BEAR: A Hellbound Lovers MC Novella, page 11
“You son of a bitch!” I lunged at him, wanting to claw his eyes out for harming a hair on that little girl’s head.
He flung me against the floor and kicked me in the gut. “I want you to beg me for your life, Meg. Just like Sherry did for her little girl’s. How sweet they were laying side by side for me. How she cried while I stole her womanhood away. Yours was supposed to be mine, but you opted for whoring yourself out!”
I cried as he slapped me across my face. I cried not for the pain, but for the horrors my friend had to endure.
Why, Sherry? I told you to stay away. Why didn’t you listen to me?
“I told you. All you had to do was give into me.” Seizing my hair, he yanked me up to my knees.
“You didn’t think I’d forget, did you Meg? Someone had to pay for what you did. Your little boyfriend there,” he looked at Derek and smirked. “He ran away like a bitch. And well, Sherry, she was more than willing to spread her legs for me. Too bad she didn’t last. She was a good slut though.”
“Fuck you!” I spat at him only to receive another kick and blow to my face, this one splitting my lip.
“You left me! Or did you forget that! Because I didn’t.”
I gasped as the blade swiped against my neck, the edge dangerously close to my flesh. I flinched and shook, but remained as still as possible, praying this would end soon. “I thought maybe hearing about your friend’s disappearance would have brought you back, but you’re more cold hearted than I thought.”
Gripping the knife by the base, he placed the edge of it to my chest. “Maybe I should carve it out, see if it’s made of stone. Leave it on your lover’s bed. Don’t you think he’d appreciate that?”
“He’ll kill you,” my voice was taut with fear.
Instead of seeing it as a threat, Jebediah began to laugh. An eerie sound in the darkness. “I’m looking forward to seeing his will to kill. Did you know killing a Sheriff iss punishable by death. Fuck, I’d love to see him convulsing and drooling as he fried on that chair. Wouldn’t that be a sight for sore eyes?”
I focused on the smacking of his teeth as he chewed the piece of gum in his mouth, the faint scent of peppermint on his breath as he chewed away made my stomach turn.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Pop.
He paced around me, stopping right behind me before gripping my neck and hauling me up towards him, just enough to press his cheek to mine. “I bet they wouldn’t go easy on him either. He’d be unrecognizable when they were done with him. All charred bone left for his loved ones.”
“Y-you’re a sh-shit,” I trembled.
“Never said I was anything but, Darlin’.” Tugging hard on a pipeline that ran across the ceiling, he reached into his bag for another said of cuffs. Clasping a cuff around my wrist, he swung me around and yanked my arm up above me. He was trying to find a way to secure me to the pipe, but I was too short to reach it. Letting out a series of curses, he dragged me over to the other side of the room. Grabbing the back of an old wooden chair he placed under the pipe where he initially wanted me.
“Get on the chair.” He tugged at my cuffs but I shook my head, terrified of what he was going to do. I wanted to run, but the knife pressed to my cheek froze me. “I said get on the fucking chair.”
My body didn’t want to cooperate and it took a few blows to the head to finally get myself to do what he asked of me. I took a step up and he followed me sliding the chain through a slit between the roof and the pipeline. He then snapped the cold steel. I was a few inches short of the floor, and when he kicked at the chair, I dropped. My toes barely touched the ground, and my body weight on the cuffs caused them to cut through my skin, making me scream in pain.
He patted my hip and smiled at me as I dangled helplessly. “That’s a good girl. The pain will stop soon. What’s the worst that can happen? Maybe your hands will fall off due to lack of circulation. Won’t that be a treat? I’d love to hear you scream then.”
I cried out as he pushed me, making me sway as the handcuffs ripped at my flesh. He then turned to Derek who was now murmuring incoherently on the floor. Crouching beside him, he gave him two hard smacks on each cheek.
“Wakey wakey, tough guy.”
My head pounded, the blood pooling from the gash on my forehead, trickled over my left eye. “Please,” I sobbed. Feeling so damn weak and so fucking vulnerable.
“Would you rather I put my hands on you instead?”
“No!” I shouted as he ripped my nightgown in half, my breasts barely covered. He seethed as he groped and prodded me, mauling my breasts painfully.
“Don’t you fucking lay a hand on her!”
Chains rattled behind me, Derek finally awake, angrily trying to get free. Jebediah turned to him, hatred spilling from his voice.
“You self centered, self-absorbed, filthy piece of shit. Did you think she’d only be yours?” He ran up to him, giving him a swift powerful kick to his ribs.
Derek yelled out in agony. “Did you think you could take away what was mine and not pay for it!”
Another swift kick and Derek bucked back, his grunts of pain tore through me. “Stop! That’s enough!”
He turned to me then, his dark eyes on me. “Enough?” He snapped out a blade, playing with it as he approached me. “Only I decide when it’s enough, Darlin’. Haven’t you learned that by now?”
I shivered as he dragged the tip of the knife along my collarbone and down my sternum. “She’s a pretty thing isn’t she. Like a fragile little doll. All I need to do is just press down, slightly,” I held my breath as he placed the sharp point of the blade to the indent at the base of my neck, pushing in just enough to spill blood.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you!”
Derek struggled against his handcuffs, watching as I dangled there, unable to do anything. I knew Jebediah was dangerous. I knew he was obsessed, I felt it when I first let him take me out. Getting more and more intense as the years passed on. I was so damn naive. So damn stupid.
“Derek, hush baby. Just do what he asks. Stay still. He won’t hurt me.”
Jebediah’s eyes met mine and there was a sinister look in them. “Is that right?”
I trembled as he brought his face to mine. The peppermint mixed with the scent of his cologne made me nauseous, or maybe it was the severe throbbing in my head. I wasn’t even paying attention to him as he dragged the knife down across my belly. My eyes were trained on a small figurine on a far table set to the side. It was an odd looking thing, all crooked and decrepit, worn down just like I felt.
Jebediah forced my gaze back to his. Forcing me to face my reality. He looked back at Derek for just a second, smiling the entire time as he toyed with us. “Maybe she’ll look prettier in red.”
I gasped as the knife sunk into my side. Derek’s scream echoed as the blade was slowly shoved into me. He smiled at me as he inserted the blade ever so slowly watching as it got lost in my depths. My lips parted and I looked at him in shock. Heat spread through my body and then an intense dull throbbing began. I didn’t take notice that he stabbed me until he leaned in. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do, Princess.”
He tugged the knife out before he could stab me again, and I watched in horror as Derek swung his body at full force, knocking down the wooden staircase and managing to release the chain from between the bars. He lunged at Jebediah, who turned just in time to slash him across the chest. I screamed as Derek went down to one knee and Jebediah brought the knife up above his head, but before he could do anything, Derek reached up, tangled and twisted the knife with his handcuffs and they struggled. The blade went flying across the floor as Jebediah tackled Derek, sending him back against the wooden beam in the center of the room.
Tears blurred my vision as I fought to keep awake. The world spun for me and in the back of my mind I knew it was due to the loss of blood. I could feel the warm drops of it falling on my toes which barely scraped the cold cement floor.
In the distance I heard a man yell out followed by Derek’s roar as he was lunged back against the steel, cylindric boiler. They both struggled as Jebediah gave low blows to Derek’s already bruised rib cage. I couldn’t help but scream in frustration as I dangled from the handcuffs.
Jebediah sent a blow to Derek’s head, disorienting him. Again, the madman made his way toward me and it was clear he intended to finish me off before Derek could intervene again. He leaned over and picked his blade up off the ground as he stalked my way.
With a roar only a bear could make, Derek rushed at him from behind. Jeb didn’t even have time to register what was happening as Derek slipped the chain of his cuffs over the sheriff’s forehead, pulled it down over his face, and yanked back, ramming it through his teeth and into his mouth.
Jebediah screamed in pain, shattered teeth spraying from his lips with a mixture of spit and blood. I screamed as he was hauled back a few feet. Derek yanked hard on the chain and Jebediah produced a harsh wail as several more of his teeth dripped from his mouth to clatter on the ground. The chain grinded against his molars, ripping away at the corners of his lips and tearing through the flesh. His scream was something I never wanted to hear again.
Shaking my head in horror, I watched as he tried to crawl away from Derek’s grasp, and somehow managed to lean forward hard enough to send Derek flipping over him and crashing to the floor. Both men fought to get up quickly. Jeb could barely close his mouth as blood gushed down his chin.
Derek climbed to his feet and heaved against the wall as he watched the sheriff reach for the gun that had, at some point in their struggle, been flung across the floor. In his distress, Derek found what little energy he could muster and took the remaining steps toward him.
“The gun!” I tried to scream, but the sound barely made its way out of my mouth with anything more than a painful gasp.
Jeb almost had his hand on his gun when Derek rushed at him, lifted his leg, and threw all his weight behind it as he brought his boot heel down against the back of the sheriff’s skull. He lifted his foot and did it again, ramming his forehead and face against the floor. The crack of bone being crushed against cement made me wince and if he wasn’t dead, he would be severely damaged.
My head swayed back as I fought the wooziness that overpowered me. It felt as if though I was fighting with my body not to give up.
Just a little more time, God. Don’t let me go yet. I just want to stay with him.
The rattle of keys made me gasp for air and look up at the man whom I was fighting to live for. He quickly undid his cuffs and shucking them off he reached up and unlocked mine. I crumbled into his arms, and through all the pain and hurt, he lifted me into the air, swiftly carrying me through the dark hallways.
“Come on Meg, hold on baby girl. Don’t you leave me.”
He rushed up a set of stairs but as he reached the door he cursed. “Motherfucker!” I felt him kick at the door. The last of his strength dwindling as he adjusted me in his arms. Holding me tight he kicked again and screamed.
“Nick! Niiiick!”
He kicked again and the door budged. I lay limp in his arms, the feeling in my arms slowly dissipating.
“My Bear,” I whispered.
“Hold on, Meg!”
“Niiiick!”
I could hear the fear in his voice as tears started to roll down his cheeks. I caught one in the palm of my hand before I felt the world dip and fall away.
Epilogue
Meg
Something heavy was weighing me down. I shifted my body, but whatever was on me was extremely heavy. Groaning, I forced my eyes open, staring at the wooden beams that ran across the ceiling. There were fifty-two to be exact, I’d counted them on several occasions when I couldn’t fall asleep.
The nightmares rarely plagued me anymore. I had to move on from what had happened. If it weren’t for Derek and the members, I probably would have died that night. I can’t tell you what happened to Jebediah. All I can say is that Ryder took care of making sure he had gotten to the “right people”, whomever they were, I didn’t really care. I hated that he had brought me to that point of wishing away his existence. The only thought that ran through my mind was that I had hoped he wouldn’t survive.
The pressure on my stomach shifted and I was held pinned down by a pair of muscular arms that were currently wrapped around my waist. I smiled realizing that at some point along the night, Derek had decided I was to be used as his pillow. Stroking his head, I snuggled into the mattress enjoying his warmth in the coolness of the cabin. It was February and it had been snowing up in the mountains. We were secluded enough that we could disappear from the radar, but close enough that if the brothers needed Bear, he could reach them in less than twenty minutes.
He’d bought the cabin for me. For us. Talking about how he needed to keep me safe and if we were going to start a family then he needed property to build on. I smiled as he’d said it, my own personal handyman. And he really was as he repaired the hardwood floors, made sure the plumbing ran along the whole house, and fixed the roof. Fifty-two brand new wooden beams, perfectly aligned.
He moaned against my tummy, his cheek pressed against my bare flesh. “Is it already morning.” He grumbled before placing a kiss on my scar. That horrid scar that marred the flesh along the right side of my torso. His fingertips grazed it and then those bright blues looked up at me.
“Morning, baby girl.”
“You’re squishing me.”
His smile got wider and he had that look in his eyes that told me he wasn’t leaving this bed before letting me know just how good of a morning it was going to be. He ran kisses along my sternum until he reached my breasts, and he leaned back, gently rubbing at a nipple until it was night and taut for him.
“They’re swollen, aren’t they,” he rumbled as he took that peak into his mouth and let his tongue roam along the ridges.
“Daddy,” I moaned as his hands began to stroke my thighs, sliding between them until he found what he was searching for.
His tongue ran along the side of my neck, his deep purring sending jolts of pleasure to my sex. “Mmmm, is my Meg wanting to get Daddy dirty this morning.”
I gasped as his finger slid across my slick center, still wet from the night before. Sighing I stretched out for him, cupping my breasts as I spread my legs.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy,” he kissed me softly while he shifted over me, his weight comforting as he snuck in between my legs, spreading me wider around his thick frame.
I gasped as his heavy shaft slid through my folds, making me whimper.
“Needy, little girl,” he whispered against my lips as he entered me in one swift thrust. Lifting my body up as he took me.
He never did waist a minute with me, desperate in his need as I was in mine. He just didn’t care. Ten years of our lives were put on hold unfairly, and he did promise that he’d show me just how much he missed me every second of our lives.
His vows were short, but his intention was clear and full of emotion. There was no other person in this world for him other than me and I felt the same. In his release he’d whisper how I was his, and then hold me tight, not wanting to let go. Feeling loved was something so foreign at first, but now I didn’t think I could ever live without it.
His body drove into mine so sweetly, making my toes curl and my nipples tingle. I loved feeling him on me, around me. His cock stretching me as he gripped my flesh, sinking into me deeper until I was cooing at how good he felt inside of me. So deep, so hard. I cried out, dragging my nails across is broad back as he took me away into ecstasy. His hips plunging into me over and over again, nonstop as my orgasm crashed through me, taking my breath with it. He grunted and groaned into my neck, sliding his cock in and out of me.
“So perfectly wet, baby girl. Fuck.”
His fucking became rougher, harder as he held me to him doing whatever he wanted to my body. He ripped a scream from me as he made me cum once again, purring in my ear how he was going to fill me up with his seed. And I moaned begging him to. I wanted to start a family with him, and he knew this. And the more he thought of it, the more his eyes would shine, and his step would lighten. He would be a wonderful father and lately, he was enjoying trying to get me pregnant every chance he got. He wouldn’t even ask sometimes, just bend me over and slide deep into me. Rocking me to my core as he promised to give me a baby.
“I love you my sweet bear,” my voice quivered as his growls rumbled through my body.
“There’s nothing better in this world than feeling you wrapped around me, Meg. I want you to know that.”
I smiled at him, playing with his beard as he hovered over me. “I’m gonna make us a family.”
“We are a family,” I laughed softly. “You’re my family. Just us is enough for me.”
He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss before sliding over to his side of the bed. We both laid there, looking up at those wooden beams. His hand found mine and slowly I drifted off to sleep, a hand pressed to my tummy hoping a miracle would happen.
Epilogue Two
Meg
Present Day…
“Bear for God’s sake, be careful!”
I rolled my eyes as I sat with Regina and Scarlett at a table drinking beer and watching as the boys were competing on wheelies for money. First one to the finish line was to get a thousand dollars and a new chrome job on their bike.
Tonight’s Bike Night was up by the cabin and it had been a pretty good attempt at gathering everyone up. Bear wanted to host this time around in celebration for Scarlett and Wolf’s engagement. And for the most part everyone was enjoying themselves. He’d gotten up a stage a few times, those deep tones of his lulling me as I watched him enjoy himself. It warmed my heart to see my old bear grinning from ear to ear.
