Styx – Salvation’s Bane MC Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)

Jolene: I’ve lived my entire life in the shadow of a feud that ended over a hundred years ago. But try telling that to my family. To them, the Hatfields and McCoys were never met to mix. Or be in the same town really. So when I gave my virginity to a Hatfield, my McCoy family disowned me entirely. And that Hatfield I trusted? He set me up to be raped by his kin. So yeah, my life’s a shit show. Then another Hatfield picked me up out of a ditch and saved me. I thought he’d hurt me, too, but he turned out to be the kindest man I’ve ever met. Now I need to shake him long enough to get the revenge I need from those who hurt me. I just hope when I’m done, he’ll take me back.

Styx: I just came for the car — a rare Mercedes Maybach the club intends to sell for a good chunk of change. I long ago left any family I had in this little hick town in West Virginia and only came back because I knew the area, and the man who had the car was my family’s rival, Marshall McCoy. So when I found his daughter in a ditch on the side of the road, beaten and bloody, my first instinct — and that of my MC brothers – was set up. But I can’t leave her to the mercy of her family. I know there will be hell to pay. I just didn’t count on my sweet little hillbilly being hellbent on revenge. As I fall deeper and deeper under her spell, I find I can’t deny her anything. Even if what she wants might break her.

Warning: Styx includes scenes of sexual abuse and vigilante justice that may be triggers for some readers. Guaranteed HEA.

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Chapter One


“Do you promise we’ll be together forever, Avery Hatfield?”

“Absolutely, sweet Jolene McCoy. We’ll be the only Hatfield and McCoy to ever have a till-death-do-us-part marriage. I swear it, Jolene.”

I knew better. I’d seen Avery with at least three other women since we’d been together, but I guess this was his talent. He could make women fall for him no matter the consequences. And I was head over heels. I knew this was a bad idea, but I was doing it anyway. Maybe I just wanted to finally experience sex. I knew I didn’t love Avery. Not like I should, to be doing this. But here I was. In a cheap motel with a man my parents forbade me to date because they hated his family. The feud of the Hatfields and McCoys might have officially ended in 1891 and then again in a symbolic gesture in 2003, but there were some who still carried that grudge into the modern climate.

“OK,” I said, nodding and smiling at the man above me pressing me into the bed. “I trust you.”

Avery shoved inside me, taking my innocence in one hard thrust. I cried out in pain, but he didn’t stop.

“It’ll get better, Jolene. Next time it’ll be good for you.” But not this time, was the implied ending to that statement. If he’d said it, he would have been right. Avery kept fucking me. Hard. He didn’t kiss me or touch me other than to take his pleasure.

It took all of three minutes for him to get himself off and come inside me. I wanted to cry and probably would the second he left the room. I’d known it was a mistake from the start, but I’d kept moving ahead. I let him talk me into this, so it was my own fault.

“That was so fuckin’ hot,” he gasped out, his body weight heavy now that he’d completely collapsed on top of me. It was hard to breathe, but he wouldn’t move. “Loved takin’ that virgin pussy. Comin’ in it.”

Finally, he rolled off me and chuckled. “You bled. Guess my cock was too big for ya, huh?” Then he padded off to the bathroom.

What just happened? I mean, I hadn’t really expected he’d hold to his promises. His goal had been to have sex with me. But this was…

When he came back into the room, he was dressed in his dirty jeans and stained T-shirt. He grinned at me. “Don’t stay too long. I only paid for this room for an hour so you got maybe forty minutes tops. You better get cleaned up and get outta here or they’ll charge you extra.” When I just looked at him as he snagged his keys, he continued. “I paid cash so you can’t charge it to my card. You’ll have to come up with the money on your own.” He opened the door and started outside.

“Wait! You brought me here. You’re my ride!”

He laughed. “Well, call a cab. Or an Uber. I got shit to do. See ya ’round, Jolene!”


He just shut the door in my face. I heard his beat-up truck start. He revved it a couple of times, making a bunch of noise since it didn’t have a muffler, then peeled out of the parking lot. I was alone, Avery’s cum still running down the inside of my leg.

OK. This had actually happened. It was far worse than I’d figured, but it was still manageable. Just… harder. And he’d probably tell all his buddies how he’d just popped my cherry. It would likely be all over town soon after. Which meant my parents would find out. Even if I bee-lined it home, I wouldn’t be surprised if they knew before I got there.

I was so fucked. Literally and figuratively.

As I cleaned myself up, I heard my phone chime. At first, I ignored it. I wanted to get dressed and get out of here as fast as I could. But it kept going off. Putting on my shirt, I glanced at the screen when another chime went off. Social media notification. Didn’t care. I wasn’t a popular girl in school, but I had a circle of friends I connected with outside of class.

But then it went off again. And again. And again. Over and over.

Then I got a text. Then several texts.

Just as I was finishing up and walking out the door, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen. My stepmother.

No fucking way.


“What the hell have you done?” The question was screeched at an uncomfortable volume.

“What are you --”

“Don’t play dumb with me! You know what you did with that Hatfield boy. Is it true?”

“You’re going to have to slow down. I don’t understand --”

“Of course, you understand! It’s all over the Internet! My friends at church saw what you did! It’s bad enough you had to film yourself having sex, but to do it with a Hatfield? Your father is livid!”