Bred by the MC Prez – Breeding Season Read online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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Untouched.

No one had ever given her the time of day.

She let out a sniffle, wiping beneath her nose. If she didn’t do exactly as her father wanted, he was going to kill her. She’d been told to distract Forge. To give him whatever he wanted.

Before being dragged into the car, she’d been forced to watch porn. Saw a woman deep throat a man, take him into her pussy and then her ass, before sucking on his cock again. They’d made her watch and told her what she had to do.

She closed her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the bathrobe closer to her. Back at the Peterson mansion, after her chores, she had her own little room down at the end of the yard. It wasn’t much. A small house. One bedroom, one kitchen, one bathroom. She loved it. Every single evening, she would leave and pretend like she was only going to a job. Not that she was a prisoner. One day, she hoped to be free. To be far away from the Petersons and to have a life where no one dictated to her what she had to do. She’d yet to achieve that but she had hoped. She always did.

There was no reason to even think about giving up.

Now though, locked in the MC Prez’s bedroom at his clubhouse, she felt even more afraid. He’d looked so angry as he took her. Riding on the back of his bike was one of the most difficult things she’d ever done.

Covering her face, she hoped her body stopped shaking soon. She had to keep telling herself it would all be fine. Her father threatened to have her killed multiple times a week. This was no different. He couldn’t hurt her here.

What if Forge and his men were meant to be the ones to finally kill her? To clean up his twenty-four-year-old mess.

The door to the bedroom opened and Forge, the man who now owned her, stepped inside. He held something in his hands but she couldn’t make it out. The light coming from the lamps didn’t cast enough glow to show every single corner of the room.

She lowered her hands and stared at him, feeling frozen to the spot.

“Did you offer to come here? Is this all an act?” He pointed at her body.

At first, she didn’t know if this was a trap. If she told him the truth, would he tell her father? Would he beat her? She’d been on the other end of a belt before. If there was one thing she knew, she didn’t like to be hurt, to be whipped. Even being slapped. She hated it all.

“Look, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not a monster,” he said. “I’ve brought you some clothes. I want to know the truth. Do you get off on this sort of thing?”

He held out two items of clothing. They looked like jeans and a shirt.

“You want me to wear clothes?” she asked. Her voice didn’t sound like hers.

“Yeah, I do. Does that surprise you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I figured you’d be hungry. I haven’t eaten for most of the day. We’ve got the grill fired up, and you’re welcome to join us.”

“I am?”

Forge laughed. “Exactly who are you?”

“I’m no one,” she said, answering quickly.

“Something tells me you’re way more than someone.”

She pressed her lips together, not wanting to give anything away.

“Fine. Your secrets are your own. I won’t pry just yet.” He shook the clothes. “Here, take them.”

She got off the bed, grabbing them.

Forge then surprised her as he turned, giving her some privacy. “Get changed. I’ll escort you down. Not all the boys were there when I picked you up. They need to know not to mess with you. You belong to me.”

He was being … kind. She wasn’t used to anyone caring.

“I didn’t offer to be this,” she said, quickly pulling the jeans up her body and the shirt over her head. “You can look.” She folded her arms across her chest, trying to hide herself.

Forge removed his leather cut and handed it to her.

“What is this?”

“It’s for you.”

“It is?”

“Yes. Wear it. It’ll make you feel more comfortable.” He held it open and she stepped into it.

The warmth of his body surrounded her and for the first time all night, she felt safe. Warm. “Thank you.”

“Do not mistake this kindness I’m offering you as any weakness. You belong to me, Beth.”

She nodded, feeling the smile fall from her. Of course. There was no chance of her ever being happy. She was surrounded by men determined to hurt her. Who only wanted to use her for their own gains.

Her father had made sure she wasn’t near any men growing up, believing her virgin state would help his cause. He’d been right. Look at where she was now. In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by an MC club she didn’t know, with instructions to keep him happy.



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