Free Princess by Sapphire Knight

cry, baby.” He shoves two fingers deep into my back entrance, a gasp escaping me at the new sensations, and he continues, “Yeah, you’re gonna cry and beg me to stop, but I’m gonna fuck your ass, and after you’re cleaned up and done crying, I’m going to spray my thick cum all over those pretty titties you like to flaunt in front of me. You may hate me by morning, but you’ll fucking be mine.” He ends on a growl, plunging his cock into my core while continuing to play with my ass.
    He’s right, I scream.
    I scream in absolute fucking wonder at the amazing feeling of being taken by a real man. I should’ve saved my voice because it was only the beginning.

I’m awoken by a revving car or truck engine coming from outside. My body aches in new places, spots that I've never felt sore before, reminding me of last night. Viking had taken my body like a man possessed, never getting his fill, and I’m definitely feeling it all over. The sheets smell like us, leather and flowers. I would never have guessed that it would be a good mix.
    The mattress beside me moves, and I crack my eyes open to witness his firm, naked ass as he stands, pulling on nothing but the jeans he was wearing the night before. I love the Nordic tattoos he has scattered over his arms, including one the size of my entire hand on his thigh. His entire back is covered in one massive tattoo as well. The details are breathtaking, making the Oath Keepers patch appear more sinister and threatening. The flag being held by the skeleton looks like it’s being ripped from his flesh to wave proudly. It must have taken hours and several sessions to get something that would probably win an award if it were ever put on display. That would never happen; my father wouldn’t approve of such exposure to his club or the surrounding Charters.
    My father.
    I wonder if what happened last night in the bar has gotten back to him yet. Surely someone must have said something about the dramatic public claiming performed by a notorious Nomad. Hell, it should be the talk of the town and surrounding area with how much people like to gossip.
    Fuck my life. I can’t believe I let that happen.
    I’m probably going to end up having to move away when this is all said and done. I won’t put my mother through added stress; I do, however, have to complete my mission. The things Viking did to me, made me feel…I’m such a fool to believe I could get through this without any damage to myself.
    He would never truly make me an Ol’ Lady, and God knows I couldn’t handle everything that comes with that title in the first place. I’m too much like my mother, an old soul. I want monogamy; I want a husband who comes home to me after work, and I get to cook him dinner every night. I couldn’t deal with having a man that came home when he wished, fucked whomever he wanted and ended up in prison.
    I’m not that strong, neither was my mother and she’s taught me plenty. Last night should be enough, and I can keep my distance from Viking in the future. Between him and the Prospect, I don’t think I could do anything else with another member. I know I said before that I would be with a dozen if that’s what it took, but something’s changed.
    Viking’s different for me; he’s a game changer. I don’t feel disappointed when I look at him, but the opposite and that scares the fuck out of me. I can’t afford to let myself fall for a biker. I won’t let him break me like my father broke my mother.
    The motel door closes quietly on Viking’s way out. I guess he knows who that engine belongs too.
    Their voices are loud enough to carry through the poorly built motel and over the rumbling from the exhaust. It’s hard to tell if it’s a friendly visit with the heavy metal music playing amongst everything else. Despite my stomach telling me to stay in bed, that Viking can handle whatever’s outside, my feet hit the matted carpet.
    I scoop up the thin sheet, wrapping it around me and