Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

“You don’t want to kill me. You don’t want money. What do you want, Boogeyman? You know what I think…I think you do want to spank my pussy.” I say the word pussy in a barely there whisper against his lips, taunting him.

I know he should scare me. In a way he does, but I think if he really wanted to kill me he would have already.

Chapter Four

—Boogeyman—

Fuck me, this bitch is driving me crazy. I can’t get a read on her. She’s the one fucking assessing me. I don’t like it, but I’m intrigued. My dick strains against my zipper, demanding release from the confines of the denim prison holding him at bay.

What I wouldn’t give to do just that…spank her little princess pussy into submission.

Bitch knows I want her.

Trying to use the fact against me.

I look around my shitty trailer knowing it isn’t good enough for a rich brat like her. Fucking John Tuddy sure did a damn number on the place. Should have blown his guts out. Would have served the lousy fuck right.

I don’t know what in the hell I am doing with her. If I let her go she’ll bring down my club. I can’t bring myself to kill her. She’s got me in knots. I’m all twisted up inside. I don’t know how to deal with these feelings.

I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never given a shit what anyone thought of me. Especially not a bitch I just wanted to fuck.

But I want more than to fuck her.

Want to make her mine.

I can’t tell her that though.

“You couldn’t handle it, sweetheart. If I take that pussy, you’ll fall in love.”

Throwing her head back she lets out a musical laugh. A sweet, tempting melody. “I think we both know that won’t happen. If anyone is falling in love…it’ll be you.”

I lick my bottom lip, wetting it, remembering the sinful taste of her tongue.

“What do you really want from me?”

“What do I want?” I repeat her question. Sliding my hand down her back to her ass, I cup her cheek and pull her firm against me. Her eyes widen as her body pres

ses into mine, getting a good feel of my erection.

“Yeah,” she challenges, holding her ground.

“Still trying to figure it out,” I tell her as I fight like hell to resist the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bed. Hell, I’m afraid to see what kind of bed is in the bedroom. I haven’t lived here in six months.

Fucking thing isn’t fit for her but that can change.

I can break her.

She is playing tough right now, but eventually I will wear her down.

“So what, you’re gonna fuck me then kill me?”

“Nope. I won’t fuck you unless you ask me to.”

“Okay, Boogeyman. I’ll bite.” Her eyes narrow on mine as she rubs against me. “Maybe I’d want you to fuck me if you hadn’t brought me to a dump.” She makes a disgusted look at the garbage around us.

I admit the place is a shithole. I never stayed here. I only came here when I needed to collect the rent payment. I live at the clubhouse, but I couldn’t fucking be taking her back there. I had to act fast. I never planned on taking her. I swore I was going to do it. I was going to pull that damn trigger and never look back, but I didn't and here we are.

“Fine, I’ll be back.” I bring her arms over my head and separate us, pushing her back down on the couch. “Don’t even think about trying to escape. My dogs are hungry.” I grin. I don’t have any dogs, but she doesn’t know that. “There’s no phone and I don’t have any neighbors. Least not for fifteen miles.”