Free Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) by Chiah Wilder Page A

thought about it until it’d driven him almost crazy, knowing retaliation would be the only thing that would bring him peace. Bitterness and anger had been his only friends for months, and imagining the suffering he’d bestow on Banger made him salivate.
    It was easy: take the one thing the president loved more than anything—his daughter. He’d planned it so well, proud of his meticulousness on the way he would exact his revenge. And then he saw Kylie, and his elaborate plans took a backseat as he became consumed by her. She should’ve been dead by now, and Banger should’ve already opened the box containing her head, her blue eyes frozen in terror. Instead, the bitter man was watching Kylie, compelled to make her his no matter what. Had he betrayed his loved one with this diversion? Perhaps, but the pull the blonde-haired vixen had on him was too much. He had to possess her; he couldn’t resist. All of her belonged to him—her body, her love, and her life. If he had to kill everyone in his path to conquer her, so be it. The vengeful stalker had even stopped visiting his mother, yet the guilt he felt about that still wasn’t enough for him to break away from Kylie.
    And his poor mother—a miserable lump of a woman—had never wanted anything more in life than a good husband and children. But her husband had regularly beaten her to a pulp, and her two sons were loyal to their brotherhood. When she’d asked him to come see her, she’d pleaded with him to find out what had happened and to make it right. The dutiful son promised he’d exact vengeance for her—it was the least he could do.
    But he hadn’t planned on Kylie. Sleepless nights were filled with fantasies of her ivory-white skin against his tanned body, his hands running over her curves, his mouth on hers, his hard cock poking at her pussy while lavender swirled around him, caressing and intoxicating him.
    Fuck! His hand rubbed against the hardness in his pants. Cursing, he grabbed the remote, thankful he’d been stopped before he smashed the television screen, and switched on a porn film. Propping the pillow against the headboard, he reclined against it, unzipped his pants, and let Kylie take center stage in his mind as he watched a big-titted woman stuff a massive cock between her red, shiny lips.
    He gripped his dick firmly in his hand then moved it up and down rapidly, the sound of his ragged panting filling the room. With the pressure building, his whole body clenched as he crossed the threshold, grunting as satisfying spurts shot out. This is for you, pretty girl. Only for you.

Chapter Nine
    K ylie wheeled Taylor’s fuchsia suitcase down the stairs to the parking lot. “Tell your grandmother I said happy birthday.”
    “I will.” Taylor stopped in front of a blue Mazda and popped the trunk. “I wish you were coming with me. I worry about you.” A frown creased her forehead.
    “Don’t spend your weekend worrying. I’ll be fine. Besides, security is keeping an eye on me and Ricky asked Andy to watch over me too. Have a good time. I really do need to catch up in some of my classes.”
    “I should be staying and catching up,” Taylor groaned. “I’m so fucking behind in Ashcroft’s class. I’ll be pulling a lot of all-nighters for the next couple of weeks.” She hugged Kylie. “I’ll be back Monday afternoon. I’ll call you, and you better answer your phone, otherwise I’ll be freaking out.”
    Kylie pushed her affectionately. “Go. I’ll answer my phone. See you on Monday. Drive safely, and call me when you get to Durango.”
    Taylor waved and backed out her car, Kylie watching her drive away until she exited the parking lot. Swinging around, she sprinted up the stairs, happy to have the room to herself for a few days. She made sure her door was locked then cranked up Twisted Sister’s We’re Not Gonna Take It, thinking how the sentiments of the song fit her situation. She’d decided she wasn’t going to take anymore shit