Free Biker's Captive: Outlaw Motorcycle Club Capture Fantasy (Steel Horsemen MC Book 1) by Frankie Blue Page A

her cringe. There was no doubt this knife was created to kill in the most painful way possible.
    "I see you like my knife," He sneered. "I would usually not lower myself to using knives to get my pleasure, but this..." He held it higher in the moonlight so it glinted in the silvery rays then brought it to her cheek letting her feel the cold metal, grinning at the way she moaned her terror as he let her feel every curve.
    He slid the blade softly down her cheek and she gasped at the sharp sting, tears falling freely as the pain and fear throbbed in her veins. Her blood spilled and ran in a long rivulet down around her jaw and under her chin.
    He leaned closer, his breath hot in her face. As much as she wanted to keep her eyes on his, her gaze continued to flick to the knife. "P – Please..." Was all she could manage and she hated herself for letting it out.
    His hand covered her breast again, the knife resting against her bloodied cheek. "Your daddy gave me this…” he pointed the knife at the long ugly scar running down the left side of his face.  "After these good men and I have violated you to our satisfaction, and that includes my little toy." He slid the knife down her body till it was pressed against her mound, eliciting a terrified moan. "I plan to send a few of the more intimate parts of you to your club so they may enjoy them as well."
    What happened next happened so fast that at first she wondered if she’d passed out and was dreaming. A huge fist came from nowhere and he was thrown back and in the next instant fell unconscious on the road. While she still stood, frozen, staring at the man on the ground a bike revved and a single muscular arm wound around her middle, yanking her off her feet to sit sidesaddle across the lap of another biker. 
    Marnie's mind was a jumbled blur to everything but the rumbling motor below her bottom and the strong arm holding her against a broad, warm chest. She gripped onto his black leather jacket and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and throat. He smelt of musk and beer and she gripped the stranger, pressed her body harder against his, and felt his arm tighten, a movement that she was sure was meant to give comfort.
    “What about my bike?" she whispered against his neck and felt him laugh. A rumbling shudder that made her feel oddly warm.
     

Axle
    Axle felt the woman's heartbeat calm against his chest as they sped along the deserted old highway.  She was so delicate, her body so much smaller than his and so light. He was sure he could snap her in two with one hand. Her breath was soft against his throat even though her hands continued to hold his jacket in a death grip.
    He liked the way she’d confronted Carl, even though she’d been shuddering in her stylish boots. The feisty chick held her ground like a boss, saying shit that, to his memory, no one had ever dared say. Even Axle wouldn’t have tested Carl’s temper that much. She was either stupid or hiding a pair of brass balls.
    Her face was pretty, not beautiful, but there was something striking about it that he couldn't quite put his finger on. A small pert nose, lips pink and plump but not pouty, soft creamy skin with a slight flush staining her cheeks and long wild brown hair.
    He didn’t know what had made him react the way he did, he’d never struck a brother without provocation. But the second he saw her in the flesh something clicked in his head, like a light switch.  She was his.  A simple fact.  It hit him hard and wouldn’t let go.  She belonged to Axle.
     

Marnie
    Marnie gripped tighter and buried her face against the stranger's shoulder as she felt him slow.  That curvy knife flashed in her mind over and over. The cold blade against her skin and his threat to – violate her with it made her flesh crawl. But then out of nowhere this guy knocked him flat and pulled her out of there.
    The patches on his jacket showed that he was an enforcer like Carl, but which one? As far as she knew