As for Tru and Caspar, well, aren't they just a pair of misfits? Both are stubborn, hard headed outcasts coming together and lighting the MC world on fire.
Tru's character was very plain Jane for a rebellious woman trying to find herself in a male-dominated club and world. I don't have much to say about her so I won't even try.
Caspar, was super smexy and an alpha male. He's tattooed, pierced (nipples and his c*ck) and is a total man whore.
Pierced. Caspar’s nipples were both pierced with silver bars through them. They showed through the tight T-shirts he wore, maybe the most sensuous thing she’d ever seen. His c*ck was pierced too, according to the rumors (silver ring in his c*ck).
He has no reservations when it comes to public sex, and in fact, prefers is as it leads to a fast lay, no lingering attachments, and up keeps his "8 ball patch" (what you earn from public displays of sex) . That is, with every female except for Tru. Tru, of course, is 'special' to him.
Truth was, he didn’t like any of these women enough to be with them in private. Public sex was easier—he didn’t have to deal with anything but coming and the women were all too happy to provide the show. But Tru was cool and she didn’t do shit like public fucking.
Although I don't get what pulls Caspar and Tru's relationship together (other than them being like the scum of their MC club) and what makes them so 'in love' or 'dedicated' to each other I did think it was super hot when Caspar would go all possessive and dominant on her.
“Gonna fuck away memories of anyone else. Tried to do it the night you left—wanted to imprint myself on you.” “You did.” “But tonight...this isn’t about the bond. That comes later. This night here is my erasing all the goddamned past. Fucking it out of you.”
I also liked when he got all territorial over Tru when discussing her with an old boyfriend of hers.
"Silas stepped right up to him, toe to toe. “What the fuck? You knew how much I missed her. You knew and you didn’t—”
I knew and I made her mine, Silas. Took her out of here, made love to her under the stars and made goddamned good and sure to ruin her for anyone else. Tru’s mine. Always was. And trust me, she didn’t fight me at all.”
I guess through and through, what kept me reading this story was just the sex scenes and the steamy displays of male dominance on Tru. Make no qualms, that although I find it hedonistic and sexist, it is extremely fascinating to read in print!
Other than that, as I had said in the beginning, "Defiance" just wasn't for me.
Some hot scenes:
(A shortened excerpt of a public BJ from Fiona)
"He likes his dick sucked after he fights,” Fiona whispered in her ear.
Tru stared at her, unblinking, and Fiona smirked, shrugged and walked through the crowd and over to Caspar, who’d ducked through the ropes and balanced on the stool outside the ring. She ran a hand along his biceps and he watched her carefully, warily.
And then he nodded, and Fiona turned around, gave Tru a smug look and got on her knees. Pulled his shorts down and got in between his thighs.
His eyes closed for the briefest second and his expression was almost pained. And then his icy blue eyes opened and his gaze locked on her (Tru) and wouldn’t let go.
She was mesmerized by how hot and dirty all of it was as she stood, sheltered by the crowd watching the next fight, eyes locked to Caspar’s.
No one else was really watching—public sex was commonplace in the MC, really almost expected. She wondered if Caspar ever had sex in private. If he’d even want to.
Caspar raised his brows and glanced down and then back at her, a question in his eyes.
He was inviting her to come between his legs. A bold and completely insolent move that could get him killed.
And he didn’t seem to care.
(Two Tru & Caspar scenes)
She didn’t expect what happened next, but Caspar was on his knees on the hard tile. He murmured, “Pretty baby,” before he buried his face between her legs.
He licked her cleft while he looked up at her, his icy blue eyes wicked. His hands steadied her, holding her hips and she had nothing to grab onto but him. One hand curled in his hair, tugging and tightening her grip as his tongue grew more insistent. She looked down; he looked up at her and licked her cleft in a long stroke, and then pressed his tongue there hard.
Only then did she remember that they weren’t exactly alone. There was a group of people who’d been drinking and partying while waiting for the sun to come out. They were close and maybe not exactly watching...but they could.
She went to pull away from him but couldn’t. His body pressed hers, covered it as his hand went between her legs outside of her pants and rubbed. He undid a couple of buttons on her shirt, nudged down the tank top she wore underneath to suck on a nipple.
She was going to come, right here.
My favorite two-liner from "Defiance":
"You're going to undo me.
And then I'll put you back together."