Free The Erotic Motorcycle Club Collection (3 Hot Biker Stories) by Marjorie Lux

outline of a figure appeared next to my bed and before I could scream, a hand quickly covered my mouth.
     

 
     
    Chapter 6
    Attacked
     
    “Shh, don't scream. It's just me.” It was Peter's voice. My heart was still pounding in my chest, but the panic drained out of me. Peter pulled his hand back and sat on the edge of my bed.
    “Peter!” I gasped. “What are you doing here? Is everything ok? How did you get in?” My eyes flew to the door that I had latched the night before. It now stood slightly ajar.
    “Everything is fine,” Peter replied. “I just had to see you. I missed you.” I smiled.
    “That's sweet, but I can see you tomorrow. I can ride with you if you like,” I replied, wondering what time it was. A quick glance at the clock told me it was only a little after 2:00 in the morning. I was still exhausted.
    “I know, but I wanted to get closer to you. I wanted this,” Peter said, pulling the blanket off me and revealing my half naked body. I tried to pull the blanket back, but Peter held it there.
    “Peter...” I said warningly as I yanked the shirt down to cover my panties. “It is not going to happen. Go back to bed.” The look on Peter's face changed from sweet to furious in one quick flash.
    “Why? Because Dex claimed you? Well Dex doesn't get to have everything he wants. And I'm going to take everything from him and show him that he isn't the only one in charge.” Peter grabbed my arm hard and held it down. I tried to twist out of his grasp, but he only squeezed tighter.
    “What the fuck, Peter! This has nothing to do with Dex. Just let me go and go back to bed. You must be drunk.” But he didn't stop. He used his knee to push open my legs and then got between them, holding me down. He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and held the over my head while he started to unbuckle his belt. I tried to thrash my legs, but he used a quick, painful knee to my thigh to make me stop. I wanted to scream, but Peter was too quick. He pulled up my shirt over my face and stuffed a handful of it in my mouth. I felt like I was choking on it and could barely breathe. I felt his rough hands grab at my naked breasts, pawing at them harshly while he still fumbled with his fly. I squirmed and thrashed, trying desperately to get free.
    Peter undid his fly and let out his cock. I groaned in fear and disgust. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. I was stupid to agree to come on this trip with these bikers I didn't even know, stupid to have fallen for Peter's sweet talking, stupid to have put myself in this situation. Anger flooded me. I was going to be raped here, in this dirty motel, by this biker who wanted revenge on someone else. This is where my sad fairytale had led me. I had to fight. I had to do everything possible to stop him. I twisted my head back and forth until some of the shirt dislodged from my mouth and took a quick breath.
    “Help!” I screamed out. “It came out more muffled than I had hoped, but maybe someone had heard. Peter reached down and slapped my face hard. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I was not going to give up. He stuffed the shirt back into my mouth, but I managed to bite down on his fingers. He yelped and then punched me hard in the cheek. The world titled and faded from view. The last thing I saw was Peter grimacing over me as shouts filled the room.
    I came to a few moments later to Dex's worried face hovering over me. I groaned as a wave of pain hit my face. The nausea came on quickly and I only just had time to lean over the edge of the bed before I retched onto the floor. Dex quickly grabbed my hair and held it back from my face. Once I was done, he handed me a tissue to wipe my face.
    “Peter!” I said in a raspy voice as I wiped my face clean. “He was...he tried to...” I started sobbing, unable to finish the sentence.
    “Hey, it's okay,” Dex said, helping me sit up and putting all the pillows behind my back. “We got here in time. I punched even harder than he