Beauty & The Biker

“Having a get together need you to get busy in the kitchen fixing finger food and shit,” I tell her ready to dart into my room, needing to get away from her. I just want to shake her and demand that she remembers all that she has forgotten, and then I want to push her up against the wall, and fuck her senseless until she forgets again, and repeat it all over again.

Instead, I smile grimly as she nods while chewing her bottom lip. I walk away while imagining how her teeth would feel grazing over my dick before she takes me in her mouth.

In the confines of my room, I am in heaven and hell. Laying on the bed with my knees spread apart, my pants around my ankles I grip my cock, hard, picturing Isa kneeling before me. She licks her lips and I stroke myself. Her lashes flutter as she leans forward. I pump harder. She smiles sweetly being shy as her nipples brush against my legs. Stroke. Pump. Harder. Faster. Squeeze. I see her before me in my mind, begging to suck me off.

Goddamn I am about to blow as I crave her sweet mouth wrapped around me. I stroke and pump furiously and her tongue caresses the head of my dick licking down my shaft before capping her mouth over me. My balls tighten and I cum all over my hand, gripping my sheets white-knuckled.

Letting out an exasperated breath, I clean my mess and head back downstairs to torture myself by watching Isa strut in barely nothing.

**

The guys are all here tonight for a get together. Tonight Isa will learn what it means to be in my world. I’ve kept my men away for the most part not wanting them around her. But tonight will be a good test for both of us. I want to know if she will open herself up as much as she does with me, when she meets them. I need to know that we still share a bond. I want to know if the growing attraction she feels for me is because of me, or if she thinks getting into bed with me will ea

rn her freedom and her father’s debt paid in full.

I can’t shake my visions of her from earlier as I watch my brothers lust after her. Grabbing her ass. She laughs at something Briggs just said and it pisses me off. The longer I stare at her the angrier I become. I feel enraged all over again that she can’t remember what she shared with me.

Rain is putting on a show, being overly affectionate, trying to get under Isa’s skin. Apparently it’s working as I see she has disappeared. I excuse myself from the party and find Isa in the library.

Chapter 11

ISABELLA

The Depraved Sinners have been here all evening raising hell. I have been working my tail off serving them. Fetching them their beer, cleaning up their ashes, and fixing their snacks. A few of them have been grabbing at my butt, but I keep brushing it off, not letting them see how much it bothers me that they think I am a plaything, more so that Tristian is treating me as his toy.

When he first called me in to their gathering, he told them to make me feel welcome and a part of their crew. I wasn’t aware that feeling welcome meant being felt up.

I know he doesn’t owe me anything. But in the rare moments he shows me the tender side he keeps buried, I know he likes me if even it is just a little. He pretends it doesn’t get under his skin when Cyrus pulls me into his lap and nuzzles his face in my hair. But I can see the way his fist is clenched tight at his side and the hard set of his jaw as he looks away. The dark shadows of his tattoos flex under the dim light, as he gets ready to take his shot.

Tristian is playing pool with that witch Rain, doing his best to avoid my gaze. She keeps laughing at things he says that aren’t funny and rubbing all over him. It makes me angry when it shouldn’t. He isn’t mine, but why do I feel as if he should be?

Music is blaring through the sound system speakers hurting my ears and smoke clouds my vision. This isn’t my scene. I excuse myself, with the pretext of needing the bathroom.

I make sure no one is following me as I dart down the hall quickly and into the library. This is more my pace. Taking a random book from the closest shelf, I relax on a chaise, hoping they are too drunk to notice I’m missing. Tristian was too busy ignoring my presence to notice when I slipped out.

Surprisingly it doesn’t take long for Tristian to seek me out.

“Did I give you permission to leave?” He appears mysterious and broody with a storm raging behind his eyes.

I shouldn’t push my luck with him but I can’t help it. Something deep inside me craves his attention, whether good or bad. I WANT it. I NEED it. “I wasn’t aware I needed it,” I answer flippantly.

He shoves my feet to the side but places them back in his lap once he is seated. His fingers caress the curve of my arch. “Weren’t you enjoying the party?” He presses a pressure point in the center of my foot. Feels so good.

“Yeah, because your buddies fondling me and sniffing my hair is my idea of a great time. If you don’t need anything else from me tonight, I’ll just go to bed.” I try to move away but he is holding me hostage with the soothing tone of his voice and the touch of his caress.

“I want you back at the party,” he tells me continuing to rub my foot tenderly. He is so confusing. His smile is more charming than that of the devil himself.

I roll my eyes and turn my head. “I want a lot of things. It’s good to want things Tristian, but it doesn’t mean we’ll always get them.” I raise my brow daring him to challenge the truth of my words.

“I’m not asking,” he warns, as his touch becomes rougher moving up my calf. “Give me a reason why I should send you to bed.”

“I don’t like being manhandled and touched by strangers,” I confess knowing he will use the knowledge to his advantage, but I can’t stop myself from being honest with him. It’s as if he pulls the truth out of me with his eyes.

“You’ll do what I tell you, or I will punish you.” He drops my legs and jerks me from the lounger as he stands.

He takes my hand in his leading me back to the party, great. He’s going to make me pay for my honesty.

We walk down the hall in silence. He squeezes my hand, his touch is so warm and inviting. I wonder if this how prey feels, mesmerized by the stripes of a snake before it strikes burying his fangs in deep and pumping you full of poison. He shoves me to the center of the room. “Take off your dress Isa,” he orders.