Fix motorbikes. Keep the crazy motherfuckers in their club in line. They don’t beg for anything. So I tell him, “I don’t want anything from you.” He grins, slowly. “Yeah, Princess. You do.” “No I don’t!” Why was my voice so high and squeaky, and why didn’t he believe me!?! His eyes take me in again. “Know what you want, and I can give it to you. Pretty, perfect, pampered little princess wants to know what it’s like to get taken by a man.” My nostrils start to flare. Damn! MC Princesses weren’t supposed to do ugly shit like that either! “You wanna get fucked,” he clarifies, as if such a vile statement needed clarification. “To be one of those bitches screamin’ as I slam into them, fuckin’ ‘em s hard they’ll never forget the feel of my big, thick cock inside ‘em.” “And what?” I ask, voice still too high and breathless for such a sassy reply, “You think you’re the only man with a dick?” “I’m the only man with a dick who will give it to you the way you want,”
