Hook (Brutal Chains MC #1)

Chapter 11

Eleven

Hook

More. More. More.

I feel like I'm going out of my fucking mind.

I've never been the type of person to act on impulse. Everything I've done has always been thought out and methodical. But something about Bea telling me that she'd rather give herself back to Lance than let something happen to me flipped a switch inside of me.

That weak pussy bastard doesn't deserve someone like Bea.

She's mine.

Everything about this woman is calling to me in ways I never knew were possible.

Ways I know I'm never going to be able to forget.

When I brought her into the garage, I had all intentions of just tying her up and leaving her there, but seeing her surrounded by all this grit and filth, shining like the one beacon of hope I never even thought to wish for, basically forced me to take her.

I'm sullying her up, and I know it, but I don't have a choice.

I can still taste her sweet juice running down my throat; I want more of it, but I'm losing it.

"You're not done with me yet," she whispers, and I forget the fact that I'm trying to ease up on her.

It's a challenge if I ever heard one.

"Not in the least," I reply and reach for the remote sitting beside her. I press the button so the lift lowers slightly, and she's got her feet on the ground. I need her steady for what I plan to do next to her.

I toss the remote to the side and grab for my belt. I push my pants down just enough to get my dick out. I don't have the time to pregame with her right now. I already feel like I'm going to explode just standing in front of her. I'm on the edge.

Her eyes go wide as she looks down at me.

I've seen that look before. The want. The lust.

I've never been accused of having a small dick. In fact, more times than not, the women I'm with have complained that it's more than they can handle. They still all try, though. I'm hoping Bea is one of those types. A go-getter.

I wrap my hand around the shaft and tug a few times, trying to calm myself.

"You realize there's no turning back after this, right?" I warn her one final time. I feel like I've been telling her since I met her that she needs to stay away from me, and now that she's ready to leave, I can't let her go.

"I know," she answers and licks her lips as she continues to stare down at me jerking off.

How I wish I could feel those luscious lips around me. I'd give anything to see her tearing up, mouth stretched wide, with my cock down her throat.

There will be other times. Like I just told her, I'm not letting her go now.

I haven't been this turned on since I first got out of the joint. Sure, I've been with women after that, but I've never wanted one as badly as I do Bea.

I haven't even been inside of her yet, but I can already tell that I'm not going to be satisfied with just one quick fuck. I'm going to need more and more of her until there's nothing left.

I'm going to destroy her, and the fucked-up part of me doesn't care.

My muscles tighten as I continue to stare at the beauty trussed up in front of me. I need to stop, or I'm going to blow right here.

My feet feel like they're rooted to the ground. Stuck, preventing me from taking a step further.

"Hook, please," she begs, and I feel my knees buckle. It's all I need to move forward. I grab her waist and turn her so her back is facing me.

Pulling her backward slightly I force her to bend forward. Her round pert ass wiggling just slightly.

I've never been one for spanking but I can't help myself. I pull my hand back and bring it down hard on the fleshy part of her ass. She jumps and squeals but doesn't move that far away.

"You're going to learn to listen to me, isn't that right, Sweetheart?" I question but she doesn't answer only moans as she pushes her ass back toward me.

I pick my hand up and swat her bottom two more times in quick succession, my heart picking up pace as I watch her pale skin darken with the shadow of my hand print. "Isn't that right?" I growl.

"Yes! Yes, I will, Hook." She finally responds through her panting breath.

I stroke myself one final time, but this time I use a bead of the pre-cum dripping from my slit to coat my cock. I can't believe I'm about to do this, but there's nothing in the world that's going to stop me now besides Bea. She holds a power over me I don't think even she realizes.

I use my boot to kick her legs further apart before I press my cock on top of her backside. I do a quick sight measurement of how far inside her I'm about to go. She's a small thing compared to me, and just from seeing my shaft on top of her backside, I know I'm going to have to take it easy. Not that I want to, but I don't want her to hurt. Not too badly.

I slap her back a few times with my cock before I tilt my hips back, grab the root of my dick, and press it where it needs to be. The second I feel her warm heat start to open up to my thick cock, I'm lost. She moans just as loud as I do at the feel of me sliding into her. Bare. Raw. Completely trusting on both our parts.

I don't know much about her, but I pray she'd stop me if there was something I needed to worry about, the same way I wouldn't put her health at risk if something was off with me. I've never fucked a woman without a condom before, and just this first thrust lets me know I'm about to reach a point of heaven not made for people like me.

I slide in halfway before her cunt clamps down hard on me. "Fuck, you're so tight. You're choking me," I grumble, but I don't give up.

Pulling back, I grab hold of her hips and push back once again, this time getting further inside her. My hips take on a mind of their own as I pump in and out of her, finally managing to get all the way in to the base.

My jaw drops, and I breathe hard as I look down, watching myself disappear and reappear from her tight core. "Hook, fuck me harder. Oh god, harder," she wails as she gets a tighter hold on the chain I have connected to her wrist. I toss my head back and close my eyes, willing myself not to come even though I so desperately want to— not before her. Not until I feel her pulse against me at least one time.

The chain rattles hard as I set a punishing pace. Her ass jiggles and bounces with each of my thrusts as I give her exactly what she's begging me for. "Hook, yes," she screams, and I nearly lose it as I feel her thighs shake violently. If I thought her pussy was tight before, nothing prepared me for the vice-like grip I feel as she comes.

"Oh shit!" I bark and grab hold tighter. I'm losing it. Losing my grip on her, on reality, on life itself.

All that matters is Bea.

I need to get closer.

Somehow, I manage to move one hand from her hips and reach up to grab hold of her hair while I push her forward even more. She follows my lead and lifts one of her legs so she's kneeling on the table. It gives me another angle. Deeper. I want to touch her very soul.

I jackhammer up into her as her body goes limp from her orgasm.

Sweat is dripping down my face and back. It feels like I'm sprinting, running for my life. Running towards the biggest goal I'll ever aim for.

I need it. Need to come.

"I'm going to come. Oh shit." I growl and hold onto her tighter.

That was the only warning I'm going to give. Bea doesn't complain or say anything besides a soft whisper of my name as I continue to pump into her.

My sack draws up tight against my body, and the pressure inside of me builds so much I feel like I'm about to be ripped in two.

That's exactly what I feel like I'm doing to Bea. I'm pounding into her so hard I'm surprised she's not tearing from the force of my thrusts.

My hips hurt from both the pressure and the power of the blows as I fuck her.

Time stops, and my eyes flash white as I feel the first explosion tearing out of my body and deep into her.

I know I should stop. I should pull out. But I can't; I'm too far gone.

"Bea, fuck!" I roar and throw my head back as I continue to let myself spill inside of her.

It feels like my orgasm goes on forever. Like I'm never going to stop.

Come squelches and drips out of her all the while I'm still pumping, getting the last drips out of my system.

When it's finally over, I can't breathe. I collapse forward onto her, and she lets me lay there for a few moments. There's no sound in the room apart from both of our wild breathing and the sound of the chain clinking against the metal hook.

As I lay against her back, I feel both of our hearts pounding in our bodies. What surprises me is the fact that they seem to be pounding at the same time. Like we're in sync.

This isn't part of the plan.

I wasn't supposed to start caring for her.

I take a step back before the haze of my post-orgasmic bliss starts making me feel things that shouldn't be happening this fast, with a woman I barely know at that.

Slowly, I pull out of her, and my spend rolls down her legs, some of it wasting on the floor beneath her.

I'm not concerned about any diseases, even if I should be, but what surprises me even more is I'm not even concerned with the fact that this one intense ride might have knocked her up.

Kids have never been in the cards for me; at least that's what I assumed. But now, just the thought of Bea walking around with a round belly and my child growing in her doesn't fill me with the dread I thought it might. I'd be okay if she turned out to be my baby mama. In fact, I think I might even enjoy it.

"Stop it!" I snap at myself in my mind. I can't think like that. Not now.

She's vulnerable and on the run. Having a child should be the furthest thing from my mind.

Bea moans and lets her head fall to the side as she stands up straight. Her hands are still tied with the chains above her head.

I lift my pants and tuck myself in before I walk up behind her and grab hold of her hair. I yank back, causing her to gasp and her eyes to fly open in shock.

"This is the last I want to hear about you running back to Lance. That understood?" I snap at her.

"Yes, I'll stay. I promise I'll stay." She nods her head.

I press a soft kiss to her cheek. It's more tender than I normally am, but I don't want her to think I'm upset with her or anything like that. Not after what we've just done.

It's true that I don't want her to go running off to Lance, but more than that, I want her to trust me to take care of her.

When all this started, I didn't, but now there's no way I'm going to let her deal with this on her own.

I know what lies ahead if things go bad with her ex. There's a strong possibility that I'll have to take him out. I'm going to have to kill Lance in order to get him to leave Bea alone. With the show of force he sent to my tow yard tonight, I know he's not the type to give up.

When I questioned the men about what they were doing at my place of business, they were quick to let me know that they'd seen us watching them when they came out of the police station. They waited just long enough to see if I would give Bea up on my own. They showed up, guns ready, to force me to make that decision. I knew then, just like I know now, that they think they'd kill for their pay.

Fortunately for me, the people that came looking for her were just as scared as she was. They weren't soldiers, just hired help who probably never held a gun in their life.

As an ex-con, I know that it'll only take one shot for me to end right back up in jail.

All it'll take is one bad night for everything I've worked for to be ripped away from me. I never thought I would do anything that would jeopardize my freedom again. That last bid I did in prison was the worst. So many nights I sat in my cot just ready to end it all. I didn't see a purpose, didn't see a way out of the shitstorm I'd created in my life.

Brick and the BCMC is a saving grace for me.

Still as I reach up and undo the chains around Bea's wrist I know that I'm ready to lose it all.

She whimpers as I turn her back around and wrap one arm under her thighs and the other around her back to lift her in a bridal carry. "Shh, I got you, sweetheart." I press another sweet kiss to her forehead as she lets her weight fall against me.

I turn and walk back into my office, I can't take her into the clubhouse. She's barely awake and half naked. I walk over to the couch in the corner and lay her down on it before I walk over to the cabinet and pull out the pillow and sheet I have in there.

Before I can spread the sheet out over her, her hand reaches up and grabs onto my shirt. "Lay down." She murmurs.

I know I've got things I need to be doing right now. Brick and Light will be back soon and the rest of the guys are probably going to want to know why a bunch of armed men were about to kill me in my own tow yard. Still, none of that is more important to me right now than making sure Bea is okay.

I grab hold of her, lifting her off the couch before I lay down and let her get comfortable on top of me. I spread the sheet out over both of us and wrap my arms around her. She nuzzles into my chest and before I can say a word I feel her breath even out.

The exertions of the day finally catch up to me paired with the intense relaxation I feel after such an intense orgasm and I feel sweet sleep pulling at my consciousness. I let my eyes fall on the door of my office one time just to make sure it's all locked up tight before I allow myself to fall into a deep sleep.

The last thought on my mind is how perfect Bea feels against me and how I'll do whatever I have to in order to make sure she stays safe.