"What does that mean?" she said, her heart thumping.
"You'll find out soon enough. Of course, the game can stop if you just come home like a nice pet."
"I know you can find another woman, a better one who is totally into your lifestyle. Believe me, you'll be happier with someone who wants what you have to give her."
"I want you."
"But you can't have me anymore."
"Ah, and that's where you're wrong, pet. Game on."
The phone went dead and ice flowed in her veins. Frederick could be a very cruel man, and she knew that he didn't like to be the one who didn't call the shots. He'd never leave her alone, even if he had another woman, which she suspected he did. He couldn't go without the control and a compliant submissive.
Maybe I should go back to him so he won't exact vengeance on the people I love. I know he'll kill Rock, but how could I ever be with any other man now that I've experienced him? I love him so much.
She decided she'd call her mother and let her know what was going on; plus, she wanted to see Stephan again before she left. When she'd gone to see him the day before, she'd switched the payments for his care to her and taken Frederick out of it before he did it first. She could anticipate what he was going to do because over the past few years she'd studied him meticulously. Her only hope was to anticipate staying one step ahead of him until he couldn't do anything to her. Then she'd disappear.
Chapter Nineteen
Clotille looked around the Devil's Legions' clubhouse, noting that the main room was a lot smaller than the Inurgents'. The clubhouse was a house located on the fringes of the city. The yard was a patchwork of green and brown squares, and a big sign reading "Devil's Legions MC Private Club, Bikers Only" hung on a chain link fence. Several German shepherds roamed the backyard, barking incessantly as the women and other bikers entered the club.
The main room was in the basement, and its concrete floor was left bare. The walls were painted black, a large, cloth banner of a skull and crossbones hung against the back wall, and the club's logo-devil with fire-hung over the small bar that had a few wooden barstools around it. A pool table, big screen television, and two tattered couches completed the room. There were a lot of bikers, and under the low lights Clotille would've thought she was at an Insurgents' party. The women were the same: heavy makeup, long hair, overly glossed lips, partially exposed butt cheeks, and big breasts bursting out of too-tight tops. Several of the women were fused against the men, but the majority strolled around the room waiting for the urge to strike one of the bikers. As with all MC parties, there was a disproportionate amount of men than women.
When Rock called her and told her he'd pick her up for a club party, she was happy she'd bought the short black skirt when they'd gone shopping in Baton Rouge. She paired it with a cute black lace crop top, a pair of short boots with a three-inch heel, and a ton of silver bangles on each arm. Large silver hoops and smoky eyes completed her look.
She'd stayed in her room waiting for Rock to text her, not daring to venture upstairs and endure the stares of Isa and Charlie. She normally dressed a bit more conservatively, but since she was going to a club party she'd pulled out all the stops. Sometimes not giving a damn was liberating.
Rock came into the room, startling her. "Oh. I thought you were going to text me."
"I gotta use the bathroom, chérie." When he came out, she was putting her lipstick in her purse. His low whistle made her spin around. "Fuck, you look tempting and damn gorgeous. Get over here."
The smoldering flame she saw in his eyes sent an electric tremor through her. Smiling, she shook her head. "That's for later."
"Woman, I said get your ass over here." She slowly walked toward him but he reached out, grabbed her hands, and jerked her roughly to him. "You're taking too fuckin' long." His demanding lips caressed hers, sending her stomach into a wild swirl. His hand slid underneath her skirt, his fingers kneading her skin as they inched up toward her ass. When they touched her bared cheeks, he grunted. "You're wearing a fuckin' thong. You're so damn sexy."
She let him run his hand over her firm globes while she pressed against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans tighten. Placing her hands on his chest, she pulled back a bit. "We need to get going."
"I need you bad, chérie."
She laughed and twisted out of his arms. "You're so impatient. Anticipating something is sometimes more enjoyable than getting it."
"Never been good with patience, and anticipation is fuckin' overrated. Get your ass back over here."
She snatched her purse off the dresser and opened the door, stepping out. Glancing over her shoulder, she chuckled. "Not going to happen. Let's go." She was sprinting up the stairs when he came up behind her, his arms locking around her waist. She cried out playfully, "Let go of me."
Rock nuzzled her neck and whispered, "I'm never letting you go, chérie." His hands scorched her exposed midriff as he showered her neck with kisses.
"Are you two going out?" Isa's voice rang out from the kitchen.
Pulling away from Rock, Clotille straightened her hair. "Yes. Some friends he knows are throwing a party." She suppressed her laughter as Rock swatted her butt until they reached the top of the stairs.
"We may crash at the clubhouse. We'll see you." He held the door open for Clotille and soon they were riding toward the Devil's Legions' party.
Unlike the Insurgents' parties, this one didn't have any food except for pretzels, peanuts, popcorn, and chips-hardly the best choice for dinner, but it would have to do. Many men checked her out boldly, and she buried herself deeper and deeper into Rock's chest. Even though she should have been used to it after years of male attention, she wasn't. She hated men ogling her now as much as she had back when she'd been in middle and high school.
"What's up, chérie?"
"Nothing much. Is there somewhere we can sit? My feet are aching."
"Sure. You should've told me sooner." Taking her hand, he pushed through the crowd and went to a couch that had several people on it. Squeezing in at the end, Rock sat down and tugged her on his lap. "Better?"
Next to them a man was getting a blow job from a naked blonde woman who was fingering herself as she worked the biker's dick. "I'm not sure if it's better, but it's more comfortable."
He laughed and placed his hand on the back of her neck, bringing her face close to his. "You're so fuckin' adorable, mon petit chou." He kissed her, then nibbled her earlobe.
"Mon beau trésor." Burying her face in his neck, she pressed a kiss there. His low groan vibrated against her, and she felt his hardness under her thighs.
Bones and Puck came over, their arms around a stacked, inebriated brunette each. "Hey, dude, this fuckin' party rocks. It's great to have new pussy." Bones laughed and kissed the woman with him deeply while he cupped one of her tits. "Puck's enjoying the shit outta being a full patched member, aren't you?" The newest member of the Insurgents bobbed his head in agreement while Rock and Bones laughed. "You and your woman wanna do some sharing?"
Clotille looked quickly at Rock, her stomach tightening. When he shook his head, she relaxed and sank deeper into him.
"Do you wanna watch?" Bones said.
Rock put his lips to her ear. "You wanna watch them fuck? It can be hot."
She stiffened. "Do you want to?"
"It's up to you, but there's no way we're fucking in front of them. I'm not letting anyone see your body but me. It's definitely your call. I'm already hot for you without watching another couple get it on."
She brushed her lips across his ear. "I feel the same about you. I'm not interested."
Rock placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed. "Nah, we're good, Bones. You and Puck go have some fun."
As the night wore on, the bikers and the women became drunker, more drugged out, and hornier, and Clotille felt like she was at a porn festival. Everyone around her was going at it, and the only ones left in the room who were still sitting or standing upright were her and Rock, Hawk, Chas, and Axe. The four brothers were drinking shots and talking Harleys and "best of" lists for biker songs, movies, rallies, and a slew of other categories. After a while, Hawk stood up from the couch and announced he was turning in. He stepped over different couples having sex and headed downstairs.