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

He smirked but kept quiet.

“Do you have a chef working here?”

“A couple,” he said.

She wasn’t expecting that answer. There was very little she knew about the inner workings of a motorcycle club. What she’d learned had been from patrons at the bar, things she’d overheard when they got too loud. Other than that, everything was new to her.

After eating her fill, she picked at a few of the sweets. They looked like they were taken straight from the display case of a bakery.

“I haven’t eaten this good … ever,” she said.

“You’re joking.”

She shook her head. “I’m not.” Ally wiped her mouth with a napkin and plopped back on the oversized pillow.

“Things are going to change. You’ll never go hungry again. Your bastard father didn’t deserve a daughter like you.”

Ally twisted to the side to face him. God, he was sexy as fuck. “You talk like I’m something special. I’m not.”

“You’re a lot more than you think.”

She bit her lower lip, knowing she was about to throw his words back in his face. “I’m a fuck toy, remember?”

“Nothing wrong with that. You’re mine. That means only I’m allowed to play. The brothers have the club whores, but they’ll never have you.”

“And you’re the prez. You get anyone you want.”

He never refuted. All he did was stare, unnerving her, like he could read her innermost thoughts. Maybe more.

“I guess it’s true about green eyes.”

Chapter Five

Lord never slept next to a woman. He’d used them for years. They weren’t worth getting to know. More often than not, they were a complete waste of time other than having a pussy, ass, and mouth. Staring at Ally, he had to wonder when he’d lost his fucking mind.

Twenty-four hours she’d been in his life and already, she was curled up against him like a kitten. He’d put on a horror movie last night. She wasn’t into it at all and spent most of her time hiding behind her hands. It had been cute, watching her. All his life, he’d never met anyone like her.

Sliding out of the bed, he moved toward his en-suite shower. His cock was rock hard after being next to her all night long. That soft, supple body ready for the taking.

Turning the water to cold, he allowed the spray to wash down his body to rinse off the night and fog of the morning. He had shit to do, and sticking around watching Ally wasn’t part of his plan.

He needed to get an update on the whore and the Skull Nation MC and to see what he had to do to deal with it. He didn’t like anyone attempting to take his turf. The whore could have been lying about how she got that fucking slash. He’d learned a long time ago never to take anything at face value.

Lord touched his own face, wondering what Ally thought of his scars. She didn’t stare at him like some people did. In fact, he’d noticed she rarely looked at him at all. Her gaze was either past his shoulder or on his chest. The few times he did catch her looking at him, she’d quickly avert her gaze.

After finishing in the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and entered the bedroom to find Ally sitting up in bed.

“Morning,” she said.

“Shower is free. There’s a clean toothbrush underneath the sink. I’ll have some clothes ready for you on the bed.”

“I have my own clothes back at my place,” she said.

He walked over to her and she shrank back as he put his hands on either side of her body, trapping her in. “Does it look like I give a fuck about what you’ve got in your old life, Ally?”

“You … you don’t have to worry about me or clothes. That’s all I meant. I’ve got plenty back home.”

A new insecurity crept up on Lord. He was getting too attached to this girl. The thought of losing her or her wanting her old life unnerved him. He was back in his childhood, hoping for love and compassion but knowing he’d only get pain and rejection. Wanting something he’d never get would only make him weak. Women were fickle and letting down his guard would be one big fucking mistake.

Ally was only riding this out so she could live and return to her old life.

Shaking his head, he stood. “Go shower. I’ll tell you what you can and cannot wear.” He turned his back on her, going to his closet. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt, he began to get dressed. Ally hadn’t returned by the time he was ready. He checked the time, and still nothing. He wasn’t a patient man.

He stormed to the bathroom about to bark orders at her, but when he got to the threshold, he stopped. Ally couldn’t know he was close, and as he listened, he heard her sobbing. These were not weak tears nor an attempt to try to gain attention. The shower cover hid her from view, but he saw the shadow of her crouched down in the bottom. Her hands over her mouth as she tried to muffle the sound.