Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,20
acceptance when I’m out of the room. Only when it’s just us two, or by myself do I let my true emotions surface. I do everything at the men’s request without question and shockingly Natasha and I have become a favourite couple. The men seem to enjoy having us together and to be honest, so do I. Sure it’s weird when they want to watch us do some girl on girl, but I’d rather be with Natasha than any of them and she gives me comfort. It’s nice to have her in the room when I’m going through something horrid.
“So, Demon hasn’t asked for me since you got here.” Natasha points out as we’re sitting alone in our room.
“He did on the first day.” I remind her.
“That wasn’t sex, but I’m being serious, Lauren. Demon has only had you since you arrived. Don’t you see the danger here?” She pleads.
“Honestly? I don’t.” I reply. “Out of everyone here, he seems the better one.”
Natasha sounds as if she’s choking. “Seriously, Lauren? Are you forgetting what I told you?”
I close my eyes, because I knew this conversation was coming up. She’s been hinting around the subject for a few days. I can see where she’s coming from but I don’t see him as that bad. Yes he might have taken a liking to me, but so has Strike and out of the two I know which one I would rather spend a night with.
“What about last night?” She reminds me and I roll my eyes.
“That wasn’t a big deal.” I argue.
Last night, I was with another biker named Twist who loves to tie women up. In the middle of our time together, Demon barges in and without a word unties me and drags me away into his office.
“I disagree Lauren, you have to be careful.” She warns.
“What am I supposed to do, Natasha? I can’t tell him no, can I? What do you expect me to do?” I demand and I’m met with silence.
“I’m just worried about you.” She admits.
I reach for her hand. “I know, but I’m a big girl.”
“And it’s not just Demon.” She points out.
“I know.” I sigh. “Strike feels threatened by him I think.”
“Maybe you’re right, but I don’t like you being in the middle and being used as Strike’s personal punching bag.” I hear the worry in her voice but I just squeeze her hand. I don’t know what to tell her, because it’s true. Lately Strike loves to punch me, a lot and the last couple of times he has hit me, slapped me and whipped me as he fucks me. This is where my head fucks up because while Strike is horrible, Demon isn’t. While Demon is inside me, he’s surprisingly nice. He calls me his ‘sweet Raven’ and tells me how much of a good girl I am.
***
Later on, we get woken by the door opening as usual. I fucking hate the sound of it. Nothing good ever comes from the sound of that door opening.
“My two favourite girls,” Demon greets us, opening his arms wide. “Let’s get you out of this room for a while.”
Chopper and to my surprise Andrew, walk inside and undo our chains. They all flank us as we walk to wherever Demon is taking us, and it soon becomes clear. Demon opens a door and my heart drops. Bomber, Fury, Lethal and Strike are waiting for us. There’s a large bed in the middle of the room, no sheets on it and there’s a table in the corner with every deadly instrument imaginable. Andrew pushes me from behind. “Go on babe, get inside.”
I turn to glare at him and then take a deep breath, walking into the room. I feel all the men’s eyes on me, so I look down at the floor. Demon walks close by, tucking my hair out of my face. “What’s the matter, Raven?”
I shake my head because I haven’t got anything worthwhile to say. Which makes him proud.
“See men, she’s fucking perfect.” He slaps my arse and they all grunt their answers.
I look up and see Bomber frowning, as soon as our eyes meet he looks at the floor shaking his head. It kind of hurts me a lot seeing him in this room. Bomber strikes me as a good guy amongst all these dickheads. Why the fuck is he here?
“No wonder you two are so popular.” He beams. “Complete opposites. Raven all dark and Silver so light.”