M.N.Forgy

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. Half the time I'm out of my mind and feel as if my life isn't even mine. Being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate description of myself.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There's no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

Free Ride is created by M.N.Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Free Ride

Just as I’m about to nod in understanding, he reaches out and palms me by the face harshly, pulling me into him. His touch hard and controlling. His eyes full of lust and want. The battle of what he wants and what is right storms in his eyes. 


Closing my eyes, I lean into his touch for more.


“Fuck it!” he breathes heavily. His breath smelling of coffee. 


His lips crash onto mine, and I sigh into him. His tongue seeking mine like a hunter in the Amazon. Using his body, he pushes me backward. My feet stumbling with every step until the back of my thighs hit the front of his desk. He grabs me under the thighs and lifts me, throwing me on top. 


My dress rises as I slide along the cold desk. 


I palm his smooth cheeks as his lips continue to kiss and peck the sensitive skin of my neck. It’s as if he can’t taste me enough. Tilting my head back, I close my eyes and get lost in his touch. It’s so sensual and intimate.


Chapter 15