One Librarian and Two Sadistic Bikers - Part 2

Author: Randi Holiday

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The bikers pulled a vanishing act, but they're keeping tabs on Jane .She's on the run, but is caught up in the unforeseen complication of a bank robbery. However, the money in the vault isn't the only thing that the gang of robbers plan to take when they catch a glimpse of the luscious librarian. Now that her escape attempt is thwarted, will she end up in the two sadistic bikers’ clutches again?

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The bikers pulled a vanishing act, but they're keeping tabs on Jane .She's on the run, but is caught up in the unforeseen complication of a bank robbery. However, the money in the vault isn't the only thing that the gang of robbers plan to take when they catch a glimpse of the luscious librarian. Now that her escape attempt is thwarted, will she end up in the two sadistic bikers’ clutches again?

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23-6290
Author
Randi Holiday
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No
Heat Level
Heat Level (5)
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Boruma Publishing, LLC
Series
One Librarian And Two Sadistic Bikers

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Up until a few weeks ago, I was exactly what you'd expect of a stereotypical librarian; a woman who lived a sheltered life with her nose buried in a book. Fine, I'll admit that the books were raunchy romance novels, but novels nonetheless. Many a horny night, I fantasized about finding an alpha-male like the ones I'd read about, and I hit the motherload when the two bikers walked into my library. Nothing-but-nothing could have prepared me for them as they proceeded to shock me with things that no author dared to write about in my books. As inexperienced as I was, it was still lust at first sight. However, the gorgeous men had extreme tastes when it came to sex. Even so, their forceful ways really turned me on and I went along with things when they dominated the hell out of me. After that one encounter, it seemed they really took a liking to me because the next thing I knew, I was told the news. They were keeping me, and I had no say in the matter whatsoever. It was insanely frustrating when they ignored my arguments and proceeded to take my driver’s license, give me a credit card, and lay a bunch of rules on me. They said they'd return for me soon, that I better keep my legs closed from then on, and warned against calling the cops. Being a newly divorced woman, I wasn't a big fan of being ordered around and having my independence revoked. The orgasms they'd provided me were amazing, but I didn't agree to being their little pet, and no way was I waiting around for them. After they left me that night, I attempted to settle back into my ordinary life, only to discover that they were somehow tracking me. They randomly let me know via texting that they knew where I was, and it freaked me out every time. A few days later, I'd had enough and decided to leave town. I vindictively used their credit card to purchase a one way ticket to Hawaii…just because it seemed like the thing to do at the time. Now, I was making a getaway and constantly checking my rearview mirror. I jumped at the sound of every motorcycle as I put the gas pedal down, speeding away from my home with my hastily packed suitcase in the trunk. Incidentally, that designer luggage was also purchased with their credit card, right along with the pricy clothes inside it. My first stop was the Bureau of Motor Vehicles, and as I parked, a text alert buzzed. I anxiously picked my phone up and saw that it was from Hound-dog, the nicer of the two bikers. However, that really wasn't saying much, because they were both sadistic as hell. Hound-dog: What the fuck are you doing, Jane? You aren't going anywhere. My heart leapt with fear, and I grabbed my purse, hurrying into the BMV. At the counter, I reported my license lost, then handed over my social security card and birth certificate. It didn't take long to get a new license and I almost ran as I hurried back to my car. Before I drove off, I checked my phone, and there was a text from Jake. Jake: This is going to be very painful for you, librarian. I gasped and threw the phone into my purse like it bit me. Five minutes later, I was entering the bank to empty my account. My cell buzzed in my purse again and I blatantly ignored it. I shook off the fear and took a deep breath, but my ass burned just thinking about pissing the bikers off. It hurt like hell two weeks ago when Jake whipped me with his belt and I hadn't even done anything wrong that time. As far as I could tell, they'd done it purely for the entertainment value.

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