Taken: Rough Devils MC Book 1 (BWWM Motorcycle Club Romance)

Taken:

Rough Devils
MC Book 1

This story is
the first book in a three book series but can be read as a standalone novella.
Keep reading for a special, bonus short MC story at the end!

By Sasha Devine

Copyright 2015 by Sasha Devine

All rights reserved.

PROLOGUE

For
the first time in her life, Camille was nervous. She was normally confident, cool,
collected. But she’d never been in this much danger before. How could she have
let herself get captured
here
, in the basement of the biggest biker gang
in the state?

Would
the man torture her? Kill her? Beat her up? She had no idea what to expect, but
she figured he probably wouldn’t just let her waltz out of there by herself.
No, she was going to pay for what she’d done, she knew that much.

Camille
had always been a bit of a snoop. Even when she was younger, she always tried
to follow people around, see what they were up to. When she got a little older,
it turned to more than just following around.

If
she saw a hot guy on the street or somewhere, she had to follow him until she
saw what he looked like without a shirt. Until now, she had been pretty good
about not getting caught. It was just bad luck that the next guy she followed
happened to be the second in command of Rough Devils MC.

She
cursed herself as she remembered getting caught, not even two hours ago. How
could she have been so stupid? It should have been simple. She’d done it a
thousand times before. But this guy was a lot smarter than she thought.

She’d
been visiting town that morning to pick some stuff up for her sister. She’d run
into this guy on her way into the store. He had the biggest muscles she’d ever
seen, rippling as he walked past her. His eyes were pools of green and the
tattoos running along his arms and legs just made him more appealing.

She
had never really been into white guys before, but this guy was different. There
was something so…
manly
about him.
She had to have him.

When
he spoke to her, she felt as though she was floating. He had a soft, deep, sensuous
voice.

“Hey
honey, watch out for that guy behind the counter, he’s been staring at the girl
customers tits all day. And you got some nice ones.” His eyes glinted.

“Pretty
girls like you should be careful around this town. You can run into trouble anywhere.”
He winked as she tried to mumble a response, and went on his way.

As
soon as she saw him, Camille knew she had to see him naked. Maybe she’d even
have time to watch him take his pants off? She forgot all about shopping, found
a bench across the street and waited for him to leave the area, eager. She
couldn’t help herself. Even in the back of her mind, she figured she was going
to get into trouble… but her urges had to be met.

When
he left the store and got onto his bike, it should have been the first reason
not to follow him. But Camille hadn’t been thinking straight. She hopped into
her car and followed him all the way to a neighborhood she’d never been to
before: reason number two. It also happened to be right in the middle of the
desert: reason number 3.

But
by then it was too late. She’d come too far just to let him go. She parked her
car on the side of the road and followed closely behind him as he walked into
what looked like a mansion at the end of the dusty, abandoned street.

Camille
circled around, looking for a window to peek through. Unfortunately there were
curtains covering all of them. She realized she’d have to sneak inside if she
wanted to get off. Only for a moment, she felt a slight hesitation. She’d never
actually gone
in
someone’s house to spy on them before. It was always
inside the bushes, or behind a window. The man was too much.

She
checked the door to see if it was unlocked. It swung open silently and she
stepped through.
So far, so good.
Her heart leapt with
excitement.
Maybe this will actually work!

She
quietly stole through the house, hoping he wouldn’t hear her. She peeked
through every door hoping to find him. Clearly she wasn’t thinking straight,
but she couldn’t resist. She
had
to find him.

Just
when she thought she’d peeked through every door in the house, she finally
found him in a bathroom. Oh this was perfect. The mirror was at the perfect
angle so that he wouldn’t see her. Plus, he was just starting to get undressed
so she hadn’t missed anything.

He
started with his shirt, lifting it above his head and off easily. She salivated
as she looked at his perfect, bronzed chest. Muscles lined his torso, racing
across his arms and down his chest. He had an amazing six pack that made her
want to reach down and start playing with
herself
right then and there. And that was before he took his pants off.

Camille
felt herself start to get wet as he removed his pants slowly, examining himself
in the mirror. His legs were perfectly sculpted with muscles lining them as
much as his arms. But what drew her attention was his fat, thick cock.

Even
soft, it aroused her. She imagined what it would feel like to get fucked by
that thing at full strength. She closed her eyes, moved her fingers underneath
her panties and started playing with herself, right there in his house. She
didn’t care. She gave a little moan as she rubbed more furiously, praying she
might one day be able to fuck a cock that huge.

Her
mind drifted off. He was cupping her tits now, clothes forgotten.
One hand circling one tit, the other creeping down, past her belly
button, and settling on her clit.
She gave a yelp of pleasure as he
slowly slid a finger inside her.
Then two.
His now
soaking wet fingers started to slide in and out of her as he sucked her tits,
bringing her closer and closer.

She
couldn’t take it anymore. A moan burst from her lips and she opened her eyes as
she felt a warm, firm hand jerk her up to her feet, jolting her from her
fantasy.

“And
just what do you think you’re doing here?” growled the man in a deep, sexy
voice. Even though she’d just been caught, Camille couldn’t help but feel
soothed by that voice. It almost felt hypnotic.

“Uh…”
she couldn’t think of anything to say that would make sense.

“Nothing
to say, huh?
You know you’re trespassing in my house, right?”

“Yes,”
she squeaked, her heart pounding now.

“Were
you spying on me?” he asked, glancing down at her soaking wet panties.

“Um,
n-no,” she said, her eyes betraying her.

Camille
couldn’t help herself. Her eyes traveled down his body and to his cock again,
now just a little bit harder. Was she imagining that it was harder? She
couldn’t be sure.

“Do
you know who I am?” he demanded.

“N-no,”
she murmured, eyes fixated on his cock.

“I’m
Rick Thompson, one of the founders of Rough Devils MC. Do you know who we are?”

“N-no.”
Was it growing?

He
shook his head.

“No,
you don’t,” he agreed. “But you will. Little sluts like you need to be taught a
lesson every now and then. I think I should be the one to teach it to you,” he
said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Without
warning he picked her up effortlessly and carried her to another room she
hadn’t noticed before, in the very back of the house. Camille tried to fight
but he was too strong. Even though she was scared, she couldn’t help but still
feel aroused. Those warm hands gripping her like that… she almost moaned again.
He sat her down on a chair and looked her right in the eye.

“Now
what should I do with you?” he muttered to himself, that sly smirk still on his
face. His eyes traveled up and down her body one more time before he spun
around abruptly and left the room, leaving her to herself.

Now,
two hours later, she still couldn’t get escape. He made sure the room was comfortable
enough, but was careful enough to lock the door. Camille felt herself doze off
after a while, hoping her sister had contacted the authorities or something.
But she was known for disappearing for days at a time with a guy, so her sister
would more than likely assume that nothing was wrong.

She
woke to a familiar, warm hand shaking her awake. She blinked a few times and
saw him there, the gorgeous man who captured her.

“So,
my little slut.
Anything to say for yourself?”

“I-I
just thought you were hot,” she blurted out, blushing.

He
grinned wickedly, his white teeth almost blinding her.

“It’s
a good thing you’re cute, or you’d be in some serious trouble. Still, I can’t
let you off the hook that easily. A little slut like you needs to learn a
lesson every once in a while.”

She
felt her heart pound in her chest, excited. Now, she’d finally find out what he
planned on doing with her.

“What
now?” she
asked,
a look of innocence on her face.

“Now
we fuck,” he said, removing his clothes in less than a second.

Camille
felt her pussy throb as he grabbed her arms with his thick, muscular arms. He
ran his tongue gently across her face, tasting her for the first time as she
shuddered with pleasure.

She
raised her hands in surrender. He growled with pleasure and tore her shirt off
with a quick movement, exposing her large, voluptuous breasts. She shuddered as
he ran his hot tongue across them, making her nipples harden.

His
hot breath on her bare tits made her pussy ache with want. She glimpsed his
cock and her mouth began to water. She bent down as he leaned back, inviting
her to suck him. Camille didn’t quite know what to do, since she had never
sucked a cock before, but it couldn’t be too hard.

She
knew what to do. She grasped him in both hands, his warm, thick cock throbbing
to her touch. She slid the tip of her tongue up and down his long shaft,
enjoying the taste of his huge cock. She swirled her tongue around his head and
she felt him shiver with pleasure. Camille smiled to herself. She was really
starting to enjoy this.

She
wrapped her lips around his head, sucking on him ever so gently. She started
with just the head, teasing him, making him want her. It worked. He couldn’t
take it any longer as he grasped her head with a strong hand and gently moved
her head onto him. She giggled as she filled her mouth with his cock.

It
was so big, she couldn’t fit it in all the way, but she sure tried. She took
him all the way to the back of her throat and held him there for a second, before
drawing back and taking him again. He let out a low growl of pleasure as she
repeated.

She
ran her lips down his shaft as he growled, gently moving her hair behind her
head. She felt each and every vein against her tongue as she sucked, enjoying the
feel of the extra thickness.

Her
pussy throbbed as her head moved up and down on his cock, sucking him harder
and harder. She felt his cock throb in her throat as she sucked, knowing he
loved this. She didn’t want him to cum yet, but she figured as a huge, burly
biker he’d still be able to fuck her pretty good.

A
smile spread over her face as she sucked and thought about what she was doing.
She was sucking a fucking biker’s cock. If someone had told her yesterday she’d
have a giant eight inch schlong halfway down her throat, she would have laughed
her ass off.

Camille’s
pussy was sopping wet as she sucked, yearning for a cock to fill it. She sucked
him with one hand and slowly removed her underwear with the other. She let her
fingers of her hand slide up her slick leg as she began to play with herself.