Knife's Property

N I N E T E E N

Okay, so I've been hesitant about writing sex scenes because it's been so long since I read a story on Wattpad that I couldn't remember what was allowed, but I was writing some spicy scenes for Strawberry to upload separately and I was looking up other words to use for vagina (I'm sorry, pussy makes me cringe so bad) and guess what comes up???

A Wattpad recommendation on how to write sex and what words to use lmao

Sooo, when the girls are rescued, do expect a big, hot steamy session of sexual intercourse between Strawberry and Knife 😈

!!!!!!OPINIONS NEEDED!!!!!!
Should I rename this story 'Knife's Property'? I feel like it's not getting a lot of traction on here so I'm considering changing the name, any thoughts??

Anyways, end of the long note, happy reading!

The rest after they revealed themselves is one big blur.

We were still clinging to each other, trying to grasp what was happening when the figures lunged towards us and threw a hood over our heads. I was thrown over a broad shoulder and the resounding grunt from Lana told me the same happened to her.

I concentrated on breathing evenly through the panic rising in me. The hood wasn't helping matters. The kidnapper's shoulder was pulling the material down tighter, so it pressed against my face and almost suffocated me.

I wriggled around, desperately trying to relieve the pressure of it pressing over my face. He snarled something at me, probably telling me to stop moving but I was concentrating on finding a position that did not kill me. I didn't recognise his voice, he had an accent I couldn't place but that was all I could detect that was different about him to the guys around here.

I relented and went limp against his shoulder and was awarded the ability to breathe a little better. I felt tears prick the back of my eyes, but they would not fall.

"Quick, the others will be back any second now." A voice snapped, full of agitation and fear. I stilled at the sound of his voice and my horror grew tenfold.

The sound of Lana's cries were heard behind me, muffled by the hood over her head. They grew louder when Water Boy spoke, and her fears worsened alongside mine.

I didn't know Water Boy that well. He had spoken a few words to me but nothing major. Then one day, we were leaving the clubhouse after a tense Church meeting and Knife was still tense all over and refusing to loosen up, no matter how much I hugged him.

I didn't notice Water Boy before Knife left my side and slammed him into the wall next to us. He squawked at the action before grunting as Knife shoved him into the wall even harder. He was seething, his whole body tight as he held him against the wall. I remember freezing and just watching in horror as Knife's huge body dwarfed Water Boy and how close he looked to killing him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He ground out. I was frozen behind him, watching in slight horror the sight before me.

Water Boy grunted but didn't get to say anything else before Knife pulled him back and then rammed him back into the wall even harder. The other members stood back and watched the scene unfold, a grim look on their face.

Knowing they were too wary to try and stop him, I sucked in a terrified breath and cautiously placed my hand on Knife's back.

"Knife?" He didn't answer me, he just kept his angry glare on the shaking club member in his hands. "Knife, please let him go."

He ignored me again and snaked one hand around his throat, slowly cutting off his oxygen supply. I had no doubt in my mind that he would kill him if he wasn't stopped. No one would stop him; they were too afraid of Knife and knew he was too valuable to the club to stop him from doing anything.