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  Inc’s Regret

  Satan’s Raiders MC

  Elizabeth Knox

  Contents

  Satan’s Raiders MC

  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

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Inc’s Regret

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Inc’s Regret. Copyright © 2020 by Elizabeth Knox. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact E. Knox.

  Editing: Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading: Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing

  Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Cover Designer: Clarise Tan, CT Cover Creations

  Photographer: Sally Sparrow, Sally Sparrow Photography

  Model: Andrew England

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  Series: Skulls Renegade

  Reign

  Redemption

  Revenge

  Relentless

  Reckoning

  Reclaimed

  Reckless

  Regret

  Reclusive

  Retribution

  First Generation: A Skulls Renegade MC Boxset

  Series: Steele Bros.

  Tough as Steele

  Stripping a Steele

  Protecting a Steele

  Steele her Heart

  Stolen Hearts: The Complete Steele Bros Boxset

  Series: Reapers MC

  Scarred

  Blackjack

  Here Kitty, Kitty

  Booger

  Widow

  Kade

  Hawk

  Bull

  Cobra

  Mouser

  Dixon

  Zane

  Amara

  Grim

  Chaz

  Frost

  Zorro

  Series: Iron Vex MC

  Enraged

  Bossed Up

  Vex’s Temptation

  Series: Royal bastards Mc: Baltimore/Knights of retribution mc

  Bet on Me

  Rely on Me

  Hate on Me

  Series: Satan’s Raiders MC

  Inc’s Regret

  Series: The Clans with Iris Sweetwater

  Promised

  The Trade

  Cherished

  Deceit

  Love is War

  Defiant

  Shattered

  Ruthless

  Covert

  Heretic

  Venomous

  Flawed

  Demise

  Series: The Mackenzie & Volkolv Duet

  Deceptive Love

  Series: The Mackenzies

  Forbidden Love

  Corrupted Love

  Sin City Fets with Linny Lawless & Aubree Valentine

  Switched

  Surrender

  Full Throttle with Erin Trejo

  Against All Odds

  Sharp Edges

  Anthologies

  Santa’s Naughty Helpers

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  Series: Bloodlines Trilogy

  Fated by Blood (Free Prequel)

  Series: Nightshade

  Blood Oath (A Prequel)

  Series: Lone Wolf MC

  Origins (Free Prequel)

  Series: Hells Gateway MC

  Caym’s Fated Mate

  Shax’s Destined Mate

  Series: Bloodborn Academy

  Bitten Magic

  Anthologies

  Romanticizing the Gods

  The Elementals

  Satan’s Raiders MC

  Members

  Breaker — Prez

  Chains — VP

  Ops — Enforcer

  Armor — Road Captain

  Killer — Sgt. at Arms

  Sarge — Full Patch

  Brick — Full Patch

  Ice — Full Patch

  Agony — Prospect

  Fury — Prospect

  Playlist

  All the Fucking Time — Loote

  Easy — Troye Sivan & Kacey Musgraves

  Sex (With My Ex) — FLETCHER

  We Belong — Dove Cameron

  Bad Habits — Nerv

  Strangers Again — Against The Current

  C’MON — Amy Shark feat. Travis Barker

  Where Were You — girlfriends ft. Travis Barker

  All Three — Noah Cyrus

  Trigger Warning

  This book is intended for mature audiences only. If darker books are not for you, please do not move forward. After re-adjusting my trigger warning system, I will not be giving any spoilers. Please understand that this is not your run of the mill romance and tough subjects will be spoken about in this storyline. This story could include things like: rape, kidnapping, abuse, domestic violence, drugs, alcohol abuse, and many other potential triggers.

  Prologue

  You are free to choose, but you are not free from the consequences of your choice.

  ~ Quotes and Sayings

  Inc

  Almost two years ago . . .

  “Where you off to?” Sarge, one of our fully patched members asks. I roll my eyes, sucking in a deep breath after pacin’ in my room the last hour debatin’ on whether or not I should be doing this.

  “None of your god damned business. I’ll be back by the mornin’. Don’t bug me either,” I snarl, headin’ for the back door. With every step I take, I feel the chaos striking through me. Heat rises in my chest and shoots through every limb.

  Every part of me wants to ride straight up to that fuckin’ hotel and tell this fucker Octavia has always been mine and it’ll never change, ‘cause I was the first man to own that heart, take her virginity, and everything else. She and I have a connection that won’t fade until the day we die, if it even leaves us then. But I can’t. I can’t fuckin’ do that ‘cause the fucker who took O’ from me is the same one who gives our club the name drop we need. Breaker had to spell it out for me, tell me how the Reapers name gives us a level up, immunity, and safety.

  Walkin’ around the corner of the buildin’ I head straight for my bike and sit on the seat. I stare for a good minute, debating if I’m really going to do this or not.

  It could be my only chance to have her.

  Fuck it.

  I slide in my key, start my engine, and head out to their hotel. Luckily for me, it’s only a few blocks away. I can do a lot of things in this life, but I can’t walk away from the possibility of being with her again . . . even if it means accepting Zane too. In more ways than one from what O’ said to me earlier.


  She kept beatin’ around the bush, not sayin’ it flat out but I read between the lines. Zane is bisexual and he wants a third in their relationship so he can get his fill of cock too. Maybe I’m puttin’ it a bit blunt, although how else am I supposed to put it?

  I only have to go through three intersections before I’m at the parking garage attached to their hotel. I grab my ticket, find a parking spot, and go through the entrance until I find the elevators. Starin’ at the lit-up numbers gettin’ closer and closer to the lobby only makes me even more nervous. There’s nothin’ calming about doing this, even if it means . . . gettin’ her back.

  The doors open and I walk in, go right up against the back wall and turn, keepin’ my hands on the bar. The doors close and I know there isn’t any turnin’ back now.

  God dammit. This shit isn’t easy and I damn sure wish it was. I’m sober as shit and I know it’s not helpin’. If I was a tad bit drunk, I’m sure it would help calm me down, make me a loosey-goosey and all of that.

  The doors open once I’m on the fifteenth floor and I walk out onto the extravagant carpet. Hell, this guy must be able to afford the best of the best if they’re here. I see the arrows pointing to Room 1589 on the right, so I head in that direction.

  I’ve never had to share O’ with any man before. There isn’t a guidebook to this, to how to go through a proposed relationship where you’ll fuck a dude for the first time. But I’d fuck a man for her. Fuck, I’d get a massive cock slid into my ass without lube over and over again if it means havin’ her back in my life.

  She’s . . . she’s the reason I’m even breathin’ right now. I owe the woman so much.

  Sucking in a deep breath I stand in front of Room 1589 and rap my knuckles on the door. Within an instant I hear the lock sliding and O’ appears in front of me, smiling lightly. “I wasn’t sure you’d show up.”

  “You asked me to come, didn’t you?” I grit out, walking past her.

  “I . . . I mean I wasn’t sure if you’d . . .” She stops trying to explain what we both already know. She wasn’t sure if I’d be open to this, or if I’d tell her and him to go fuck off and find someone else. I could’ve done that, but she came to me and asked me to come here tonight. She could’ve easily found someone else, but she came to me. Plenty of other men would’ve told her to start searchin’ for the man who checks off every box for the both of them, but I didn’t. Why?

  It’s simple.

  I love Octavia Spencer and I’m never gonna stop, and if I have a chance to be with her, I’m gonna take it.

  Octavia closes the door behind me and walks ahead of me, goes up to a dresser that’s now a bar with the amount of liquor on it. “You creatin’ some new mixed drinks or something?” I quip.

  O’ laughs lightly. “No . . . I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for. Depending on which way the wind blows you have a different preference.” My eyes are glued on her in a light silver robe. It has this glitter like effect on it whenever the light hits it in a certain way, ‘causing her eyes to pop beautifully.

  Dammit. She’s never looked more gorgeous.

  I take a bottle of vodka, take a long drink, and set the bottle down. At least I’ll get loosened up and relaxed a bit before anythin’ starts. “Thanks for showin’ up. Cinnamon wasn’t certain you would,” Zane says from behind me. It jolts me at first, but I’m bettin’ I should get used to that. Him bein’ behind me.

  “Are you both serious about this?” I question, turnin’ enough to make sure I can read both of their expressions. Almost like they’ve rehearsed it, they nod at the same time.

  “I wouldn’t have put either of you in this position if I wasn’t certain,” Zane states clearly.

  “I . . . want to give this a shot. It’s the only shot we have, Inc,” O’ explains, seeming a bit hopeful.

  “Alright. Just needed that to be made pretty fuckin’ clear,” I state, pickin’ up the bottle again for another drink.

  Somehow, for some reason, Octavia, Zane, and I get in a serious drinking game. I’m about a fourth of the way through my vodka when O’ struts up to me and slams her lips onto mine. She tastes like Malibu, the sweet coconut rum coating her tongue. Damn, she’s like air and I’m suffocating after not having her for so long. It’s been months.

  I’ve never had more need for someone than I do with her. My cock tightens behind my confining jeans at the way she paws at my chest.

  “Dammit, O’,” I warn, cock pressing harshly against my zipper.

  I don’t know how the fuck this is supposed to go, the rules or any of this. She’s thrown my cut on the bed and tore my fuckin’ white tee shirt straight off my back.

  Damn, and I thought I was the needy one. I make quick work at the knot in the front of her robe and pull it off, throwin’ it on the damn floor before I see the deep navy-blue lingerie. Gems are all around it, makin’ her body look like a fuckin’ work of art.

  “God dammit, I need to be inside you right now,” I hiss while turnin’ her around. I push her down onto the couch and her knees on the cushions. With my teeth I yank off her delicate panties and see her glistening pink pussy. A good coating of her essence is already there. Hell, I don’t need to go slow. I can go as fast as I want right now, and I need to plow my cock in her pussy.

  Takin’ my jeans and boxers off, I kick them to the side, line myself up at her entrance, and push forward. “Fuck, fuck!” Octavia moans, diggin’ her nails into the back of the couch. My hands are on her hips as I hold her in one spot, fuckin’ her tight little cunt harder than I ever have.

  God, I missed her.

  She tightens up on me again, already squeezing my cock, beggin’ for me to unleash my load inside her . . . but I won’t give her that yet. Fuck no, I’m gonna pull her to the edge over and over again before I give her my seed.

  “You like when Inc fucks you like that, Cinnamon?” Zane asks. I already forgot he was here.

  “Yes,” Octavia admits. “Oh God!”

  I ram my cock in and out of her when something cold causes me to look over my shoulder. Zane’s there. “Relax, boy. If you do, this will go that much easier. Unless you like the thought of me tearin’ your asshole up until I cum inside you?” Zane asks in a whisper, dragging his tongue from below my ear to the middle of my back.

  He pushes forward and I feel an overwhelming burning sensation take ahold of me. I still continue to fuck O’, not wanting to stop. The combination of Zane pushing himself in my ass and her pussy tightening around me is slowly becoming a bit too much.

  Zane moves further into me, maybe halfway, slowly going in and out, easing himself in with each thrust and I feel the hottest sensation shooting through me. My cock grows harder if that’s even possible and I increase my speed until my balls are slamming so hard against O’s body it sounds like I’m slappin’ the shit outta her.

  “Fucking shit,” I hiss the moment Zane pushes the rest of himself in me. I realize the cold feeling wasn’t just lube, but metal too. This dude has some piercings on his cock. Zane pushes my back down to where I’m hovering over O’s back, still rolling my cock into her.

  “Yes, please. I want more . . . God, Inc!” She starts to scream as the liquid pours over my cock. Her pussy clasps around my cock and I feel myself throbbing, ready to unleash myself in her.

  “I’m gonna fill that pussy of yours, O’. It’s been too long,” I hiss, grabbin’ the back of her hair.

  Zane speeds up and with his speed increasing, so does the warmth going through me. I realize now that him fucking me is what sends me over. I don’t know what his cock is brushing against, but hot damn, I’ve never had an impending orgasm like this.

  I struggle to keep moving as what feels like electric volts move through me. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” I hiss out, slamming my hips as quickly as I can against O’. Spurts of my semen shoot out, coating her inner walls while Zane’s breathing increases and he tenses up, going faster and faster until I think I can’t take it. Then all of a sudden, he
grows still, groaning out while he slides his hand around my front and palms the base of my cock.

  We remain like this for what feels like a few moments, but it was probably minutes considering Zane was only partially hard when he pulled out of me, and I with Octavia. “Jesus, I need some water after that.” Octavia giggles in her typical carefree way.

  “Sure thing, Cinnamon. What about you, Inc?” Zane asks and I nod.

  “Yeah, that would be great,” I mutter, closing my eyes and the second I do I see his face.

  “Don’t I ever see you flirtin’ with a boy like that again. You hear me? I didn’t raise my son to be one of those devil worshipping faggots. Is that what you are, Tanner? You a little queer piece of shit? Do I need to send you to one of them camps?” my father growls down at me, ‘cause he caught me when I almost kissed Wyatt.

  I’m just gonna tell him Wyatt tried to kiss me. I’ll try and defend myself. That’s what I’ll do. But I can’t, because I see his closed fist approaching and I brace myself. “If you ever be one of them you won’t ever see us again, you won’t ever see any of us again! Even when we’re dead we’ll stop loving you. You hear me?!”