Free Fury by Jenika Snow Page B

giving
pain, but also liked receiving it. It’s what made his blood rush through his
veins, what had also made him tick. He was fucked up, he knew that, but he’d
accepted it, as well.
    Grabbing
his dick had a harsh groan leaving him. In his mind he envisioned the stinging
slap across his face. He’d lean down and lick her tears away, hear her moan,
because deep down she’d want him, want whatever he gave her. Shorty wasn’t a
rapist, would never force himself on a woman, but people who enjoyed the kind
of serious, hardcore play he liked were far and few between. A woman might act
like she enjoyed it, but deep down she wouldn’t.
    He
squeezed his cock as he stroked himself, pain moving through his dick and right
up his spine. The pain felt good, made him harder. Shorty started jerking off
like a madman, bringing his fist down to the base of his cock right before
sliding it back up to the tip. He added more pressure to his dick, the pain and
pleasure mixing as one. He felt his orgasm rush forward. The pain had his balls
drawing up tight and a hiss leaving him, but fuck, did it feel good.
    He
braced his forearms on the tile and breathed out, just letting the water beat
down on his back.
    Yeah,
Shorty was one fucked up asshole.
    ****
    Nando
sat in the plastic chair in front of the window of the motel room he’d rented
out for the night and stared at the Bleeding Mayhem clubhouse. He was using a
long-range scope, the smoke from the cigarette hanging from between his lips
wafting around him.
    The
only security detail he saw were the two guys standing on the other side of the
gate bullshitting with each other. These men were either careless and stupid,
or thought they didn’t need the protection. Maybe they didn’t. It wasn’t like
they were a crime family, or part of an elaborate operation that needed around
the clock security. All they had was some fucking gate that went around the
perimeter of the clubhouse, as if that could keep someone out if they really
wanted to get through.
    He
watched them for ten more minutes before putting down the scope and rifle and
leaning back in the chair. Nando finished off his cigarette, rubbed the butt
out on the bottom of his boot, and felt adrenaline move through him. He was
good at his job, good at tracking and hunting. It might not be the most
law-abiding work, but Nando knew when it came to staying afloat he had to do
what was required of him. And what was required of him to do to this fucking MC
looked like it would be easy pickings.
    ****
    Angelina
was still thinking about the dinner they’d just finished and what they’d talked
about as she cleaned up after dinner. This felt so … domestic, yet at the same
time it kept her mind from wandering and her hands busy. Even though there was
so much hanging over her: Fury planning on killing her father, her giving up a
location where her father most likely was, and recently finding out her brother
was dead, all she could think about was Fury.
    The way he touched me.
    The feeling of his hands on my
body.
    The fact I’ve never been so aroused
with another man.
    And the way he’d made me come.
    She
braced her hands on the sink, breathed out, and she closed her eyes. He’d left
dinner and gone to take a shower, and she’d been thinking about what he looked
like without clothes on, how powerful he’d look totally naked, and how she felt
so small and feminine in his presence. Exhaling once more, she turned from the
sink and headed down the hallway to the bedroom. She should just go to sleep,
and she hoped her dreams wouldn’t be filled with images of all the filthy
things Fury would do to her.
    And
then right before she got to her room the bathroom door opened and steam
billowed out. She stopped, frozen for a second as she waited to see if Fury
would emerge. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she felt her pulse
throbbing in her throat. The light went off in the bathroom, and then Fury came
out in nothing but a towel wrapped