Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) by K.A. Merikan
Authors: K.A. Merikan
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be actually fucked by Hyde, feel his cock deep in his ass, but the shame of that video was too much. He couldn’t risk it for anything. In one swift move, he pulled out his old phone out of Hyde’s pocket and dropped it into the beer-filled mug. The plop resonated in the silence, and Hyde stepped back, staring at the container before knocking it to the floor. The phone flooded out of it and slid all the way to the desk on a yellow wave.
Hyde came at Jason, grabbing his head to his chest and pressing his forearm hard against Jason’s throat, choking him with so much force Jason’s adrenaline levels skyrocketed, putting him onto a world of desperation. He grabbed the muscular arm and pulled, trying to slip out if the hold. To distract Hyde, he pushed back, crashing them both into the desk. The memory of Hyde’s cruelty against Coke was fresh in Jason’s mind, and he wasn’t willing to experience those kinds of punches himself.
But Hyde didn’t spare him any and kicked Jason right in the knee, sending him to the floor with a punch to the top of the head. It made Jason’s teeth crackle. “You bitch!”
Jason growled like a mad dog and swooped Hyde’s legs into an embrace, only to pull on them with all his strength. Despite Hyde’s weight, he managed to send him to the ground.
Hyde roared, his handsome face twisted into a mask of anger. It was the last thing Jason saw before searing pain bit into his flesh like a hot metal rod, repeatedly penetrating his neck and shoulders.
He screamed out and grabbed onto the shock collar with trembling fingers, but another explosion of pain had him wheezing. Jason’s vision became a blur, and he inched away on all fours.
“Stop!” he cried and fell when another pulse of electricity attacked his neck and chest with the ferocity of a rabid dog.
“I gave you my word that I’d delete it after the fight,” roared Hyde, and he must have pressed the button again, because Jason was once more gripped by the throes of pain as his throat constricted. The metallic taste in his mouth didn’t predict anything good.
“I can’t… have it out there,” Jason rasped, barely recognizing his own voice. He put his forehead against the cold, wet floor.
“You’re dead to me! I’m not gonna ever have my cock near you again, you stupid fuck!” roared Hyde. He kicked Jason over and placed his foot on Jason’s naked chest, watching him with so much spite that it made Jason want to crawl into the smallest hole and die of hunger without anyone ever seeing him again.
Jason’s whole body shivered from the pain. “I don’t care,” he said to save face, though that case was long gone. He tried to push off Hyde’s foot, but his arms felt too heavy.
Hyde kicked him in the ribs and spat on the floor. “You bitch. Can’t believe you did that,” he growled, pulling on Jason’s feet. The floor scraped against Jason’s skin as he was dragged through the office like a dead body ready to be dumped into cement. The doorway flew over him, and soon he felt the salty odor of the training room as Hyde dragged him out of the office. The dirt and cobwebs on the ceiling were mocking him.
Jason spat out some blood, but didn’t have enough energy to look back at Hyde, who sure as fuck wasn’t Dr. Jekyll anymore. “We’re even now…” he tried despite his better judgment, and right away he was hit with a sharp stab of electricity.
“Not even close,” said Hyde, looming over him like a vulture. “If you ever want me to touch you again, you will lose this fight.”
Jason let his lips spread into a wide smile, “Yeah, right. Like you can keep your hands off me.” He clenched his fists, readying for another shock, but it didn’t come.
Hyde snorted and walked into the office. “Do the weights while Spotty’s out,” he said before shutting the door. His laughter was worse than a kick in the teeth.
Had Jason overestimated himself? That thought chilled him to the core of his aching
Hyde came at Jason, grabbing his head to his chest and pressing his forearm hard against Jason’s throat, choking him with so much force Jason’s adrenaline levels skyrocketed, putting him onto a world of desperation. He grabbed the muscular arm and pulled, trying to slip out if the hold. To distract Hyde, he pushed back, crashing them both into the desk. The memory of Hyde’s cruelty against Coke was fresh in Jason’s mind, and he wasn’t willing to experience those kinds of punches himself.
But Hyde didn’t spare him any and kicked Jason right in the knee, sending him to the floor with a punch to the top of the head. It made Jason’s teeth crackle. “You bitch!”
Jason growled like a mad dog and swooped Hyde’s legs into an embrace, only to pull on them with all his strength. Despite Hyde’s weight, he managed to send him to the ground.
Hyde roared, his handsome face twisted into a mask of anger. It was the last thing Jason saw before searing pain bit into his flesh like a hot metal rod, repeatedly penetrating his neck and shoulders.
He screamed out and grabbed onto the shock collar with trembling fingers, but another explosion of pain had him wheezing. Jason’s vision became a blur, and he inched away on all fours.
“Stop!” he cried and fell when another pulse of electricity attacked his neck and chest with the ferocity of a rabid dog.
“I gave you my word that I’d delete it after the fight,” roared Hyde, and he must have pressed the button again, because Jason was once more gripped by the throes of pain as his throat constricted. The metallic taste in his mouth didn’t predict anything good.
“I can’t… have it out there,” Jason rasped, barely recognizing his own voice. He put his forehead against the cold, wet floor.
“You’re dead to me! I’m not gonna ever have my cock near you again, you stupid fuck!” roared Hyde. He kicked Jason over and placed his foot on Jason’s naked chest, watching him with so much spite that it made Jason want to crawl into the smallest hole and die of hunger without anyone ever seeing him again.
Jason’s whole body shivered from the pain. “I don’t care,” he said to save face, though that case was long gone. He tried to push off Hyde’s foot, but his arms felt too heavy.
Hyde kicked him in the ribs and spat on the floor. “You bitch. Can’t believe you did that,” he growled, pulling on Jason’s feet. The floor scraped against Jason’s skin as he was dragged through the office like a dead body ready to be dumped into cement. The doorway flew over him, and soon he felt the salty odor of the training room as Hyde dragged him out of the office. The dirt and cobwebs on the ceiling were mocking him.
Jason spat out some blood, but didn’t have enough energy to look back at Hyde, who sure as fuck wasn’t Dr. Jekyll anymore. “We’re even now…” he tried despite his better judgment, and right away he was hit with a sharp stab of electricity.
“Not even close,” said Hyde, looming over him like a vulture. “If you ever want me to touch you again, you will lose this fight.”
Jason let his lips spread into a wide smile, “Yeah, right. Like you can keep your hands off me.” He clenched his fists, readying for another shock, but it didn’t come.
Hyde snorted and walked into the office. “Do the weights while Spotty’s out,” he said before shutting the door. His laughter was worse than a kick in the teeth.
Had Jason overestimated himself? That thought chilled him to the core of his aching
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