Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

Rory’s john didn’t bother knocking, not when he’d paid top dollar for her.

Away from the dim lights of the club, she recognized him as Franklin Worth, a charismatic trust fund baby who’d followed his daddy into politics. The tall, dark, and rather handsome thirty-nine-year-old senator was up for reelection next year. She wondered what his constituents would say if they knew he frequented strip clubs and paid for sex. Even if they learned it, they still wouldn’t know that The Pole Barn was owned and staffed by supernaturals.

They were careful to retain their human forms at all times while they were working. While shifters recognized each other and kept their secrets, their human customers stayed blissfully unaware.

Closing the door behind him, he loosened his tie and slipped it off. “You are so goddamn beautiful, Magenta. I couldn’t take my eyes off you tonight.”

Rory smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.” From his muscles, she figured he worked out. Probably with a personal trainer, considering the money he had.

Lips lifting at the corners, the senator smirked. “When my friend suggested this place, I thought he was crazy, but I’m happy I took his advice.”

Sauntering toward him, she eased off his jacket and helped him unbutton his shirt. The quicker he was naked, the sooner this would be over. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his trousers, Rory tugged him toward her. “Ready to have your world rocked?” she purred.

Eyes on her face, he licked his lips and nodded. “Hell, yes!”

Unbuckling his belt, she lowered his zipper, taking his underwear and trousers down to his knees in one go. He was surprisingly on the big side as cocks went.

When his hands settled on her shoulders and pushed down, Rory shook her head.

“You need to wrap up first,” she told him, nudging her chin at the foil squares on a table within easy reach.

“I’ll pay you extra,” he offered with a wink. “Five hundred dollars if you take me bareback. Okay, a thousand.”

Rory resisted rolling her eyes. Why did every rich asshole think they could bribe her with more money? “Not an option, sorry.”

His disappointment was short-lived when she grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it over his length. The senator hissed out a breath, hips jerking forward at her touch. If she was lucky, he’d explode before her jaw started to ache.

Giving him a sultry look, she cupped her lace-covered breasts and sank sexily to the floor. Keeping eye contact, she wrapped a hand around his girth, feeling the weight of it in her palm. Anticipation and lust burned in his gaze. Giving him one long lick to the tip of his cock, she worked his length with her hand.

Fingers fisted in her hair, guiding her head where he wanted it. Caressing his balls with her tongue, she gave them equal attention. Once she figured out what turned him on the most, it would be easier to please him.

“Take it all,” he grated. “Swallow it, slut. You dirty, filthy bitch.”

Giving him what he wanted, she took him down her throat all the way, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head. Moaning, he jacked his hips, fucking her face with increasingly violent thrusts.

Gripping the backs of his thighs, Rory let him use her. He wasn’t shy about what he wanted.

“Yes, yes,” he hissed, pulling her face to his groin and holding it there while she gagged. “Bitches like you love to be dominated. Brought to heel.”

The guy was trying to be an Alpha asshole. He’d piss in his pants if he came face to face with any of the real Alphas who’d been in the club tonight.

Ignoring his braggadocio, she focused on getting him to finish.

But he had more control than she hoped. When he forced her away, ripped off her clothes, and threw her onto the bed, she understood he intended to get every penny he’d paid for.

“On all fours like a good bitch,” he growled, climbing between her legs. Notching his glans in her opening, he shoved his length inside, not caring that she was too dry. He forced his way in, taking every inch with calculated precision until he was balls-deep inside her. He started moving, hanging onto her hips, then her shoulders, anchoring her in place while he pounded into her. Ruthless. Relentless.

Senator Worth grunted, testing the bed springs while she was hoping for a fast finish.

Next door, Candy was just getting started. With her supernatural hearing, Rory could easily imagine what was going down.

“Fuck,” Mason grated. “Feel that, bitch? Feel me filling your cunt? As soon as I get you stretched out for Quake, I’m reaming out that ass of yours.”

Rory could see Quake fisting himself, watching them go at it, ready to join them as soon as Mason did his thing.

She wished Quake was the one inside her, fucking her instead of a corrupt politician with money to burn. Closing her eyes, she pretended it was the Hell’s Fury Enforcer banging her and making her breath hiss between her teeth. “Oh, yeah, fuck me,” she crooned. “Fuck me just like that.”

Rory kept up a string of dirty talk that thankfully seemed to turn Franklin on. She begged, whimpered, moaned, wishing he’d finish the fuck up and go so she could get herself off.

Next door, Mason took a second from drilling Candy to check on his club brother. “Quake, did you fall asleep on us?”

“You finished already?” Quake wondered.

“Just getting started,” Mason told him.

“That makes two of us.”

Quake asked for a dental dam. A goddamn dental dam.

Lucky bitch.

Rory could hear their every move. Sticking it in Candy’s backdoor, Mason flipped over with her and Quake went to town, making her shriek like a banshee when she came.

“For Christ’s sake,” Franklin muttered, disgusted to hear it through the walls.

Hoping to distract him, Rory faked an orgasm.

“Not so fast, bitch.” He pulled out and shoved his cock up her ass hard enough to make her squeal. The sound excited him. He started pumping in earnest,