Page 9 of Cries of Cassie

"Do you actually believe Shade would do that to me?!" Why does he look disgusted with me? "If you really fucking think he would do that to me, your friend, why the hell are you in love with him?"

Disgruntled and annoyed, I break eye contact. What he asked, how he worded it, is why I feel like I'm going to lose my mind sooner rather than later. What I said is the reason why I convince myself it's for the best when Maddy leaves me.

But something doesn't feel right about thinking Maddy is a brutal, abusive man. In my heart and soul, I know that, yet my mind tries so damn hard to encourage me to believe the worst about the MC president.

If Maddox is the ruthless leader he shows me, then why not take the easy way out with him? He's dangerous, and that's that. It's not, though. There's so much more to the story, but until he's willing to let me in, I'm stuck fumbling with different versions of the truth.

"Can you just walk me through the differences between your Harley and mine? What do I need to look out for, best positioning for my body, and anything else you think I should keep in mind? Driving it the few times I have so far, I feel a bit uncomfortable because it's not yours."

Jake opens his mouth to respond, but everything comes crashing down when the roaring of a motorcycle comes from behind me. All color leaches from Jake's face, and he even takes a step away from me.

"Fuck. Cassie, it's Shade."

I already knew that just by the sound. Steeling myself as Maddox comes to a stop a few feet behind me, I force myself to stand strong. Why is he here? How the hell did he know where we are?

Boots on gravel make me tense while Jake sucks in a breath. "Shade don't⁠—"

"You don't tell me what to do. Leave. Now," he barks.

To his credit, Jake doesn't so much as twitch before checking in with me. I have to nod and shoo him away before he takes the hint. "He won't hurt me," I tell my friend, knowing in my heart it's the truth. Plus, Jake wouldn't actually leave me with Maddox if he thought I was in danger.

Maddox growls something low behind me, but Jake's engine drowns him out for a few moments as he tears away from us. I want to beg Maddox not to hurt Jake, but I'm afraid if I show that weakness, Maddox will use it against me.

I shouldn't want him.

"Tell me."

Cursing myself for the shudder that travels down my spine, I whisper, "Tell you what?"

"Tell me what you've been doing with him."

This is bad. I know it is, yet my self-preservation flies out the window as my rage barrels in. My body does the work before my brain does, turning me around. I lift my chin in defiance and stare through the dark visor of Maddy's helmet.

Alarm bells blare in my mind telling me not to do this. Don't fucking do this. I know what he'll do, and it will piss me off to no end, but I'm fucking ready. It's so far past the time that I throw down the gauntlet and challenge this asshole I allow in my bed and heart. If he wants to push Jake away from me because he's feeling possessive, then I'll break the fucking button that will set us off into a downward spiral.

"He's teaching me how to ride."

Even though I knew what would happen, a scream still tears from me as he grabs me by the throat and hauls me into his chest. My forehead bangs into his helmet just enough to shock me, and the low warning timbre in his voice makes my heart stop.

"You've been on the back of a brother’s fucking bike?"

Warning. Warning. "Every week for the past year."

I don't need to see Maddy's face to know the moment I've lost him to his feral side. It's in his body language—the way his shoulders square as if he's ready to fight an enemy. When his hand flexes on my neck, I know without a shadow of a doubt he's trying to rein himself in, except I don't want that.

What I need is for Maddox to show me just how brutal he can be with me. It's toxic and concerning as fuck, but I want him to prove to me that he's no good. So I push him right over the edge, willingly accepting my fate.

"That's where the old ladies sit, right?" The breath gets yanked from my lungs as he twists me in place, grabs the back of my neck and shoves my tits down on the seat of his black Harley. "You gonna fuck me on your bike but won't let me ride it? That's low, Maddy."

The only reason tears prick my eyes is because he doesn't respond. I love his rough handling and feral need to fuck me. There's no part of me that doesn't want this. I hate when he ignores me, so I push a little harder. Piss him off just a little more.

"Mmm," I moan as he yanks down my leather pants and grunts at my lack of panties. Let him see what he's been missing for weeks. A slight breeze highlights the chill between my thighs where my pussy drips for him. "Riding always makes me so wet. Jake⁠—"

"I don't want to hear another man's name out of your fucking mouth," he warns, low and threatening. I don't realize he's pulled his dick out until he's notched at my entrance and bending over my back. Not surprisingly, he's careful not to slam his helmet into the back of my head. "Never another man's fucking name."

"Maddy—AH!" Instinctually, my cunt clamps down around him, but it feels like I'm more trying to keep him buried to the hilt than push the intrusion out. "Harder!"

Pushing myself up a little, electricity shoots through me as my nipples rub against his leather seat through my thin bra and shirt. His cock slides so easily through my walls as he rams into me over and over again like a man possessed. As if his need to claim me after seeing me with another man is too much to control.