Beauty & The Biker

That’s it! Is he kidding me? I guess he isn’t when he pushes the chair back and drops me to the floor on my naked, horny bottom.

With a bruised ego and tears sliding down my face, I take his shirt from the floor and do as I’m told. I feel like a drug addict dying for another hit. I hate that I love the way his shirt smells as it swallows my small frame compared to his.

Chapter 17

TRISTIAN

Jumping in the Bering Sea wouldn’t be enough to cool me down after the encounter I shared with Isa. One taste of her mouth and I lost control. I entered the room intent on punishing her for touching that virgin pussy without my permission, but then she asked me to kiss her, and Fuck if she isn’t sweet. I had to taste her mouth and it wasn’t enough for either of us.

She thinks she is ready for sex, but she’s wrong. She needs to know everything before we take that step. As badly as I want her, I owe her the truth. But not right now.

I’ve got shit to take care of with my club. Rain texted early this morning saying a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms and flooded the whole damn club. Gonna shut us down for a full day. Shit isn’t cool. That’s money I’m losing. Not that I really need it now that I am coming into my full inheritance.

I call Rain to make sure shit is getting handled.

“You get a plumber hired to fix this mess?”

“Yeah but what about the auditions. You are going to need some new girls when we reopen.”

I scratch my neck, it isn’t ideal. But business is business.

“Sure thing,” Rain agrees and ends the call.

I don’t really want Isa here while the girls are dancing for me. I shoot a text to Cyrus.

Tris: Need you to pick Isa up in your truck and take her shopping in about thirty.

Cy: No problem, heading your way.

I find my princess in her favorite room, the library. She is dusting the shelves. As she leans over to move some books, her ass flashes me. No panties. How bold of her.

She is singing as she works, the way her hips move makes me hard just watching. She’d be fit as fuck in my club, but that will never happen. She will never dance for any other man, but she can be MY private dancer.

Sensing my presence, she turns to me with a scowl. Guess she is still pouting over last night.

“Get ready, Cyrus is going to take you to the store.” I pull out my wallet and give her one of my cards. “Buy whatever you need, and stock up on anything we might need to eat too.”

She takes the card and doesn’t utter a word. It pisses me off.

Grabbing her hand softly, I pull it to my mouth and kiss it. “We’ll talk when you get back. And wear your panties. Only one who gets to be around you without them is me.”

“Why? You afraid someone might actually do more than mindfuck me? You didn’t mind your buddies seeing me naked the other night. Why should it matter who sees what I have now?”

“Don’t test me today Isa. It wouldn’t be wise,” I warn as she walks away, flipping me the bird over her shoulder. Part of me wants to go after her and shove her against the wall and pound her smartass hard and fast, but that would set us back further.

I make a few calls and wait for Cy to arrive for Isa. Goldoni is already wanting to make dinner plans for his wife to meet Isabella, I don’t like it. Got a bad feeling about him. Have been feeling this way for a few months. Briggs is watching him and his crew but so far nothing. Might not hurt to pull him from them for a bit and have him keep watch on that Gabe fucker who thinks he can play with what’s mine.

I send him a text detailing what I need him to do. Briggs is a good brother. He never asks any questions he just falls in line and does what he is told. Unlike Isa who just breezed past me in the hall without any panties. I can see through the skirt of her dress, her tan ass shines right through the thin material. I don’t fucking think so.

“Isabella,” I call out. I stop her before she reaches the front door.

“Yeah,” she quips flippantly.

I run my hand up the skirt of her dress to find her pussy bare. “Wanna explain to me why you aren’t following orders.”

“What do you want from me Tristian? Because I seriously don’t get you.” She pokes me in the chest. “You make me feel like the only thing you wanna do is get lost with me, but when I let you in, you shut down and make me feel like maybe I am just crazy. Is this all a game to you? Play with your pet right, is that what this is?”

“Does this feel like a game princess?” I place her hand on my heart. “You feel that, that is the beating of my heart. It has beat for you since I was a boy and I thought I was going to die. But you don’t remember that shit.”