Beautiful Outlaw
Beautiful Outlaw
Savage Outlaws MC
By
Emily Minton
Copyright
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Emily Minton
Copyright © 2014 Emily Minton
Published 2014
Cover Art:
Sara Eirew Photographer
Photographer: Sara Eirew Photographer
Edited: Brenda Wright and Asli Fratarcangeli
Proof Reading: Emmy Hamilton and Crystal Sosa
Beautiful Outlaw is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Miranda:
Not sure what to say to you. I could go on and on about how wonderful you are and how much help you have been but there are not enough words in the English language to explain just how much your friendship means to me. Love you girl!
Shay:
Thanks for being such an awesome friend and my inspiration for this book. I hope I did your namesake justice. If not, let me know. I’ll try again, using your middle name.
Chelsea:
So so so glad we became friends and partners in crime. Thanks for letting me borrow Shooter for this book. He is freaking amazing!
Christine:
Thanks for being my friend and my sounding board. Love you bunches!
Ahren:
Thanks for just being you. Day or night, it doesn’t matter. I know you’re always there for me. I adore you, chick!
Christina:
Thank you for being the best beta reader in the world.
Emmy:
I’m so glad that Chris introduced us. I just adore you!
Brenda:
Thanks for loving Bowie as much as I do.
Sara:
Thank you for the beautiful covers and finding the perfect Bowie.
Dawn:
Thanks for believing in me and always having my back.
Corinne & Rachel:
I think the world of both of you! You may call yourselves fans, but I call you awesome friends.
Minton’s Minions:
Thank you girls for always being there. You‘re the best street team in the world.
David, Jess, and Bailey:
I love y’all with all my heart! Thank you for putting up with my crazy butt.
Dedication
This one is for you, Mom. Thank you for carrying me for nine months, then putting up every day since. I love you!
Beautiful Outlaw
Savage Outlaw MC
By Emily Minton
Prologue
Losing Me
Laura
“Relax,” He orders, as he moves up the bed.
He gently places his body between my legs, bringing himself closer to his goal. I fight the urge to push him away, not wanting his body anywhere near mine. Everything inside me recoils at the idea of what is about to happen. I want to kick out, force him to get off of me. Instead, I lay still and pray it will be over quickly. “I’m trying.”
“You’ll enjoy this,” He promises, with a deceivingly sweet smile on his face.
I nod, even though I know he is wrong. I’ll never enjoy his touch, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I turn my head away from his leering gaze and look for something to focus on, anything to keep my mind off of what is happening to my body.
My eyes latch onto the beautiful pink and yellow roses sitting on the nightstand. They were a gift from him, but even that couldn’t diminish their beauty. I take in every detail of the roses, trying to block out what he is doing to my body. They are a memento; something to mark how special this day should have been. I’m his wife now. Only a few hours ago, I said
I do
to him, a man I despise, so I could save the people I love most.
“I’ll make it good for you,” He says, as he slides one of his hands to my most sensitive spot. Twirling his fingers, he tries to make what he’s doing pleasurable for me, but it’s not working. My body refuses to accept pleasure from his man; it only feels revulsion.
Marcus adds more pressure, trying to coax a response from me. “You know you love my touch, Gwendolyn.”
“Laura.” I correct him automatically.
His hands instantly move to my forearms, squeezing them tightly. It feels as if he’s about to snap my bones, when his hands suddenly release me. “I told you that name was never to be spoken when we’re alone. You are my wife now, and your name is Gwendolyn.”
I nod my head again, remembering my promise from earlier. I left Laura behind when I took my vows. I can do this; I will do anything, even live a lie, for my parents. Gathering my resolve, I stammer out, “I won’t. I promise.”
“If you do, you know who will pay,” He threatens my mother’s life without even blinking.
I struggle to hide the anger in my voice as I say, “It won’t happen again. I swear.”
As quick as his anger came, it disappears. His hands go back to what they were doing before my slip of the tongue. He caresses me for a moment more, before replacing his fingers with something larger. He moans as he forces himself into me, breaking through the proof of my innocence. The pain pulls a nearly silent cry of distress from my lips.
“You feel wonderful, darling,” He says, praising me in a strangled voice.
The pain from losing my virginity fades quickly, but it is replaced with something new: regret. He took, no, I gave him something special that was meant for the man I would someday love. Something I had saved and treasured my entire life. Thinking back, I realize that I should have given it to my ex or one of the boys from my school; anyone would be better than Marcus.
I feel a tear run down my cheek, as I realize the dream of my special wedding night is gone. Not just that dream, all my dreams are dead. My future is mapped out for me, and there is not a thing I can do to change it. I have to give him what he wants from me, or my family will suffer.
He’s breathing heavily as he moves in and out of me; sweat is dripping from his body onto mine. A sickening sweet stench reaches my nose, and I have to resist the urge to vomit. He continues to move above me, while I lay as still as possible. I hate the way it feels, disgusted at the knowledge that this man is now part of me. Most of all, I hate that he is now my husband.
His lips run over mine, forcing mine open to his kiss. As his tongue invades my mouth, leaving a bitter taste in its wake, I have to once again force the bile from rising in my throat. As quickly as the kiss began, it ends. He moves his lips to my ear and sinks his teeth into it. He doesn’t hurt me; it’s more of a sting. Something that I had once found exciting with my ex-boyfriend. Just knowing that Marcus is the one doing it now causes me to shudder.
His hand moves to my breast, massaging the un-interested peak. He moves on to my other breast, finding that one is also unresponsive to his attempts. Giving up, he focuses on his own pleasure. Moving in and out, he deepens his thrusts. The constant friction is causing a raw ache between my legs. The pain gives me something to focus on. It’s a welcomed distraction, anything to take my mind off what is happening.
His pace starts to quicken, pounding his body against mine. I close my eyes tightly and wait for it to end. He thrusts twice more, before planting himself deep inside of me. The new sensation of him leaving part of himself in me tears another piece of me away.
He places a gentle kiss on my lips before whispering. “I love you, Gwendolyn.”
Laura, My name is Laura.
Ten Years Later
Asking for Help
Laura
I fidget in my seat as my brother walks into the restaurant, questioning the decision to involve him in my problems once again. Jeremy was once my best friend, the person I loved the most in the world. After nearly ten years of living with Marcus, my brother is a virtual stranger to me now, someone that I don’t even know. More importantly, he doesn’t know me at all. At least, he doesn’t know my secrets.