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  Table of Contents

  King

  Commando

  Her Sexy Protector

  Wanted

  SEAL'd With A Kiss

  His Naughty Nurse

  Thank you!

  Copyright Page

  King

  Rogue Rebels MC

  By Nicole Elliot

  and

  Ellie Wild

  Chapter 1

  King

  This wasn’t the first time I saw Valentina Luis naked, but her body never failed to amaze me. Every time she undressed, it was like I was beholding her for the first time. It almost felt religious; sacred…she was flawless in her beauty. Her skin was the color of peaches and cream, perfectly smooth, and I ran my fingers over the shape of her. She was lying beside me, her breasts perky as she looked at me, stared at me…

  Every time I breathed in, I got a whiff of her strawberry scented shampoo in the air, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

  We were nineteen, and I knew Valentina had never been with anyone before me, so she was all mine. I possessed her. I reached out to play with her pale brown nipples, circling my thumb round and around them. Her soft lips parted, and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back in pleasure.

  I caught her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed, a low moan escaped her lips.

  “You’re teasing me, Jesus,” she said throatily, with her head still thrown back and I smiled. I liked it when she called me by my name. My thumbs started stroking her nipples more, and she moaned again.

  Valentina was still wearing her pink lace panties and had her thighs pressed together. I moved closer to her, feeling my cock throb in my boxers. Her father didn’t know about us, nobody knew about us…what was there even to know? We were sleeping together, I had taken her virginity, and now I was going to touch her pussy…that hot wet spot between her legs where no man had ever touched her before.

  I slid my hand between her thighs now, and Valentina jerked her head back up to look into my eyes. Hers were large and brown and bright, I could see in them what she wanted, and she wasn’t shy about asking for it.

  The insides of her thighs were soft, and I ran my hand over them, till I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. I didn’t have to touch her panties to know that she was dripping wet. Gently caressing her thighs, my fingers traveled up, grazing her panties and then up her flat belly till they started circling her tiny belly button.

  “Jesus! Please…” she moaned and threw her head back again.

  “Not so fast,” I said gruffly.

  She was my first too. I had always been a religious guy, it was the way I was brought up, and before Valentina, no girl was able to make me sway from my oath of celibacy before marriage the way she had. I was desperate for her, my body was ready and so was my mind, and the first time we had sex, it was explosive. Every time after got even better.

  I reached for her nipples again, this time tugging at them and Valentina moved her hips, trying to convey to me what she wanted. I grinned as I leaned towards her breasts, and in a flash, my mouth was on her right nipple. She tasted just as sweet as she smelled, and my tongue stroked her nipple, sucked on it, nibbled and pulled.

  Valentina moved, pressing herself against me, throwing her luscious chestnut hair over me as she positioned herself better. With one hand, I cupped her left breast, squeezing it and massaging it while my mouth remained latched to her other. I knew she liked me sucking her breasts; it made her even wetter.

  We moved upwards, till she was pressed against the wooden bedhead and I continued to suck on her nipples, taking turns on each one. They were pebbled and erect in my mouth, and I licked and lapped till she was moaning wildly. I wedged my hand between our bodies, and my fingers traveled down till I was finally touching her pussy.

  Her panties were wet, and through the thin lace, I rubbed her swollen clit, stroking it so that I knew she was ready for more.

  “Jesus, please, I want you inside me,” I heard her say, as she weaved her long nails in my hair. My hair was long and dark, reached the middle of my back and she played with it, pulled it as I continued sucking on her nipples.

  Gently, I pushed her panties aside and felt the warmth of her pussy in my hands. Valentina gasped from the touch, jutting her hips upwards to meet mine. My erect raging cock was pressed into her belly now, and she knew just how desperately I wanted her too.

  I slipped a finger into her, pushing aside the folds of her pussy till I knew I was deep inside her. She gasped and moaned again, offering her body to me for the taking. I wanted her to come first. I wanted her to come several times before me because I worshipped her. Her pleasure was more important than anything else.

  The rhythm of my finger thrusting into her became faster and harder, and Valentina moved her hips to match it. My thumb continued to stroke her clit, and I finally pulled my mouth away from her breasts.

  She cupped my face, pulling me as close to herself as possible and we stared into each other’s eyes. My finger inside her slid in and out, and Valentina’s mouth hung open as she hurtled towards her orgasm.

  “Jesus…promise me that we can do this forever,” she said and bit down on her plump bottom lip. I smiled at her as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. What was she talking about? What else was there to live for?

  “I promise, baby,” I said, and I felt her body shuddering as she exploded in my hand, her juices trickling out of her, her loud moans cutting through the air of her bedroom. I leaned over to kiss her lips…

  And then I sat up in bed with a jerk. She disappeared, like mist in the clammy air of my room. I was alone, sitting up in my bed, breathing hard and wishing I hadn’t woken up.

  The sheets were tangled up, and I could feel my body covered in a film of cold sweat. I was panting too, my bare chest rising and falling with force. It had seemed so real. I could taste her nipples in my mouth; I could feel the stickiness of her cum on my fingers, I thought I could smell her strawberry shampoo in the air…But it wasn’t real. I was just dreaming.

  My room was dark and too stuffy. With a growl, I threw away the sheets that were tangled and wound up around my legs, and I jumped off the single bed I slept on. I was desperate to catch a breath, and I rushed to the only window in my room and threw it open.

  Finally, I could breathe. The night’s cold air surrounded me as I stuck my head out and sighed. It was a clear evening, and when I looked up at the sky, I could see the moon. I had promised Valentina that night, that we would be together forever, and it was nothing but a foolish teenager’s word against the world. I could have never predicted how our lives would change, that I would lose her forever and never see her again. That was the last time we had slept together, and now, ten years later, I was still fucking dreaming about it.

  Our relationship was doomed from the start. I should have known that, did Valentina know that too?

  For starters, she was Romero’s daughter, and he was the gang’s boss which meant that his daughter was off limits. The fact that I had even touched Valentina, let alone slept with her, could have earned me a bullet in the head. I was a nobody. I was a slave to the gang’s wishes.

  I was sold to the gang as a teenager, to fight in their rings, to run petty crimes on the streets…So I was the lowest of the low as far as the gang hierarchy went. How could someone like me have even looked at the boss’ daughter? It was the worst offense I could have committed, and I committed it.

  I had wanted Valentina from the first moment I laid eyes on her, even though I was just a skinny battered teenager. She was a Goddess and had looked down on me over her pointed nose. I had no chance with her. Till I did.

  Till one night, I walked her home beca
use it was too late and I wanted the boss’ daughter to be safe. The fact that she wanted me, that she had always wanted me…wrecked my head. How was that even possible? She was perfect, and I was nothing but her father’s pawn.

  We had only been together for a few weeks when I met Elwood. He was the head of the Rogue Rebels MC, and he said he wanted to recruit me. He wanted me to have a better life and join his MC. He told me that he had seen potential in me and there was nothing more that I wanted to hear in all my life. It was an opportunity I couldn’t give up.

  A chance at a better life. I had spent so many years as a slave, living each day like it could be my last…that an opportunity to join an MC that lived by a code, where you were treated like a brother…was a chance of a lifetime. And I took it.

  I wanted Valentina to come with me. When I told her my plans, she refused. Valentina couldn’t defy her father; she was afraid of him. Afraid of what he would do when he realized that she had left for another gang. She said she didn’t want that life anymore and she said she was going to run. She saw it as her only way out, for good. She wanted to live in a better world, and to do so, she would have to disappear.

  I couldn’t bail on Elwood, not after everything he had done for me. I couldn’t go with Valentina, and I wasn’t even sure if she wanted me to. It was clear that the only way she could start over, make a better life for herself, would be if she left everything behind; and that included me.

  So, I let her go, and she didn’t look back when she went.

  It had been ten years since I last saw Valentina, and I had no idea where she was. All I was certain of, was that she was a success wherever she had gone.

  It didn’t mean that I had stopped thinking about her. She was still the girl of my dreams. She was still the only girl I could completely give myself to.

  While my brothers at the MC fucked women over their bikes every night, I abstained. I wasn’t interested in anyone else. I had slept with exactly three girls after Valentina left, and only because I was bat shit drunk. I had my religion, and I had the memory of Valentina, and I didn’t need anything else.

  I walked away from the window now and returned to my bed. Lying back down, I could feel the perspiration evaporating from my body. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight, not after I’d just been dreaming of her.

  My cock was hard between my legs; those memories were as good as real. I reached out in the air and imagined that I could feel her over me, her legs astride my hips, her pussy pressing into my rock-hard cock.

  I held my cock in my hands and stroked, keeping my eyes open and visualizing Valentina’s breasts bouncing as she rode me. She was laughing, her hair flying as she moved her body over mine. Even after all these years, all I had to do was think of her smile, of her body, and I could explode into a million pieces.

  Chapter 2

  Valentina

  I opened my eyes and realized that the men were gone. When I blinked my eyes open, I was staring at the ceiling. Which meant that I was lying on a bed, with a jerk I sat up and touched my clothes, thankful that I was fully dressed. At some point, when they were dragging me out of the truck, with my wrists tied and my mouth gagged, I had passed out from exhaustion.

  Anything could have happened in that time, but it felt like nothing had. Other than that, I was trapped inside a dimly lit motel room.

  My body ached as I moved. I had been lying scrunched up inside the back of that car for hours, while I could hear the men deciding where to take me. I’d tried screaming the whole time, kicking the walls of the trunk with my heels. My shoes were broken now, and I saw them lying near the bed. Whoever had laid me down here, had bothered to take my shoes off too. What else had they done? Suddenly, I felt like I’d been touched, like I could feel the rough hands of a strange man on my body.

  In a panic, I slipped my legs off the bed and ran to the door of the room. It was foolish of me to assume that I could just escape. I pulled and tugged at the lock, hoping it would give way, but of course, I’d been locked in. Chances were that they had assigned people to guard the door outside, to make sure that I didn’t manage to escape. I looked around the room to see if there was any way I could get out or anything I could use. The phone had been ripped from the wall. I could tell by the large crack in the dingy wallpaper by the bedside table. The windows were all covered with bars, even the small one in the tiny bathroom.

  I wanted to scream. How could I have allowed this to happen? I should have never come back here. I should have remained disappeared as I had planned.

  I walked back to the bed and found that someone had left a tray on the bedside table. A sandwich in cling wrap and a bottle of water. I wanted to rebel and not eat, but my stomach was doing somersaults with hunger. If I abstained from food and water, I knew I would pass out again. And the last thing I wanted was to be unconscious. I needed to keep my wits about me.

  So, I sat down on the bed again. The bed that my captors had provided for me, in a small motel room in the middle of nowhere.

  I tucked some strands of stray hair behind my ears, and I was confident that I looked a mess. But that was the last of my worries right now. Mascara and eyeliner were streaming down my cheeks, but who cared?

  I removed the cling wrap from the sandwich and took a bite. Tuna and sweetcorn, my absolute least favorite kind, but I was so hungry in that moment that I wolfed it down and tore open the cap of the bottle and chugged down all the water too. When I was done, I was panting as I sat there on the bed.

  Everything was fine till I got on that flight. I hadn’t been back in ten years, and I shouldn’t have come back.

  It had taken me ten years to build the life I had made for myself in Connecticut. In those first years after I ran away; I had worked part time jobs, enrolled myself back in school and paved my way through a teaching degree. When I got my first job as a kindergarten teacher, it felt like I had finally rid myself of all the dust and darkness of my previous life.

  I didn’t miss home; I didn’t miss Papi. The only thing I missed, was Jesus…but he had soon become a distant memory too. A fragment of another life, the kind of guy I would never find again, and I wished him well.

  I led an ordinary life in Connecticut now. I was renting a small one-bedroom apartment, going to work and coming home to the television and pre-cooked meals. It was a boring life, in black and white, but it gave me the peace I’d been searching for ever since I turned eleven. When I saw Papi beat one of his men to a pulp, and throw his limp body off a bridge.

  I had looked up to Papi until then; I had been shielded from his work, so to me…just like to every other little girl, my father was my hero. He was a hero until I saw what he did on the bridge that night. I started asking questions, and I realized what he was doing to Jesus and other boys like him.

  I was happy for Jesus when he was recruited by the Rogue Rebels MC. I couldn’t have asked for anything better for him, then to escape the life that Papi had carved out for him. But once Jesus left the gang, I knew we would have no future. Papi nor the gang would ever let us be together. Not while we lived in the same city, not while he rode with the Rogue Rebels.

  I wanted him to go, but that would mean that I would have to leave too. So, I ran. I escaped and came to Connecticut, to a small sleepy town where nobody knew my name and where I knew Papi nor his goons would ever find me.

  It was difficult to be away from Jesus, to be away from the love that I had just discovered, but this was the only way we could both survive in this world. I made my peace with it a long time ago, but now I was back, and I had no idea where he was. Chances were that Jesus wasn’t even with the Rogue Rebels anymore, that he wasn’t even in the city.

  And now, I was a prisoner, and my life was at stake. As was Papi’s.

  I wished Papi hadn’t written to me; I wished I hadn’t found out that he was sick. Then, I wouldn’t have got on that flight, and I wouldn’t have stepped foot in this messed up city again. That way, the Muerte Viviente, would never hav
e found me or kidnapped me.

  xxx

  I knew the men were Muerte Viviente because of their tattoos. They were all of the skulls of the dead. They were covered in them, and I noticed them the moment the group of three men walked towards me at the airport. I had been trying to stuff my bags into the trunk of the cab I had hailed, and before I could react, two of them had grabbed me, while the third lifted me up by my feet. The people around us just stood there watching. They didn’t even move a muscle to try and help.

  Within seconds a screeching car had pulled up, and the men threw me in.

  I screamed and struggled in the car, while the men pinned me down to tie up my wrists.

  “Your father owes us money,” one of them had growled, while another stuffed rag into my mouth so that my cries would muffle. I wanted to say something, to plead with them to let me go so that I could see Papi. What kind of debt had he run into?

  “He’s owed us for four months now,” another one chimed in, with a devilish grin on his face while the third ran a finger up and down my left cheek. I screamed, my throat chaffing from my cries.

  “He’s not going to be able to pay,” he said, right into my ear and I could smell his beer-breath, and it made me nearly choke.

  I didn’t stop struggling, even though my wrists were tied up. How did they know I was coming? How did they know to keep a watch on the airport? But the Muerte Viviente knew everything. If they believed that debt was owed to them, then they were going to make damn sure that it was paid. Even if it meant by taking my life.

  When my muffled screams grew too tiresome for them, they stopped in the middle of the highway and dragged me out of the car. I tried to run when they pulled me out, but I was no match for the three Muerte Viviente men plus the driver. They grabbed me and stuffed me into the trunk, while my mascara ran in a heavy dark stream down my cheeks.

  I hadn’t eaten in several hours, and I was beginning to feel weak. Instinctually, I continued to kick at the walls of the trunk, even though I knew that there was no escape. In those moments of utter terror, instead of thinking of Papi, only Jesus’ face floated in front of my eyes. Even though I hadn’t seen him in ten years, it was his face that I was reminded of. The guy who had made me feel safe, the one who had made me feel special. I felt like he was the only one who could save me now.