After escaping from a christian cult/biker club, Quinn runs for the road. She's picked up by a woman who brought her to another club where she meets a rather demanding and annoying over protective biker president. But she's not safe since her captures want her back, and are willing to kill for her. What will happen when she wants to run again to save the new people she's met? What happens when the president won't let her go? WARNING - strong language and rather adult scenes. ***unedited***

Mature Content 18+ "Fuck, Connor," Kate moaned as he held her wrists above her head in one big hand. His other hand cupping her pussy under her dress, her red lace thong already soaked. "Don't move," he ordered her. The authority in his voice caused even more of her juices to slide down her, drenching his hand. She whimpered, nodding at him with hooded eyes. He pushed one finger inside of her, using his thumb to keep pressure on her clit. "Kate, fuck baby, you're so fucking tight." His words caused her to clench around his fingers. He added a second finger, torturing her slowly. "You like that, baby? Like when I spill filth from my mouth into your ears," he growled in her ear. "More," she begged, unable to string more than a single word together to form a sentence. In one fluid motion Connor ripped her panties from her and had her dress bunched at her waist. He unbuckled and unzipped faster than he ever had in his life. Lifting the backs of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding her between him and the wall he used one hand to guide himself to her entrance. Kate looked down, mesmerised by the size of him as he pushed just the head of his cock inside her. "Don't marry him." Kate's eyes flew open at his words, staring at him and dropping her legs from his waist. Standing on shaky legs she wasn't sure could carry her, she fixed her dress, leaving her torn panties and walked away. Amazing cover art by @M_Rainberry