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  UNBREAK ME

  SAVAGE BEAST MC 2

  Hayley Faiman

  UnBreak Me

  Copyright © 2018 by Hayley Faiman

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN: 9781798776001

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  Contents

  Also By Hayley Faiman

  Stay Connected

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

  UNLOVE ME

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  EPILOGUE

  About the Author

  Special Thanks

  Also By Hayley Faiman

  Men of Baseball Series—

  Pitching for Amalie

  Catching Maggie

  Forced Play for Libby

  Sweet Spot for Victoria

  Russian Bratva Series—

  Owned by the Badman

  Seducing the Badman

  Dancing for the Badman

  Living for the Badman

  Tempting the Badman

  Protected by the Badman

  Forever my Badman

  Betrothed to the Badman

  Chosen by the Badman

  Bought by the Badman

  Collared by the Badman

  Notorious Devils MC—

  Rough & Rowdy

  Rough & Raw

  Rough & Rugged

  Rough & Ruthless

  Rough & Ready

  Rough & Rich

  Rough & Real

  Cash Bar Series—

  Laced with Fear

  Chased with Strength

  Flamed with Courage

  Blended with Pain

  Twisted with Chaos – April 2019

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  SAVAGE BEAST MC –

  UnScrew Me

  UnBreak Me

  Unfit Hero Series –

  CONVICT

  Standalone Titles -

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  Prologue

  ESTHER

  I shiver as the cool desert wind blows. The clubhouse in front of me looms. I shouldn’t be here, I know that I shouldn’t. He’s told me to stay away. He’s warned me that he’s no good, and yet, I keep coming back. I wonder if I always will. I’m definitely a glutton for punishment.

  Maybe I like it, the thrill of the chase. The way I feel when he finally catches me, and then the heartache that comes when he’s finished for the moment. Whatever it is, I know that I shouldn’t like it, I shouldn’t want it, and I assuredly should not seek it out. I just can’t stop myself from needing that wildness that he offers.

  The wind picks up a little more and with it my short skirt. Glancing back at my car, I wonder if I should slide right back into the driver’s seat and rush home. I bite the corner of my lip, contemplating, and weighing the pros and cons. I can’t, tonight is too important.

  “You should probably just go home,” a deep voice grunts to the right of me.

  Turning my head, I find the shadowed body that is standing just a few feet away. He has a cigarette between his lips, the embers burning hot and bright orange as he stares at me. I can’t really see much of his eyes, but I know they’re directed at me.

  “Do you want me to go, Raff?” I chance asking.

  I hold my breath as I wait for his answer. If he tells me yes, it will devastate me. It will rip my heart in two because I haven’t told him yet, but I love him. Deep down to my soul, I love him. I know that I shouldn’t. There are a million reasons why it isn’t healthy, for me to love him, or anyone else really.

  “If you knew what I had planned for tonight you would run,” he grunts.

  I gulp, knowing that tonight is going to be different from any other night with him. It’s his birthday and I’ve stupidly offered him whatever he wants. I know he has desires he’s not voiced. I can see the way he holds himself back from me. I can see the darkness that lurks behind his gaze. I have a feeling it goes deeper than him being just a bad boy. There is more to him, more than he’ll probably ever admit to.

  Taking a step toward him, I place my hand on his chest slowly sliding my palm up his body before wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck. His almost white eyes meet mine, they’re the color of water, almost completely clear. Sexy. Dangerous. His hair is the color of a starless night coal black, it brushes his collar, and it’s soft between my finger’s grasp. His cheeks are covered with dark scruff, and there’s a tattoo that is hidden on his neck as he bends his head to look down at me.

  “You’ll make it good, right?” I ask, a small smile playing on my lips.

  I already have an idea of what tonight will consist of between us. I have a feeling he wants the big A, and I aim to please my man. I’ve only done it once before, I liked it enough. Though it wasn’t my favorite, I know that Raff will make it out of this world though, since sex with him is the best I’ve ever experienced.

  Raff throws his cigarette to the ground before his hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into me roughly. He lowers his head, his mouth brushing mine. I hold my breath as his lips travel toward my ear. My eyes flutter closed before he speaks.

  “I’ll always make it good, Princess. We’re gonna fill you up, stretch you every way possible and goddamn you’re going to look fucking beautiful for me, aren’t you?”

  My breath hitches, his words, they aren’t what I expect. Jerking back slightly, I tip my head back to look up at him. He’s smirking down at me with a wolfish grin, his eyes dancing. He matches his road name of Wolfe. He’s a predator, and I’m his prey. He’s a wolf, and I’m Little Red Riding Hood, just waiting to be slaughtered.

  “Wolfe?”

  His smile widens, his eyes darkening to the point where I can’t tell where the color and the pupil meet. He reaches his hand out, palm up. “C’mon Esther. Let me show you how I really like it.”

  My eyes flick down to his palm, then back up to his face. “How you really like it?” I ask.

  “You didn’t think I was vanilla, you didn’t think it would always just be the two of us in my bed, did you?”

  I bite the inside of my cheek so hard that I taste blood. “You want a threesome? With another woman?” I ask, my thighs shaking. I try to imagine what it would be like to kiss a woman and I shake my head. It holds zero appeal, but for him, I might try.

  He snorts, shaking his head as if I’m fucking stupid. “Want to be buried inside of you while a brother fucks your ass, then maybe another fills your mouth. I want you to be so fucking stretched and full, Esther. C’mon,” he says, lifting his chin toward the clubhouse.

  My eyes find the clubhouse door. I can hear the music spilling out of the small building, and I know walking inside it will be filled with the smells of weed and booze and the sounds of sex and music. I look down at Raff’s palm, open and waiting for me to slip mine inside, to take it and follow him.

  I’m not a prude. I’ve had plenty of experiences, most bad, some mediocre until I met Raff. The way he makes me feel is unlike any other, but thinking about having all those hands on me, other men inside of me. Tears prick my eyes, and something ugly enters my mind, something I’ve tried to
forget, my stomach rolls.

  It feels like this is a make or break moment. If I take his hand, I’ll be following him toward something that I can never take back. This isn’t just some wild oat sowing. This isn’t some one-time experiment. I can see it in his hungry gaze, this is something he wants, something he will always want. This isn’t just a birthday gift, this is going to open the door and I’m not sure I want what’s waiting on the other side.

  I reach for him, my fingers touching his and I take one step toward him before my legs lock, refusing to move any farther. He frowns slightly, tugging me gently toward him, but I don’t budge, I can’t. I shake my head, almost violently.

  “Esther,” Raff growls. “Don’t do this. I won’t do anything you won’t like,” he promises.

  My eyes focus on his and I shake my head. “I love you, Raff.”

  Turning from him, I run back to my car. With tears streaming down my face I shift the car into reverse and I drive away from him.

  He doesn’t follow.

  He doesn’t chase after me or try to bring me back to the party.

  He lets me go.

  He just lets me drive away.

  WOLFE

  “You gonna let her drive away like that?” Dragon asks from behind me. I know it’s him, he’s always fucking lurking around like that.

  I watch Esther’s taillights in the distance. It’s better that she leaves. The cat-and-mouse game was cute for a while, but tonight was the turning point. Tonight she was going to get all of me, and I wanted to give it to her, I wanted to give her everything, but she couldn’t fucking take it. She couldn’t handle it, she can’t handle me, which means when shit gets rough she won’t stay.

  “No staying power,” I announce, shifting my feet.

  Turning away from the gates, I decide to go back inside. Dragon clears his throat, but I ignore him. I got at least ten women in there who will do what I want, the way I want it, no questions asked. I don’t need to waste my time on some cunt from town, on someone who won’t be my ride-or-die. I need a bitch with staying power, one who will stand behind me no matter what life throws her way. Esther is clearly not that fucking bitch.

  Walking back into the clubhouse, I make my way toward the bar. I hold my hand up and ask for a bottle of vodka, no shot glass. The prospect hands me a bottle and I take it from him, turning away from the bar and walk toward one of the empty sofas that line the clubhouse bar walls. Sitting down, I twist the cap off, throwing it into the middle of the room before I chug half of the bottle’s contents.

  “Hey baby, you lonely birthday boy?” a sweet voice asks.

  It’s sticky sweet and sounds nothing like Esther’s deep rasp. I don’t want that voice whispering in my ear, but I don’t have a fucking choice now, do I? My own fucking desires have ruined my relationship with her, with the one that I want. My past once again has ruined my future.

  I lift my hand, motioning for Coyote to come over. He was bellied up at the bar, waiting for the opportunity. He looks to the whore in front of me and I see the disappointment swirling in his eyes at the fact that it isn’t Esther standing in her place. I feel the same fucking way—disappointed as fuck.

  “Strip it down,” I order.

  The whore makes a show of her body doing an exaggerated shiver before she slowly strips her tiny shorts down her legs and miniscule top off of her tits. She gives no fucks, showing herself to the room of dozens of people surrounding us. I glance behind her and watch as Coyote coats his cock with the lube that he had in his pocket, intended originally for Esther’s ass.

  “Suck my cock, first,” I grunt, taking another pull from the bottle of vodka.

  She falls to her knees then slowly, crawls toward me. Her hands work my jeans while she licks her lips. I almost roll my eyes at her over-eagerness. Coyote closes in behind her, falling to his knees as well. When she opens her mouth and takes me down her throat, I allow my head to fall back, closing my eyes. She works my cock a few times, then she pauses and lets out a long moan.

  Lifting my head, I look behind her to see Coyote sinking into her from behind. My cock jerks at the sight of him filling her ass. There’s something mesmerizing about watching someone else fuck the same woman I’m going to fuck. I don’t know what it is, or why I like it, but I love to watch people getting fucked. I’m sure there’s some childhood bullshit reason that a psychologist would love to dig into, but that shit will never happen.

  Wrapping my hand in the strands of her hair, I force the bitch back on my cock as I lift my hips. I fuck her throat while I watch Coyote fuck that ass. I don’t close my eyes, again, knowing that if I did, I would be envisioning Esther in her place.

  I can’t think about her anymore, she’s gone. She has no goddamn staying power. I growl, gripping the whore’s hair even tighter, I lift my hips, my balls slapping her chin until I’m close to blowing down her throat, only then do I tug her off of me.

  “Need some pussy,” I announce.

  Coyote makes a noise of protest but otherwise doesn’t say anything as he pulls out of her ass. She stands, her legs clearly trembling and crawls over me. I grab ahold of a condom from my pocket and quickly slide it down my dick. The bitch doesn’t even wait until my hands are out of the way before she slams herself down on my cock and leans against my chest.

  “I think she likes you in her ass,” I chuckle, looking up to Coyote.

  He shrugs. “What can I say? I’ll never turn down ass. Spread those cheeks for me, babe,” he murmurs.

  She reaches behind her, spreading her ass wide for him. Without much more incentive he aligns himself with her ass and slowly sinks inside of her, again. His hands take over where hers were on her cheeks, and I watch as he slowly fucks her.

  She’s so much tighter this way, so goddamn fucking tight that I’m about to blow. I can feel Coyote’s dick move in and out of her, I shouldn’t like it, but fuck me, I do. I lift my hips, fucking her cunt when he pulls out of her ass, fucking her like a goddamn seesaw. Back and forth, increasing our speed with each stroke. She makes some high pitched mewling sounds, but I fucking ignore her, too focused on my own dick and the way it feels.

  Closing my eyes, I let out a long groan when I finally come. Coyote finishes a few strokes later, and the girl slumps against my body immediately after he pulls out of her.

  “Hop off,” I grunt with a slap to her ass. She doesn’t protest, she doesn’t say a fucking word and I don’t bother even opening my eyes to look over to her.

  Guilt fills me. Esther is gone. She’s fucking gone.

  Happy fucking birthday to me.

  * * *

  ONE YEAR LATER

  ESTHER

  He watches me from across the parking lot. I pretend as though I don’t care. It’s all fake, a front. I care. I really fucking care even though I absolutely should not. It’s his birthday, after all. I notice that he’s cut his hair, it’s short, buzzed now. He looks sexier than ever.

  I tug my shirt down a little to show off a bit more cleavage. If he’s going to watch me, he may as well have something to look at while he does. Walking toward my car, I slip inside, then start the engine. Shifting the car into drive, I make sure to drive past him really slowly. Lifting my hand, I give him a little wave. He narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t have any other type of reaction. I’m used to it by now.