Undeniable (Damaged Elite Book 1), page 1
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Published: K. Renee - June 27, 2017
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To the ones who fight without reserve.
You may sink sometimes, but you will always rise.
Every party is the same. Drunken douches, and whores trying to get our attention.
Grabbing the first girl I see who looks willing and ready, I drag her ass up the stairs and push her into one of the empty bedrooms. I don’t give a fuck who is underneath me for the night, as long as they make it worthwhile.
I make no promises to women. I fuck, then leave. Everyone knows the way I work, and no one will ever get me to change. When I push the whore to her knees, she starts working on getting me out of my jeans, then takes me into her mouth. The blonde doesn’t hear the door open as she bobs on my dick, Ridge, Beckett, and Maddox slinking into the room.
The grin plastered on Ridge’s face tells me one thing — he’s going to want to fuck her dirty.
In high school, we were known as the “fucked-up foursome” because no one knew how to deal with us. We fought, we fucked, we pissed people off. We had no limits and no remorse. We did as we wanted, our parents not trying to tell us differently.
I guess you can say growing up with money had its perks. We got to go all over the world and play our games on all kinds of unsuspecting girls. We fucked them, then left without so much as a goodbye.
Gripping the blonde’s hair, I shove my cock farther down her throat and hold her there. She starts to gag, but I don’t care. She’s only here for one reason, and that is to please all four of us. She may not have signed up for that, but it doesn’t matter. We always share our toys, and this one is no different.
A hand lands on my shoulder, but I don’t release my grip. I look behind me at Beckett, who motions for me to move. I pump my hips a few more times before I let her go and he takes my place, his dick already in his hand. He grabs her hair and pulls her to him, her eyes going wide when she realizes we aren’t alone anymore.
“Suck my dick,” he growls.
I watch her expression turn from one of lust to one of fear. She looks at me, pleading, but I don’t care enough to stop it. Fucking is just that – fucking.
The guys and I started this little game at a frat party one night. The bitches were all over us. To make things fair, we picked a girl a night and had our way with her. After the first few times, we had women lining up, no matter how many of us there were.
We plowed through more than half of the student body in the first few months, and we still had girls begging for more.
When the bitch finally takes Beckett into her mouth, the tension in the room dissipates. She’s soon moaning around his dick.
“Jagger,” Maddox says, moving closer to me. His jeans are undone, his eyes solely on Beckett and the bitch on her knees.
“Yeah?” I ask, stroking myself slowly. I want her back on my dick, but I won’t be greedy. The last bitch we fucked, I had the first round, the guys playing with themselves for a good hour before I was done with her.
Let’s just say I am trying to fuck someone else out of my head.
Shit. My thoughts turn to Bresin, and I hate myself for it. She’s so fucking pure. I want to corrupt her so badly, but I can’t. I promised her brother I wouldn’t touch her, no matter how many times she came on to me.
“Get your head in this,” Maddox growls.
I ignore him and continue to think about the leggy brunette. I want that girl like you wouldn’t believe. She’s the light to my dark. The way I feel about her scares me a little bit. It is part of the reason I promised Ridge I’d keep my hands off her. Plus, he knows all my secrets and wouldn’t think twice about telling her about them. He’d ruin me just to keep his sister away from me.
We all have our weaknesses, and that brunette is mine.
“My head is perfectly fine,” I bite out. It isn’t his business. He may know I’m thinking about someone I shouldn’t, but his opinion doesn’t matter right now. He should just pay attention to the bitch in front of him and leave me the fuck alone.
Beckett shoves the bitch off of his dick and pulls her up, then moves her toward the bed. I take this as my cue. I need to ease some of the tension, and the only way that will happen is if I come. Grabbing a condom from my wallet, I slide it on before pushing my jeans the rest of the way down my thighs, letting them fall to the floor.
Laying back on the bed, I close my eyes as I wait for Beckett to strip her down. Before Bresin, I would have been right there with him, peeling every scrap of clothing off her while my lips trailed over her skin. Instead, I’m just waiting for this shit to be over. I need to get rid of my craving. The craving I shouldn’t have.
As Beckett positions the girl over me, straddling me, I think about Bresin’s clear blue eyes as she tells me about something she loves. The minute the bitch starts to slide down my dick, I can’t help but groan.
Her pussy clamps around my length as I feel someone moving on the bed above my head. Her head gets pushed down so she can take a dick into her mouth like the whore she is. Someone else moves next to my head, and I see Maddox’s hand sliding up and down his dick.
My hands go to her hips and I force her to move. The need I have is killing me. I don’t care about what the others want. I just need to get off. Seeing
Beckett is the one in the group who only likes to fuck their asses. He never dips into their cunts. Me? I just want to get off, not caring where I stick my dick. If the girl only wants to suck me off, okay by me. If she’s craving a good ass pounding, I’m game. The pussy is my favorite place, so I never turn that down. If the bitch wants me to choke her while I bury myself deep inside her cunt, I’m all for that, too.
I am an equal opportunist in terms of fucking. I’ll fuck any hole they want. But lately, the only way I’ve been able to do it is if I pictured Bresin.
I’m so damn screwed.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight,” Beckett grunts as he slams into her. Each trust from him has her grinding down on me, bringing me closer to the edge. Her head continues to bob on the cocks above me, moving from one to the other before going back.
The sound of skin slapping skin, grunts, and moans fills the room. My fingers dig into her hips as she slides up and down me while Beckett continues to plow into her from behind.
When Beckett finally comes, he slows, giving her the opportunity to ride me like the whore she is. She slides up and down my cock with a vigor I haven’t seen in a while. Most bitches want you to be the one doing all the work, but this one... She does it all while I just lie there and watch.
Her tits sway with every move, and I hear Maddox say he’s going to come. He pumps his load into her mouth while she continues to bounce up and down on me.
When she looks down at me after licking Maddox clean, I swear I see Bresin. I grab her hips and fuck her harder until I spill inside the condom. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she slows her rhythm. Once the haze clears, I see it’s not Bresin. It’s still the blonde from the party. I push her off and let Ridge take over.
He drags her to the edge of the bed and rolls a condom on before slamming into her. The force moves the bed back, her fingers digging into his arms as he continues his roughness.
I walk over to the trash can and pull the condom off, tying it before tossing it in.
I catch a few glimpses of Ridge thrusting into her hard as he grabs her neck, squeezing to cut off her air supply. One thing about Ridge is that he only likes it rough. If he doesn’t take them roughly, he doesn’t get off.
We all have our quirks, and I think that it is why we have so many women wanting a night with the four of us. We each give them something different.
Maddox is the only one who hasn’t let us know what gets him off. He only lets them suck his dick. I’m not sure if it’s because he really likes head or if he just gets off watching us.
Whimpers fill the room. It doesn’t take the bitch long to start moaning and begging Ridge to let her come again.
Grabbing my jeans off the floor, I pull them on and snatch my phone from my pocket. I scroll through the text messages from all the girls volunteering their “services” tonight. I delete them, then see one from Bresin. I pause, my finger hovering before finally pressing it and reading the damn message.
Hey. I know you’ll probably say no, but I need you. Please.
I keep her contact name as “B”, just in case the others see her name on my phone. Shit will hit the fan if Ridge finds out I still keep in contact with his much younger sister. That girl is barely legal…and she drives me fucking insane with need.
Over the last few months, I’ve done everything in my power to stay away, but she hasn’t made it easy. Just last week, I told her I needed to stay away from her; otherwise, her brother would murder me. She said she understood. Clearly, she still doesn’t.
I admit, I made the mistake of fucking her once, which only drove my need for her higher. I would never be able to come down, even if I tried. She’s ingrained into my brain and has ruined me for all other women, and fuck if it doesn’t piss me off.
Once I hear Ridge finish, I slap Beckett on the back and make my way back down to the party. I need a fucking drink. I don’t bother responding to Bresin because I know she’ll somehow get me to go against my better judgment and go to her. I’ll end up fucking myself over even more than I already have, possibly losing one of my best friends in the process. He will never forgive me if he finds out I fucked his little sister, and he sure as hell will come after me.
I’m not scared of him, but I do value my freedom…and my balls.
I’m freaking the fuck out, and he still hasn’t answered my texts. I’ve sent him four. I don’t know if I can wait any longer. He promised he would always protect me, but I’ve come to realize it’s a load of bullshit. He just wanted to get his dick wet. He used me, hoping I wouldn’t tell Ridge.
Some days, I really want to tell him, but I know exactly what will happen. Then what will I do? Jagger is the only one I trust enough to tell my secrets to. I’ve told him things I don’t even tell my best friend. He’s protected me more times than I can count, which is probably why I fell for him.
“Shit,” I mutter as I walk to the end of the block, praying he will answer when I call. Clicking on his contact, I put the phone to my ear and wait. It’s fucking freezing out here. I thought it would be smart to wear a tiny dress to this damn party. Next time, I’m dressing in a fucking pair of jeans or leggings.
Of course, like normal, I have no damn ride. My best friend bailed when she got the chance to bag Chase Matthews, the quarterback of the football team.
I sigh as it clicks over to voicemail. Hanging up, I try him again. When the line connects, I blow out a breath.
“I swear, if this isn’t life or death, I’m going to spank that sweet little ass of yours.”
I roll my eyes. I already know Jagger’s not going to touch me again. My brother threatened him with death if he ever laid a finger on me. I’m pretty sure it’s imminent, especially after our night together last year. One delicious night that I will never forget, but surely regret. No man since has compared to the way he controlled my body.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I grumble. I wish he would, though. One night with Jagger Bishop will never be enough. He had my body crying out for more even hours after he left.
His voice shot straight to my pussy. I want nothing more than for him to play out his little threat.
“Listen, I’m standing on a corner out in the freezing cold. I need a ride, and if you don’t come get me, I’m going to find a stranger and ride off into the sunset with him.” I hear him mutter under his breath. “I mean, unless you’d rather I fuck someone else.”
“I swear to fucking God, stop testing me,” he bites out. I grin to myself, marking that as a win.
“Are you coming or not?” I ask huskily. I love fucking with him almost as much as I love his dick.
Yeah, I know most eighteen-year-olds don’t think like this, but I grew up with Ridge and his perverted friends. I know exactly what they do, and I’ve heard more stories about their conquests than I can count.
His voice lowers. “Where are you?” I hear him tell someone he’s got to go. I think I hear Beckett, but can’t be sure with all the noise in the background.
“Don’t do anything stupid,” someone says. I just grin. Jagger always does stupid things. In fact, they all do. It’s in their nature. Poor little rich boys don’t have enough money to spend, so let’s corrupt the pretty little girls we go to school with.
“I’m by the college. Maple Street.”
He grunts that he’s on his way and to keep my ass in place.
Since I don’t listen to anything any of them tell me, I walk to another corner. Fuck Jagger and his assholeness. Most days, he’s a dick, and I don’t care if I piss him off. I’m cold, tired, and just want to go home.
Staring down at my screen, I scroll through my Facebook app, seeing a photo of the stupid fucked-up foursome at some party, people surrounding them. I swear, it’s like everyo
I’ve seen the aftermath of what they put those stupid girls through. I mean, how can they honestly think they aren’t hurting anyone? I’ve heard so many claims of one of them being a baby’s daddy, it isn’t even funny.
Tracy Cummings was the last bitch who tried to claim that about Jagger. The lawyers had a damn field day with that one. Apparently, she faked it just to get her fifteen minutes of fame. It turned out she was just another money-grubbing whore who wanted a piece of him. A piece of the same one I want.
I don’t blame them, though. I mean, if you look at the guys, you would see just how fucking hot they are…with the exception of my brother. He isn’t sexy at all, but other chicks think he is. They go nuts over all of them, which is pathetic most of the time.
I hear the rumble of a motorcycle a block or two away, making me grin. I love that damn Harley. I swear, if I weren't already in love with the idiot, just seeing him on that bike would do it for me.
I imagine his frown as he rides down the street, looking for me. He’ll figure it out. If you ask me, he really should have known better than to tell me to stay put. He turns the corner, his headlights shining on me. He guns the engine, coming to a stop a few feet away.
I flash him my sassy smile and walk over as he puts down his kickstand. “Oh, my goodness. It’s Jagger Bishop! Should I throw my panties at you now, or wait until after the ride?”
A grin spreads across his face as he reaches out and grabs me, pulling me closer. “I swear, that smart mouth of yours is going to get you and me into a lot of fucking trouble.”
My eyes rake over his body, mentally tracing every tattoo he has on display. I know what he looks like under that damn t-shirt, and I wish I could pull it off him right now.
“I thought you liked my smart mouth.” I run a finger along his bicep.
He shakes his head. “I only like it when it’s wrapped around my dick. So, unless you want to get me killed, I suggest you get your sexy little ass on my bike so I can take you back to your dorm.”
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