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If I hadn’t been so cold, if my feet weren’t blistered and bleeding, I would have kept right on walking past the bar. The parking lot was filled with bikes and nothing but bikes, and the building itself appeared to be on its last legs. It looked rough and dangerous and everything I had avoided my entire life but if I didn’t get out of the wind soon, I really was going to freeze to death.

My entire body trembling from the cold, I climbed the splintered wooden steps and stared at the giant of a man blocking the front door. He was bald with tattoos scattered across his skull and he looked me up and down as I cleared my throat.

“Um, can I go in?” I asked.

The man grunted and I squeaked in surprise when he reached out and touched my dark hair. He gave me another once-over before stepping aside and opening the door.

“Entertainment’s here, boys!” he shouted. I took a step back when I heard the roars of approval coming from within the bar.

“Go on, girl. Ain’t no point in being shy now.” The man leered at me before grabbing my arm and nearly shoving me into the bar.

I stumbled in my heels, reaching out and grabbing onto the nearest table in a desperate attempt to keep from falling flat on my face. I breathed a sigh of relief at the warmth of the bar. I was anxious to find the ladies room so I could take off my shoes and rub some warmth back into my frozen toes. If I was lucky, maybe they’d have some Band-Aids I could slap on my bleeding blisters.

I glanced up, my face paling at the sight in front of me. The place didn’t look like a typical bar. It had a long, curved bar with a mirror behind it and rows and rows of liquor bottles, and there were a few pool tables scattered about, but there were only a few tables and most of the seats were torn and sagging couches and dirty overstuffed armchairs. But it wasn’t the décor that made my blood run cold. Other than the bartender, the entire place was filled with men and only men. They were all big and tattooed and absolutely dangerous looking, and every single one of them was staring at me like I was a glass of water, and they were dying of thirst. I took a lurching step backward.

“I’m sorry. I – I think I’m in the wrong place.”

I turned to flee. I didn’t care how cold I was or how much further I had to walk. I had made a terrible mistake coming to this place.

“Where do you think you’re going, pretty little bitch?” A man snagged my arm, pulling me to a stop.

He squeezed my arm as I stared up at him. He had long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, and he was built like a truck. He studied me for a moment before his face broke out into a wide grin.

“Only one tonight, boys, but I reckon she’s got enough meat on her bones to handle us. Don’t you?” he shouted.

The men in the room laughed and I pulled against his grip. “I’m sorry. This was a mistake, I don’t -”

“Shut up,” the man said. “We ain’t paying you to talk.”
He yanked my wrap away before reaching for my large breasts. Without stopping to consider the consequences, I slapped him as hard as I could across his face.

His head rocked back, and he stared at me in surprise before touching the blood on his lip. “You’re going to pay for that, you stupid bitch.”

He raised his arm and I cringed back. Before he could slap me, a hand caught his arm and yanked him away.

“Back the fuck off, Jenkins. She belongs to me.”

“The fuck she does, Riley,” Jenkins said.

“The fuck she doesn’t,” Riley said.

I stared numbly at the man standing next to Jenkins. He was a mountain of a man, and even though I was over six feet in my heels, I still felt short next to him. He was dressed in jeans and a tight blue t-shirt. A black leather vest clung to his broad shoulders and his thick neck was covered in tattoos. His dark hair was cut short, and my eyes lingered on the scar that was visible on his left temple. His nose had obviously been broken a few times. He pushed Jenkins back before taking my arm and yanking me into his embrace.

I had a quick fleeting glance of his dark blue eyes before his mouth was claiming mine. He shoved his tongue into my mouth as his hands gripped my ass and he pressed my pelvis into his.

He was incredibly warm, and my frozen body instinctively pressed into him, seeking out his heat like a bee to a flower. As his tongue licked and stroked mine, I was shocked to hear my soft moan and even more surprised at the flicker of lust that lit in my belly. In all of my twenty-eight years, I had never once been kissed like this. I had never been so utterly and completely owned by a man’s mouth, and my hands clutched at his broad shoulders as I returned his kiss shamelessly.

He curved his tongue under my upper lip and sucked hard on it, eliciting another soft moan, before he tore his mouth from mine. I stared dazedly at him, not entirely willing to believe that it was his erection I was feeling against the curve of my belly. He gave me a warning look before sighing loudly.

“I told you not to drop by tonight, Kitten.” There was an edge to his voice as he squeezed my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. I knew instinctively that this man and his claim that I belonged to him was the only thing that would save me tonight.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I said. “My car broke down and I didn’t know where else to go.”

He sighed again, a can you believe the shit I have to deal with sigh, before turning to face the others. He kept his arm around me, pressing me tight against him as he waved his hand at the men in the bar. “Boys, this is Kitten. Kitten, these are the boys.”

The men stared silently at me and I licked my wind chapped lips. “It’s nice to meet you.”

One of the older men with a long dark beard shot through with streaks of grey, bellowed laughter. “There ain’t no way in hell this pretty little filly would ever be seen with your ugly mug, Rye.”

Riley scowled at him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“He’s sayin’ you’re ugly, boy.” Jenkins clapped him on the back before giving me a once-over. “And this bitch ain’t your type.”

“How the fuck would you know what my type is?” Riley raised his eyebrows at him. “And stop looking at her like that or I’ll rip your fucking eyeballs out of your head. Got it?”

“Jaysus, boy.” Jenkins gave him an exaggerated look of hurt. “Cool your jets. I didn’t know she was your woman. Fuck, you never talk about her.”

“Maybe because I didn’t want you fucking leering at her like the goddamn pervert you are.” Riley took my hand and led me toward the door. “C’mon, Kitten.”

“Where do you think you’re going?” A short man with a large beer belly and long white hair stood up from one of the couches.

“I’m gonna take my woman home and then I’ll be back,” Riley said.

“We got business to take care of,” the man said.

“Yeah, I know. I won’t be long.”

The man shook his head. “She can stay.”

“Frank, she doesn’t need to -”

“I said she can stay. Unless,” Frank cocked his head at Riley, “she don’t know how to keep her mouth shut. Do you trust your little kitten, Riley?”

I started to tremble. Riley had stiffened against me and there was something in the way that Frank was looking at him that made my stomach churn.

“I trust her,” Riley replied.

“Then there ain’t a problem with her staying,” Frank said.

Without speaking, Riley led me toward one of the dirty, worn armchairs. He sat down and pulled me roughly into his lap, pressing me back against his chest. My dress had ridden up until the tops of my stockings were showing. He rested his hand on my thigh, his fingers stroking the thin band of flesh that was peeking out from above the stocking.

I pulled on the bottom of my dress, trying to tug it down and he grunted with disapproval before pushing my hand away. “Don’t, Kitten.”

The rest of the men were ignoring us now. A few of them had returned to playing pool while the others were standing in small groups, conversing with each other. Only Frank was still staring at us. I gave him a nervous look as Riley slipped his other hand under my long, dark hair and held the back of my neck in a firm grip.

He continued to stroke my smooth thigh and I pushed down the new bite of lust. I was in deep trouble and now was not the time for my libido to rear its ugly head.

“I have to use the bathroom,” I whispered.

He pushed me to my feet and led me toward the back of the bar. I followed him meekly, my hand gripping his. I staggered a little when he led me down a dark hallway. He glanced back at me, his eyes unreadable in the dim light, before opening a door on the left.

“You have two minutes.”

I hurried into the bathroom. I realized with surprise that I really did have to pee, and I eyed the dirty toilet with distaste before layering the top of it with toilet paper. I peed quickly, sighing with relief as my bladder emptied, then flushed the toilet and lurched my way to the mirror. I gripped the sink and stared at my reflection. My face, always pale to begin with, was deathly white and my bright red lipstick was smeared.

I turned on the tap and used the water to wash my hands and scrub the remains of my lipstick from my lips and face. My hands were shaking badly, and my feet were screaming at me.

There was a small stool in the corner of the room, and I limped my way to it before sitting down and slipping off my shoes. My feet practically shrieked hallelujah and with a small groan I massaged them gently. I was just inspecting the blood-soaked blister on the back of my right heel when the bathroom door banged open, and Riley walked in.

I shrank back as he slammed the door shut and then squatted in front of me. He held my chin in a firm grip. “Who are you?”

“N-no one,” I whispered.

“What are you doing at this bar?”

“I told you – my car broke down and I just wanted to use a phone to call a tow truck, that’s all. Please, let me go. You can slip me out the back or something, okay?” I pleaded.

“There isn’t another place around for miles. You’ll freeze to death.”

“I’ll walk back to my car and stay there until morning. Someone will come by, and I’ll use their phone,” I said.

He gave me a grim look. “The only people who are going to drive by are the men out there. Do you want them stopping to help you?”

I shook my head and blinked back the tears as Riley rubbed at his forehead. “Fuck. What’s your name?”

“Maddie.”

“Listen up, Maddie. The only way you’re going to survive this night is by doing everything I tell you to. Understand?”

I was so scared, my throat had gone bone dry and I couldn’t squeak out a reply. He squeezed my chin. “The men out there are brutal and dangerous. If they think you’re not who I say you are, they’ll rape you, beat you, and leave you for dead. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” I whispered.

“I can’t let you leave out the back. If I do that, they’ll beat the shit out of me and then find you and hurt you. Your only chance - our only chance - is to keep pretending that you belong to me.”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked.

He hesitated before glancing at the floor of the bathroom. “You remind me of someone. Someone sweet and innocent who I failed to protect. And I’ll be damned if it happens again.”

“Who?” I said.

He frowned at me. “What?”

“Who do I remind you of?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just keep your mouth shut and do whatever I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He studied me carefully and alarm flooded my nervous system when his eyes dropped to my large breasts. My dress was ridiculously low cut, and he got more than an eyeful of my cleavage.

“Christ,” he suddenly muttered. He forced his gaze to my face and my thighs trembled at the look of pure need on his face. I stared at his mouth, those full lips that had touched my own and made me forget that I was in a room full of dangerous, terrifying men.

Don’t be ridiculous, Maddie. Someone like him would not find someone like you attractive, my inner voice said.

No, he definitely wouldn’t. Even though he wasn’t conventionally attractive, there was something about him that called to me. I had no trouble believing that he could easily have whatever woman he wanted. His body was pure muscle and the scar on his face only made him more mysterious, more attractive.

It was absolutely the wrong moment for my lust to come roaring back to life, but apparently, I had zero control over it. I wanted him to kiss me again, I wanted to feel his hands on my breasts and his cock in my pussy while he whispered dirty things in my ear and –

“Fuck, Kitten. You’ve got your need written all over that pretty little face of yours,” he groaned.

I jerked in surprise when he dropped to his knees in front of me and yanked me forward. His crotch pressed against me, and my eyes widened when I felt the hard evidence of his arousal.

“Wha- what are you doing?” I squeaked.

“Giving you what you want,” he growled.