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

“Lord.” She looked up at him, resting a hand on his bicep. He flinched for a moment, his muscles tensing. “Tell me what you want from me. Really want from me.”

He started to pull away again, but she held on to his sleeve.

“I don’t know, Ally. My life was just fine until you came along. Now, I don’t know what the fuck to think.” He took a breath. “I want more.”

“More?”

“I’m forty years old. The other brothers are fine fucking club pussy every night. They’re in heaven. It’s what they want,” he said. “It’s what I should want.”

“And now?” She held her breath.

“Now I want more. A worthy woman—innocent, sweet, mine. A virgin only I get to fuck. Kids. Nights watching movies. Feeling happy.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Does it?”

“I’m scared, Lord. Scared of being in a motorcycle club, of getting hurt again, of having my heart broken.”

“What about me, Ally? Am I a monster to you? Are you counting the days until I cut you loose?”

She shook her head, and before she could speak, his lips were on hers. He cupped the sides of her head, kissing deeply, desperately, as if his life depended on this one kiss. She was lost.

Falling, falling, falling.

When her knees grew weak, he scooped her up into his arms, effortlessly carrying her over to his big bed. He set her down, not breaking the kiss right away.

He rested a knee on the mattress. “If I let you leave right now, no debt, no retaliation, will you walk?”

She shrugged. “What life is there for me here?”

“One with me. By my side.”

“I’m not naïve. I know how it works in an MC. I couldn’t stand sharing you, wondering if you’re screwing around with one of the women around here.”

“Ally, If I claim you, you’re the only woman I’ll ever have eyes for. Just before my mother passed away, I remember swearing I’d never hurt my old lady the way she’d been hurt. It’s not who I am.”

“Old lady?”

“One day. That’s the goal, right?”

She wanted to belong to him, to belong period. Living on her own, pinching pennies, having no support system, it wasn’t an easy life. Love was a distant thought, something she never dreamed to obtain. If anything, she expected to be used by men, have her heart broken time and time again. From what she’d seen at the bar, most men were cheaters, and that was one thing her heart couldn’t take.

“Everyone here hates me.”

He smirked. His beard was coming in thicker. The way he looked at her brought her body to life, even though it had been broken earlier.

“Everyone will worship every step you take after tonight. We’re having a meeting, and I’ll set the club straight. It won’t be a problem.”

“What will you tell them?”

She wanted him to take ownership of her, to make her his old lady. But they’d only been together such a short time, and it was too soon. It didn’t stop her from wanting it, though. She worried he’d tire of her, change his mind once he got to know the real her.

“That you’re mine. And if anyone lays a finger on you, they’ll answer directly to me.”

Ally licked her lips. Right now, she wished her body wasn’t achy and bruised. She wanted Lord all over her, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. Even without their deal, she wanted him to have her virginity. Any other man would be a disappointment in comparison to Lord. He was all male, powerful, no holds barred, and apparently, he wanted her.

He trailed a finger along her cheek, down her neck, and over the swell of her breast. Her heart raced, her pussy throbbing. She breathed in shallow gasps, anticipating his next move.

He rested his forehead against hers. “Don’t ever feel ashamed of this body. Those club whores aren’t even in your league, baby girl. They give themselves away for free. You’re different. You’re all mine.”

She remembered how they’d taunted her. They reminded her of how fat and out of shape she was—a waste of space, covered in cellulite, worthless garbage. It had been an excruciating experience emotionally. How could the prez choose someone like her? Her self-esteem was so shattered, it was hard to accept any positive words from him.

“You could do better.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m partially to blame for his bullshit. I shouldn’t have tried to push you away, but it sure as hell wasn’t because I thought I could do better,” he said. “I went to that farm to kill you, but one look at you, and I fell hard. One fucking look and I was a goner. That doesn’t happen. It took me by surprise, and I didn’t like feeling weak. But this body of yours is all I can think about. You’re all woman. Perfect.”

“You’ve barely touched me.”