Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) Read Online Free Page A

cock.
    There’s no reason to say hello to the sleazy fucker. He didn’t come here to talk to me, and I sure in the hell don’t want to talk to him. I want to get this over as soon as possible, so I make my way to the end of the bed and start undressing. I kick off my shoes and quickly pull off my socks. Next, I grab the bottom of my shirt.
    When it’s over my head, he calls out for me to stop. “Slowly, Adyson. You know I enjoy watching my gift being unwrapped.”
    I force myself to think of my sister and the child she has growing inside her, then continue to pull my jeans off slowly. When Alex told me she was pregnant eight months ago, she cried for over an hour. She always took her birth control, swore she had never missed one pill. She just didn’t understand how it could happen. My sister said she would love to have a child, but not with Blake. She says she doesn’t know how she will ever get away from him now.
    I’m not sure her heart can even handle the birth of a child. She still hasn’t been able to have her surgery. She found out she was pregnant when the doctor ran pre-op blood work. The doctor tried to talk her into having an abortion, said it would be the safest thing for her. She told him she would die herself before killing her baby.
    So, for almost a year now, I have been putting up with Blake’s demands. Once a week, I meet him at the hotel and spread my legs to give him what he wants. All of it for my sister, to keep her safe and healthy. I know he wouldn’t hesitate to get a divorce, just so she wouldn’t have insurance to cover her surgery, if I don’t do as he orders.
    Not attempting to be seductive but not rushing, I take off my bra then slide my panties down my legs. Once all my clothes are on the floor, I walk to the bed, climb in beside him, and lie on my back. It doesn’t take but a second for him to turn to me.
    “I wish your sister had your tight ass,” he says as he pulls me into his arms and runs his hands down my body. “She’s getting so fat. I can barely stand lying in the same bed with her. She’s so disgusting. She turns my stomach.”
    I want to remind him that she’s carrying his child, but I keep my mouth shut. I haven’t spoken a word to him since the day he married my sister, and I don’t plan on starting today. All our meetings are planned through texts, which I always reply with three words. I’ll be there.
    He continues to skim my body with his hands as his lips place soft kisses on my shoulder. Bringing a hand to my head, he forces my face to him. His tongue swipes across my lips as he rolls his body between my legs. I turn my face away, not willing to taste him a second longer. His hardness teases my entrance, and I fight the urge to jerk away. As always, I hold still and let him do what he wants.
    “I don’t know why you pretend you don’t like it,” he murmurs against my cheek, before his mouth slides down to my neck to nibble at my pulse. “Your delicious pussy always tells a different story every time I touch it.”
    He’s right and that makes me hate him even more. I always orgasm; it never fails. It wasn’t like that in the beginning, but as he learned my body, he learned to give it what it needs to reach the point of no return. He does this every damn time, even though I fight it from happening every step of the way. In the end, I always lose the battle.
    “I love how wet you get for me,” he whispers with a laugh.
    The first time it happened, I was sick for a week. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to get out of bed again. Finally, I snuck out of the dorm room, making sure Trix didn’t know where I was going, and went to see a rape counselor. I was afraid to tell her everything, so I made up a story and asked her about my orgasm. She said it was a perfectly normal reaction for a rape victim to have, and she says it’s not something that should cause me to feel ashamed. My body reacts to stimuli, even if I don’t want it to. Still, I