The Biker's Plaything (Straight to Hell MC 1)

“Get lost before I kick your asses out,” he said, yelling so they knew he wasn’t kidding around. Again, he didn’t know why their laughter bothered him. Ally stood up, red-faced, and stared at the ground.

“I’ve never been on a bike before. It was a new experience.”

He should have warned her. She’d heard the cop get killed, not to mention the fact she’d been taken against her will, and well, to normal people, it made for a really hard day.

Lord stared at her for several moments. Her blonde hair was long. He hadn’t gotten too close back at Bobby’s house, but the locks easily fell to her ass, but it wasn’t dull or lank. There were waves, and it looked silky to touch. The jeans and shirt she wore covered up her curves. They weren’t exactly flattering clothes, but what he’d felt up close, well, that had gotten him really interested.

This shouldn’t be happening to him. He didn’t want a woman in his life, or in any part of his world. It pissed him off to even be thinking about keeping her.

A virgin.

He wet his lips. Those were the words she whispered to him. No man had ever touched her. Lord tapped his fingers against his thigh as his men began to arrive. Reaper would have been the one to stay behind to see the end of the job done.

None of the men stopped to greet him as he stared at Ally, who continued to watch everything.

He saw her taking it all in like a damn sponge. She was so young and innocent. He didn’t know how Richard had managed to keep a daughter oblivious to the demons of this world. Lord ran a hand down his face, trying to clear the fog from his mind.

There was no denying what he wanted. Even now, his dick made it perfectly clear what he’d be happy to do.

Hating how weak he fucking felt at responding to a woman, he grabbed her arm none too gently and marched her through the clubhouse, going straight to his office. A couple of women tried to gain his attention, but one look at his face and they were all scampering away. No one wanted to be in the firing line, and he was ready to cause pain and destruction. He kicked his door closed and released Ally with a shove. She fell against his sofa, and he went straight to his liquor cabinet. A whiskey was what he needed.

After pouring himself a large shot, he downed it in one go. His body was becoming old and jaded. It didn’t even burn as it slid down anymore. The first time he’d tasted whiskey was when he was fourteen, not long after another beating from his stepfather. He never hit back, at least not that time. No, it had been a couple of weeks later that he’d finally punched the fucker back, and that feeling had given him a giant rush.

He pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on the sexy-as-fuck blonde in front of him. She sat, her legs closed, hands resting on her thighs. She looked sweet and kind. He didn’t want to think about kindness, not right now when he wanted to fuck her.

“Do you want to be mine?” he asked.

She frowned at him. “You said he didn’t sell me to you.”

“Didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t answer mine.”

He threw the glass down and charged at her. She shrank back as he put his hands at either side of her head, trapping her against the sofa. There was nowhere for her to escape, and that was exactly what he wanted. Even though she’d been camped out in Bobby’s trunk all night, she smelled good.

A virgin.

Lord couldn’t recall ever meeting such a woman in all of his life. The first time he had sex was with a woman in her thirties who was more than willing to teach a sixteen-year-old how to please a woman. He’d learned fast how to get what he wanted from the opposite sex.

With Ally in his life now, he wondered if he could have a little toy all to himself. Would she be willing to give herself to him to keep her life?

She swallowed hard. “You’re scaring me.”

“Good. I told you I intended to kill you. And look, you’re still breathing.”

“You think I should be grateful to you for that?”

He loved the fact she had a spine. No woman had spoken to him like this in a really long time. Stroking a finger down her cheek, he expected her to cower away, but little Ally was full of surprises as she didn’t respond. She glared at him.

Lord chuckled.

This was the most entertainment he’d experienced in ages. He sat back on the coffee table as he studied her. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”