That Ass Is Mine

Without getting her bag or jacket, she rushed toward the door, only to cry out as his large hand slammed against the wood and stopped her from leaving.

“I don’t think so.”

“Sarge, please,” she said, putting her head against the door. “I’ve already humiliated myself enough. Danny said something and I thought … but it’s all—”

“What did Danny say?” Sarge asked.

She was flush to the door with Sarge right behind her, his large body enveloping her in warmth.

Licking her lips, she closed her eyes. “He said that you look at me like you want to eat me. Like there are a lot of dirty things you wish to do.”

“He did, did he?”

“Can I go?” she asked.

Time seemed to stand still. No one moved. She waited, expecting him to let her go, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed against her, and she felt the unmistakable length of his hard cock pressing against her.

She whimpered as his hand went to her hip and held her in an almost bruising grip.

“He wasn’t wrong, Talia. I do look at you like I want to eat you. I can’t teach you about sex, but I can show you how to fuck. That’s all I can offer you. I don’t do roses or charm, or sweet romance. When I fuck you, it’s going to hurt, but I promise you, you’re going to love every single second of it after I pop that sweet cherry of yours.” He flicked his tongue against her pulse before biting down. “Now tell me, is that what you want?”

She was already dripping wet, and so long as it was with him, she’d do just about anything.

Chapter Two

Two days later

Talia stayed perfectly still at his side as he drove his truck down toward his home. He never slept where he worked. After closing up the club, he’d brought his truck to take Talia home with him.

Sarge had made sure to pay Danny a visit so the man knew to keep out of his business. He had no right telling Talia what he wanted, and next time, he was determined not to let his feelings show.

The way he’d learned to survive all these years was to keep shit to himself, so the fact others were seeing what he wanted, he didn’t like that at all.

He lived about a twenty-minute drive from the club just on the outskirts of the city. When he bought it close to seven years ago, it had been rundown. The price had been a steal because of how much work it needed. With the money he had, he invested in his club, repaired his home, and well, the rest is history.

Turning off the ignition, he made no move to get out. “Talia, I have no intention of hurting you. I won’t be teased or taken for a ride. You tell me to stop, I stop. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“And keep your insecurities at the door. My word is law inside that house. Understand?” he asked.

“Yes, I get it.”

“Good.”

He climbed out of the truck, grabbed her bag from the backseat, and made his way toward the front of the house. He kept a light on for his dog, Russ, who came to him the moment he opened the door.

“Hello, boy, how are you doing, buddy?” He knelt down, giving his dog a stroke.

The moment Russ saw Talia, he went straight to her, turning to give her access to stroke him.

“He’s my fierce guard dog,” he said.

Talia giggled, leaning down to stroke his belly. “Are you his fierce guard dog? You’re so cute. So very, very cute.” She blew kisses at him.

“All right, that’s enough. I don’t want you spoiling him. He won’t want to stay here alone.” He snapped his fingers and Russ got up, heading toward one of his many bed areas. Sarge had always been a sucker for a dog. Russ had been a stray he’d taken in, gotten him checked over by the vet, and finally adopted.

Dropping Talia’s bag in the sitting room, he turned to look at her. Her gaze moved around the room, clearly taking everything in. He smiled. Her attempt to seduce him was cute. Danny had tried to reassure him that the reason he spoke out of turn was that he noticed how they looked at one another. Well, with Talia wanting him to teach her about sex, he was more than happy to oblige, but she was only going to know how he liked it.

“Strip,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Take off all your clothes. I want you completely naked.”

She glanced down at her body. “Where’s a bathroom?”

“I didn’t offer you a place to strip. I want to see the show.”

“I’m not auditioning.”

“Baby, you’re auditioning for the role to play on my cock. Are you going to give me what I want, or are you going to keep on playing coy? I can do this all day long.” He sat down, resting the heel of one foot on his knee, waiting.