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

behind her. Lost in thought, she hadn’t realized bikers were following her. Wondering if it was Quake and his brothers, she checked the rearview mirror.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw who it was.

The Death’s Head jackals were right on her tail. At the head of the procession was Phantom.

Fuck.

Slamming her foot down on the accelerator, Rory took off, speeding away. If she could outrun them and get home, they wouldn’t be able to touch her. Keeping her eyes glued on the road, she reached for her bag on the passenger seat. Groping for her phone, she swiped it on, intent on calling for help. Zero bars. Damn it all to hell. The blank signal icon taunted her from the screen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, dropping it back on the seat.

As long as she kept driving, they couldn’t get her. Maybe they just wanted to spook her. Phantom’s way of playing mind games. Stalk her all the way home just to turn her into a nervous wreck.

That thought didn’t last long. The car jolted and pulled to the right when her back tire blew. She kept a death grip on the wheel, a scream tearing from her throat when she lost control and started spinning.

Bee came to a stop in the ditch. The door was wrenched open, and Phantom reached inside. Still dazed from the accident, she clawed his hand when he fisted her hair.

“Bitch,” he hissed, dragging her out.

Rory grunted, her knees hitting the ground, stomach churning with nausea. Surrounded by jackals, her only hope was to shift and try and outrun them. As her attacker hauled her to her feet, she felt the familiar energy gathering inside her.

Someone forced her head to the side and jabbed a needle into her neck. She hissed at the sting. A spreading warmth doused the sensations building within her, making it impossible to shift.

Phantom’s laughter sent fear flooding through her veins. “You ain’t going nowhere, sweetheart. There’ll be no change for you for now.”

“What the fuck did you do to me?” she snapped, gasping when her arms were jerked behind her back. Something was looped over her wrists and pulled tight, cutting into her flesh.

Taking her chin, he forced her head up. “You should be worried about what else we plan to do with you. This is nothing compared to what’s coming.”

Darkness descended as a burlap sack was pulled over her head, stealing her vision and sending a fissure of fear racing down her spine. Rory was trying not to panic when a bruising grip on her biceps yanked her to her feet. Pulled off balance, she stumbled and fell.

Above her, Phantom laughed.

Hands lifted her, forcing her to move until her feet met the edge of the road. She could hear the low rumble of an engine. It sounded as if a door slid open. A van? She was shoved forward, guided to step up. Lowering herself, she perched on the end of the bench seat beneath her.

Someone shoved her to the far side and sat where she had been. Snaking his hand across, he grabbed her by the nape of her neck and forced her head down until her nose was in his crotch.

How could this be happening? It was broad daylight. Surely someone passing by would see them. Even if no one spotted her in the van, there’d be no missing the purple car she’d been forced to leave behind.

Her best hope lay in the note she’d left waiting in the kitchen to be read. When she didn’t return home, Madam Belle would guess something was up. The problem was, she had no idea where Phantom planned to take her or how hard it would be to find her when they searched.

“Hold still unless you want a permanent smile.”

Rory froze at the warning. Fingers felt where the sack covered her face, finding her nose and chin. The snick of a switchblade warned what was coming. It sliced through the fabric, making a glory hole. Stowing his blade, Phantom unzipped his fly and pulled out his erection. “You better get used to the taste of jackal cock, bitch, because that’s all you’re gonna be getting for a while.”

Fisting her hair through the burlap, he shoved his dick down her throat, making her gag from the force of it. He fucked her face, ruthless, uncaring, demanding that she service him like the whore she was.

She might be a sex worker, but even prostitutes had limits. Phantom didn’t care what hers might be. He was the Alpha in charge, the stud to her bitch, determined to use her in every way he wanted.

And he wanted them all.

The ninety-minute drive was a nightmare marathon of forced compliance, humiliation, zero pleasure, and too much pain. By the time they stopped, he’d marked her every orifice with his seed.

She’d lost her clothes long ago. As soon as they stopped, he took off her hood, too, gripping her hair to haul her outside. She didn’t recognize the place but the terrain was rough and the clubhouse equally so. Phantom marched her into it. A crowd of leering jackal shifters parted like the sea to let them pass

Phantom hauled her over to the bikers’ bar. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her onto it.

“You like to dance. Move those hips and give us a show,” he laughed, slapping her ass.

The bastard was enjoying this. Rory glared at him, hating him with every fiber of her being. She was filthy. Used. Phantom’s cum was smeared on her face and running down her thighs. She needed a shower. God knew when she’d be allowed to have one.

“Dance,” Phantom ordered, accepting an opened bottle of beer from one of his brothers. “Or I’ll let my friends here line up and fuck the sass out of you instead.”

None of them would use a condom. Phantom hadn’t. The thought made her shudder in disgust, his semen still burning inside her. Thank God, she was on shots for birth control, but she still had