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  Conquered

  By

  CHAOS

  By Linny Lawless

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  CONQUERED BY CHAOS

  First edition. September 25, 2020.

  Copyright © 2020 Linny Lawless.

  Written by Linny Lawless.

  Copyright 2020 by Linny Lawless

  All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, brands, and incidents are the product of my imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments, is solely coincidental.

  This book contains mature content and is intended for adults 18+ only.

  Models: Scott King and Jax

  Cover Design: Charlie Childs, Cosmic Letterz Cover Design

  Editing and Proofreading: Mitzi Pummer Carroll and Marisa Nichols

  Personal Assistants: Mikki Thomas and Kristin Youngblood

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Disclaimer

  Wez

  Lillian

  PROLOGUE | WEZ

  CHAPTER 1 | WEZ

  CHAPTER 2 | LILLIAN

  CHAPTER 3 | WEZ

  CHAPTER 4 | LILLIAN

  CHAPTER 5 | WEZ

  CHAPTER 6 | LILLIAN

  CHAPTER 7 | WEZ

  CHAPTER 8 | LILLIAN

  CHAPTER 9 | WEZ

  CHAPTER 10 | LILLIAN

  CHAPTER 11 | WEZ

  EPILOGUE | LILLIAN

  Wez

  They call me the King of Kink. I’m a loyal brother to the Chaos Kings MC, and a Master of pain and pleasure at the Underground kink club. The women I meet there like to play in my game. But then Lillian crosses my path, walking into our clubhouse all by her pretty little self.

  She’s naïve, brave, and stupid, with a little bit of that snobby, better-than-everyone-else attitude. She gets under my inked-up skin like no woman has before. Not like this. I’ll have to take Lillian down off that high horse and conquer both her mind and that enticing body, until she cries for mercy, and begs for more.

  Lillian

  I’m a perfectionist at everything I do. I was brought up that way by my overbearing mother. But one day I look at the woman in the mirror and don’t like what I see. I’ve been so blind to my own behavior of how I’ve treated others who I care about the most, and now I’m trying to set things right. But I’m shaken, like the ground shifting under my feet, when I run into the menacing biker who calls himself Wez of the Chaos Kings MC. His massive body is covered in tattoos and he’s the most intimidating man I’ve ever met. But his overbearing and primal energy has this effect on me, like a moth with broken wings, is drawn to a hot flame.

  PROLOGUE

  WEZ

  The Underground is a BDSM Club out in the middle of no fucking where, but close to the Chaos Kings Clubhouse. It’s the place I go to feed my kink and satisfy my sexual appetites. I never had a problem getting a female playdate and they knew right out the gate, and with full consent, that I was in total control of the scene, whether it was impact play or full-on fucking.

  It was a Saturday night at the Underground. The heavy sound of metal music came through the speakers in a private playroom when I finished strapping my playdate, Emily, to the St. Andrews Cross. She was naked, and her pussy was completely waxed, just the way I liked it. I strapped a ball gag on Emily last.

  I stepped back a few paces and grinned, and my dick was semi-hard already. “You’re such a filthy little slut, you know that?”

  Emily moaned behind the ball gag.

  I walked over to a table and picked up Emily’s expensive camera and started snapping photos of her bound to the cross. This was the best part of the scene and it made her pussy soaking wet.

  My dick was getting harder taking the photos. Later, I used two small floggers, the tails lashing at her tits, her stomach, and thighs. I used a vibrating wand on her soaked and swollen pussy, giving her multiple orgasms as she squirted all over the fucking place.

  I took her out of the restraints on the cross and removed the ball gag. I shoved her down to her knees and undid my jeans, pulling out my hard dick.

  “Open wide, dirty slut. I’m using your mouth as a cum bucket.”

  Emily slobbered all over me and moaned while she sucked me off. I twisted my fist in her hair while she looked up at me with tear-stained eyes. I fucked her mouth, choking her with my hard cock. I held her head still when I exploded, shooting my hot cum down her throat.

  I paid extra special attention to Emily during our aftercare session. I wrapped her in her favorite fuzzy blanket, then sat on a couch with Emily in my lap, holding her for a good hour. I whispered that she was a very a good girl while she relaxed in my arms and fell asleep. It’s what I always did with all my play partners, and it helped strengthen the bond.

  We got dressed and I held Emily’s hand as we walked out of the Underground together and out to the parking lot. Emily’s car was parked beside my Ford truck.

  “What the goddamn fuck!” I roared and Emily gasped.

  Under the streetlight we saw the keyed marks on my driver side door and along the back tailgate. All four tires were slashed too.

  “Who would do this, Wez?” Emily asked.

  Denise Moore, that’s who. I broke it off with her a few weeks back. She was an older woman, sophisticated and wealthy. We had some fun playdates for a few months, but then Denise began to get a bit too crazy and clingy for my taste. The nail that finally sealed the coffin was when she tried to call the shots and go beyond the boundaries we’d mutually agreed on.

  I wrapped my arm around Emily, pulling her to my side. “Some crazy bitch.”

  I got Emily to her car and kissed her good night. When she drove away, I called Ratchet for a tow to get my truck to my house and bought me a brand-new set of tires the next day. Ratchet gave me a name of a good auto body shop and it cost me a shit ton of money to get the key marks out.

  CHAPTER 1

  WEZ

  Watching Lillian walk into the Chaos King’s clubhouse all by her pretty little self was the dumbest move a smart woman could make. Her long, sandy blonde hair, and that tight-ass skirt that clung to her delicious curves. She was lucky the Chaos Kings weren’t a diamond club, or she would’ve been the entertainment. She looked familiar, like I’d met her somewhere before, and it nagged me all night.

  She distracted me from my already losing pool game with Magnet when she sashayed her ass toward us. It just pissed me off even more. I blocked her, folding my arms over my chest, and gave her my mean mug. “You’re fuckin’ late!”

  Her brows lifted and she tilted her head to look me in the eyes. “Excuse me?”

  “You’re late. You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Aren’t you tonight’s party favorite?”

  “Uh...No,” she stammered, failing in her attempt to walk around me.

  “You can’t just walk into my clubhouse alone, dressed like that.” My eyes roamed down that nice curvy body of hers. “Unless you’re hoping my Chaos brothers make you airtight.”

  She looked down at herself, then she lifted her eyes back to me, her cute little nose turned up. “I’m not some prostitute! My name is Lillian; I’m Kat’s sister. Now, move away from me, you salacious barbarian!”

  Magnet slapped a hand on my shoulder “It’s okay, Wez. I know her; Ratchet does too.”

  That’s when Sam and Kat walked into the clubhouse.

  I stormed over to Kat, my blood pressure rising, “Your sister just walked in here all by her fuckin’ self
! Don’t know if she’s naive, brave, or just stupid. She’s lucky Magnet and Ratchet knew who she was.”

  Kat placed a small hand on my chest. “It’s okay, Wez. I told her to meet me here. I knew she would be safe.”

  I guess the night wasn’t all jacked up since Ratchet announced to all the Chaos Kings that he got Sam knocked up and was going to marry her. The clubhouse rocked that night with rounds of drinks, back slapping, and hugs. But I kept my eyes on Lillian throughout the night as she drank and drank. Earlier she walked in those stiletto heels acting like a snobby little bitch. But later on, she was swaying and staggering in those same heels, about to fall flat on her face.

  Lillian pulled out her keys and told Kat she was good to drive.

  Oh, that wasn’t fuckin’ happenin’.

  I walked over and stood behind her.

  “Thanks, Kat. I haven’t had this much fun since...I can’t even remember!” She giggled and hiccupped. When she spun around, her pretty face collided into my chest.

  I looked down at her and had to admit only to myself that she was kinda cute. “You’re not driving, girl.” I snatched the keys out of her hand. “I will. Let’s go.”

  Lillian walked beside me, wobbling a bit on her high heels while her hand with fancy manicured nails clung onto my bicep for balance.

  Magnet chuckled. “Thanks brother.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Fuck,” I grumbled.

  I helped Lillian sit in the passenger seat of her shiny Lexus, then I climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car.

  “Where do you live?” I asked, pulling out my phone to plug her address into my GPS.

  Lillian leaned her head against the side window. She hiccupped and giggled, then closed her eyes. She was passed the fuck out. She didn’t drink that much from what I observed earlier, but guessing by her tiny frame, she couldn’t handle the alcohol.

  I shook my head and turned on the interior light. I leaned over her, reaching for the seat belt and buckled her in. I rummaged through her purse sitting on her lap and pulled out her wallet. I looked at her ID and I tapped her address into my phone then drove the car out of the clubhouse lot.

  Lillian lived in a nice, single-family home in a suburban neighborhood not too far from the clubhouse. I parked her car in the driveway and climbed out. When I opened the passenger door, Lillian mewed like a cat, but she didn’t wake up. I unfastened the seat belt and grabbed her purse. Then I pulled her out of the car and heaved her petite body onto my shoulder. I carried her up the steps and fumbled with her keys, finding the right one to unlock her front door.

  The girl weighed next to nothing. My hand was on her ass, and I suddenly had an image of lifting up her skirt and spanking it. I carried her up the stairs and found her bedroom at the end of the hall before placing her on the bed and pulling her heels off. I tossed her keys and purse on the bed and made my way back down the stairs.

  As I headed out the front door, a framed photo sitting on a table by the door caught my eye. I stared at it for a moment, and I knew then, why Lillian looked so familiar.

  She was smiling in the photo. She had a pretty smile and I thought she should do that more often than turning her nose up like she did all night. Her arm was draped over an older woman—one I knew. Denise Moore. She must’ve been Lillian’s mother because they looked exactly alike.

  “Well, fuck me sideways,” I grumbled.

  I locked the front door and left Lillian’s house. I got an Uber to take me back to the clubhouse, then rode my bike home with a pounding headache.

  CHAPTER 2

  LILLIAN

  I was in a dark room with only a bright spotlight shining down on me. I was naked and lying on a hard, flat surface. My legs were spread, my ankles shackled, and my wrists immobilized above my head. I screamed but there was no sound. Then I heard the buzzing noise, like a dental drill. I couldn’t see anything beyond the spotlight above me. There was only pitch blackness. I was naked, vulnerable, cold, and terrified. I didn’t ask myself why I was naked and bound, because I deserved it. I’d been so insensitive and sometimes cruel to the people in my life. I only asked myself who was doing this to me.

  That irritating buzzing noise came again. It grew louder behind the blinding spotlight before the sound of boots thudding on the hardwood floor grew closer until a hulking shape appeared out of the darkness.

  A beast!

  No, not a beast. A man.

  He was so tall, his shoulders broad. His arms, chest, and neck were covered in tattoos. He had a short growth of beard, and his eyes were primal, predatorial.

  Danger.

  He grinned, walking closer. He reached down and unbuckled his belt.

  “You can scream all you want, little bitch, but no one will hear you,” he said, his gruff voice deep and low. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

  No!

  I screamed and opened my eyes. It was a dream. No—a nightmare. My head pounded with a throbbing headache from the sunlight coming through the bedroom window. My mouth was as dry as a desert. I was lying in my own bed, fully dressed except for my heels, which were lying on the floor. I remembered having a good time with Kat and Noah at the Chaos Kings MC clubhouse the night before. They were celebrating with their friends

  I took a Xanax to help calm my anxiety and relieve the tight knot in my stomach. But then I made the stupid mistake of drinking alcohol. The last thing I remembered was Wez, walking me to my car. And then I must have passed out.

  Wez was the beast in my nightmare!

  I glanced over at my dresser to see that my purse and car keys were there, then I looked at the clock on the bedside table.

  It was 10:00 a.m.

  “Shit!” I shouted as I climbed out of bed.

  I was late. I had appointments to show three new houses this afternoon. I quickly took a shower, then styled my hair and did my makeup in record time.

  I fetched my keys and purse, pulling out my phone as I left my house and climbed in my car. I remembered Kat telling me that Wez owned his own tattoo business called Mad Ink. I pulled up the GPS on my phone and found the address, which was only a few miles from the Chaos Kings clubhouse.

  I parked beside a black motorcycle in front of Mad Ink. When I entered the small shop the first thing that hit me was a strange chemical smell. And then I heard it—the same buzzing noise I’d heard in my nightmare that morning. I walked down the narrow hallway, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor, glancing at the colorful images adorning the walls.

  Passing through the hallway, I approached the front desk and spotted Wez standing behind it. His eyes locked on mine instantly. A girl with long red hair stood with her back turned from me, leaning on the desk that separated her from Wez. She was barely dressed in a tight pink tank top and the tacky jean shorts she had on were at least two sizes too small for her figure. They were cut so high, her ass cheeks were on full display.

  Wez frowned at me, then directed his attention back to the girl. He smiled, looking down the front of her top, practically salivating like the perverted biker he was.

  “I can’t wait to ink up that bodacious ass of yours tomorrow, darlin’,” he said, grinning like a wolf about to eat his prey.

  The redheaded floozy came around the desk and threw her arms around Wez’s broad shoulders, squealing like a piglet. “Thank you, Wez! I’m already turned on just thinking about it.”

  When she released him and turned around, she saw me and waved. “Hi!”

  I didn’t even acknowledge her and rolled my eyes, folding my arms in front of me. But Wez’s eyes were glued to the girl’s ass as she shook it all the way out of his shop. When she left, his eyes turned back to me.

  Wez was just as frightening in real life as he was in my dream.

  “If you’re not here to get inked, then get the fuck out,” he grunted and turned away.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I just came by to thank you for driving me home last night.”

  He turned back to face me. “
You’re welcome. Now, leave.”

  “How did you get me up to my room and in my bed? And why do you have to be so rude? I’ve given you no reason to be.”

  He rolled his eyes, crossing his burly arms across his chest. “It’s too early for so many fuckin’ questions. You passed out the second I got your ass in the car. I drove to your house then carried you up the stairs to your bed.” He started rubbing his beard as he came around the desk, stalking toward me. “You’re just a snobby little bitch who wants to hang with the dirty bad bikers but can’t handle her liquor.”

  “And you’re just an arrogant, stupid brute who can only utilize the puny brain in your pants!”

  Wez moved so fast, I almost tripped in my heels. My back bumped up against the wall. I lifted my chin and met his fiery, lustful glare. My heart skipped a beat, feeling the heat from his body as he towered over me.

  “My dick is not puny,” he growled.

  I was tempted to look down at his crotch. Then I felt my nipples harden. But I glared directly into his eyes. “What are you going to do? Pull it out right here and show me?”

  His furrowed brow disappeared and he grinned, reaching down to the front of his jeans. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Then he stepped back. “But you’re not my type.”

  I turned and walked away, hearing Wez’s laughter follow me all the way out of his shop.

  CHAPTER 3

  WEZ

  I couldn’t get Lillian out of my head for the rest of the day. Even though her eyes were full of fear, it was the way she tilted her cute nose in a desperate show of bravery and bitchiness. I frightened her. She was afraid I’d hurt her. I did want to hurt her, but not in a bad way. I’d do it the way she’d like it. I sensed her submissive nature. She needed to let go—she needed to be dominated. That’s why I was drawn to her. But we were on opposite ends of the spectrum. We had nothing in common, so it could never work between us. Plus, I’d already fucked Lillian’s mother. It sounded like a reality TV show train wreck.