the bar, finally. Now we can protect the joint and the women who work there. Too bad it is too little, too late to save Tessie.

  “Enjoy yourselves. Be sure to spend some of that money you hold onto at the silent auction, Crews. I have to make the opening announcements. See all of you later.”

  Realizing what is going on, Lux smiles at me. “Chad, meet Drexel Crews, Vice President of Crews Transports. Rex, this is my supervisor, Chad Stillwell.”

  “Hellions, huh? You’re affiliated with an outlaw motorcycle club, and yet you are rubbing shoulders here tonight? Hmmm,” Chad questions with a smartass tone that makes me want to rip his throat out.

  “Yeah, occasionally, they let us out of the penitentiary to come steal money from the rich fuckers waiting around for us,” I reply sarcastically before looking to Lux. “Damn, Lux, if I knew you were working for this level of stupid, I would’ve hired you at the office to run our books.”

  “As a professional, working the ‘books,’ as you call it, for a criminal enterprise would make you accountable in criminal court for the filtering of their fraudulent funds,” Chad tries to stammer out.

  “You are as dumb as you look,” I reply as I kiss the top of Lux’s head, squeezing her hip as I do. “You look gorgeous, Lux,” I compliment her as if dipshit wasn’t standing right beside us with steam ready to come out of his ears.

  “You clean up nicely, Rex. I really like the red tie.” As she looks up at me, smiling, I lean down and place a chaste kiss on her lips. Her lip gloss transfers to my lips in a way that normally would have me wiping my mouth on anything I could to get it off. Tonight, though, it has me smiling to myself as I lick my lips, thinking of kissing her again.

  The announcement for us to take our seats breaks up my thoughts. Guiding her over, I take in the shocked breath she sucks in when she sees that, yes, Chad is on her left, but I am seated to her right. She looks up at me with what I can only assume to be gratefulness as we take our seats.

  Silently, I think to myself, no worries, sweetheart; you aren’t alone, and you are safe.

  Chapter Seven

  Take It

  ~Caroline~

  I cannot believe what I am seeing. Here beside me, at a formal dinner, is Drexel Crews in a suit and tie. I am not cold, so hell didn’t freeze over. Should I look outside to see if pigs are indeed flying?

  Throughout our meal and the auctions, Rex keeps his arm either slung over my chair or on my thigh, silently claiming me. I have never been so thankful for a chauvinistic show of affection before in my life. I don’t know how Chad will react later when we are alone, but at least for now he is backing off. I will take this time to enjoy Rex while I can.

  Could the man get any sexier? I thought Rex was seduction walking in his jeans, T-shirt, and leather vest, but no. Clean shaven, hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing a black suit with a red tie, Rex is lust breathing. He is every fantasy come to life and then some.

  I lick my lips, wanting to reach out and touch him back. I don’t, but I sure want to. The things he does to me … My insides quiver at the mere thought.

  I reach out for the wine glass in front of me. Liquid courage is not what I need, more like liquid survival. I sip my drink, taking in the way Chad is watching me. As I shift uncomfortably, subconsciously moving closer to Rex, he squeezes my shoulder, reminding me he is there for me.

  I tense when Chad leans over to me, his face just inches from mine. “Bringing a date goes against company policy, Miss Milton. You will be disciplined accordingly.”

  The way he says the word disciplined causes a chill to run down my spine.

  He pulls away, smiling at me as if he just moved a pawn in a game of chess. Is this check mate?

  Feeling trapped, I excuse myself to the ladies room. I don’t make it to the facilities before a hand reaching out and grabbing me stops me in my heels.

  “Once a whore, always a whore,” Chad teases. “It all makes sense now. Crews Transports was not on the original guest list. Alvin Higgins would love to have you back, he said; only the Hellions won’t allow it, because you’re a whore for the club, and rather than allow their whore to become mine, they stepped in. Funny little game you’re playing, Miss Milton.”

  While I fight to keep the contents of my stomach down at Chad’s mention of Alvin, before I can yank free of his hold, Chad’s mouth comes down on mine. His teeth bite harshly on my bottom lip, forcing me to open under his assault. My mouth fills with a mix of his saliva and the metallic taste of my own blood. Panic takes over, and adrenaline courses through my veins.

  I lift my foot and jam the sharp end of my stiletto down on his overpriced dress shoes, and he pulls away, wiping my blood off his lips.

  “Lux,” I hear Rex call out as he rushes over to us.

  My face must give it all away as he rushes over, practically picking Chad up and slamming his back into the wall behind us.

  “Blood, sweat, and motherfuckin’ tears—whatever it takes to end you, I will do it, you piece of shit.” Rex is breathing heavily, his spit flying into Chad’s face as he continues to threaten him. “Dedication and determination are my powerhouse to survival, and now my drive will be focused on ending you.”

  When Chad smiles sardonically at Rex, he looks like he is going murder Chad on the spot.

  “Mark my words, your day of reckoning will come, and I’ll be the one to personally introduce you to the reaper. Watch your back; the Hellions are coming for you.”

  With an extra shove, he releases Chad and turns his back to him in order to check on me. The questions dance in his eyes, wondering if I am okay, and I nod without speaking to reassure him that he saved me.

  “I’ll see you in Hell, Crews. As for you, Caroline, Alvin Higgins is one call away. Better yet, I wonder how the governor is doing. My dad used to golf with him. I should see how his household is running, shouldn’t I?” Chad says while smoothing out his suit coat.

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