Gamble has lived the past 10 years of her life as Rancid’s personal sex slave, ever since her murdered her entire family and took her away at the age of 15. Just a few months ago Rancid return her to Baltimore where she began a romantic relationship with Dog, the prez. But her happiness is short-lived when Rancid calls her for a meeting. There Rancid will make it clear that she will the personal whore for all the chapters prez(Rancid and Heavy, prez of Washington chapter, raped her repeatedly), in addition to witness the murder of her lover and be named prez of the Baltimore chapter knowing that no men will follow her. But with the support of other prez she gets her club to respect and protect her.
Hart comes to the club after his former prez accused him of sleeping with his woman and Rancid sent him here, and this new boy will be the one to restore hope in love for Gamble.
Hart slides his hand over my knee and up my thigh in a calculating way. Meanwhile the moment I look back to him, his eyes are locked on mine. He clears his throat and his voice comes out husky as hell. “Do me a favor and don’t ask me what I’m doing”. I’m so caught in my own head that I didn’t notice Hart hooking his fingers in the belt loops of my jeans or pull me up onto his lap. At this point he’s running his fingertips through my hair. “I thought you said I wasn’t your type.” “You’re not,” He confirms, placing his hand on the back of my neck he pulls my lips down onto his own. There is no element of soft and sensual. Even though he’s told me I’m not his type, his tongue is dancing with mine like I’m something he’s craving. Hart’s kissing me like a starved incubus. I snake my arms around the back of his neck, pulling myself closer to him. This pregnancy has only made me horny as hell and I’m so tired of continuing to take care of myself. If I get some real cock in my future, I’ll be a happy little horned up slut. I rip my hands away from the back of his neck and go to his jeans, unbuttoning the top, unzip his fly and dig my hand inside until I’m palming his cock. Hart’s hand goes to my jeans and he yanks my underwear and pants down until they hit my knees. Like the ravage beast he’s become, he flips my body down onto the sand and turns me over on my stomach, entering me without warning. It hurts at first as I adjust to his size, remembering just how long and thick his cock was when I saw it the other day. “I wish I knew you liked it rough, baby. The things I could tie you up with in that fuckin’ hotel room,” He sticks his tongue out and traces it up my neck and stops right below my ear, “I could hang you from the ceiling and force my cock down your throat. Or maybe I’d leave you hanging while I went to an adult store and leave a bullet inside your cunt for a couple hours. I bet you’d beg me to make you cum then, wouldn’t you?” “Yes,” I confess, having the perfect picture in my mind.