The Biker's Baby (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 10)

After the night I endured a hot shower isn’t exactly unwelcome. As much as I want to take my time and make it count, every second wasted is a moment longer I’m stuck in this unnerving situation. I hurry through the motions, feeling this dude’s gaze roaming over my every curve, watching every move. Though I suspect he may not receive many thrills. Working for Sanchez and losing your tongue doesn’t sound like a rewarding existence. He must have something on him. Probably holding a family member hostage or threatening to sell them. To ship them off to the highest bidder. How Mona ever willingly agreed to any terms he set is disgusting. We should have exterminated the vermin long before now.

I wrap a thick towel around my body. My hair got a little damp. How it looks is the least of my worries. I tag my dirty panties from the floor and shimmy them back up my thighs and over my ass. “I need something to wear,” I tell the tongueless lackey in hopes of him leaving me alone long enough to find something I can use.

No such luck. He grabs me forcefully by the elbow, keeping me close as he stomps into the bedroom. He stops at the closet and hands me a white button-down shirt, I’m guessing belongs to fucking Carlos. As they say beggars can’t be choosers and dressing in his shirt will have to do. This asshole releases me long enough to get my arms through the sleeves before he’s dragging me back to the office down the hall. He shoves me through the door and closes it behind us. The shirt I’m wearing hangs open, exposing my breasts and stomach.

“Have to say it looks better on you.”

“You got me here. What do you intend to do with me?”

“I think you know. Since I fucked that filthy mouth all I’ve thought about is fucking all your other holes.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re so hard up for pussy you have to rape to get it.”

“Can’t rape the willing, sweetheart and trust me, you’ll be willing. As we speak your brother and your dog are at Buzz’s where Mona has orders to take them out at any cost necessary should you not comply.”

“I came to you willingly for Archer and yet you still murdered him.”

“That was a gift. He was a lousy piece of shit and not worthy of you.”

“But you are?”

“I can give you the world and you insult me. Doubt what we can share. I can make you my queen.”

“I have zero interest in being your anything.”

“Why is it the harder you push the more I crave you. Desire to own you. I’ll worship you.”

“You mean you’ll control me. Own me like a piece of chattel.”

“I’ll let them live. All you gotta do is say you’re mine.”

I snort. “I don’t trust you.”

“Come here.”

“I’m good where I am.”

His killer for hire shoves me forward. I’m getting really sick of this spineless asshole putting his hands on me.

I take a few steps forward and Carlos grins. “Leave us.”

The handsy freak leaves. Only I don’t doubt for one minute that he won’t be on the other side of the door listening.

“So beautiful.” He grips the lapels of the shirt and jerks me into him as he leans in and sniffs my neck. “Like that you smell like my soap. The scent is intoxicating.”

I cringe on the inside as he moves me to his desk.

I know what he wants and the price.

I only hope Hound can forgive me for what I’m about to do. I position my ass on his desk as Carlos resumes his seat in front of me. He wraps his hands around my ankles, resting my feet on the arms of his chair.

“Make the call.”

“Eager for me to fuck you?” he cocks a brow. “I’m sure Mona and the rest of her cunts are keeping them entertained.” Rubbing his facial hair along my inner thighs he shoves his face between my legs and kisses me over the crotch of my underwear. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

I don’t argue. My body isn’t immune to his touch. If I didn’t know he was a soulless monster and I didn’t love Hound I’d welcome him to get me off, but I do. Still, that doesn’t keep my body from betraying my mind and my heart as wetness gathers where he presses his nose and lips against me.

I need him to get fully into the act. To get lost in the promise of my pussy so I can kill him. I have to surrender once again to the darkness that swirls inside me. Driven by my need to survive, my desire to reunite with Hound, I grip his head and hold him between my thighs as he slides my panties to the side and laps at my pussy. He’s greedy in his pursuit, manipulating my clit. I know it’s wrong. That I should fight him. Forbid him from ever touching me. Part of me loves the thrill of the rush. Knowing that as soon as I find what I need I’m going to kill him. He’ll die with my taste staining his lips.

“Fuck, you taste like you belong to me.”

I throw my head back thinking about Hound. Wishing I was with him instead, knowing the bitter taste of betrayal burning on my tongue.

“Gonna fuck you so hard,” Carlos growls. He reaches around me, shoving items off his desk and I spy a pair of scissors and pray they aren’t dull.

To keep him from seeing where my attention lies, I grip his dark hair harder and roll my hips. “Did I tell you to stop?”

“Trying to top me from the bottom,” he mutters against my pussy then shoves two fingers inside me.

I cry out hating myself a little bit more because despite how much I loathe this man my body likes the feel of his touch. Continuing to finger fuck me, he kisses up my torso. I stretch my fingers out and grab the only weapon available to me. The object of my desire knicks my fingertip and I smile.