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

Sliding his arm around her waist, he pulled her close. Her soft curves felt like heaven as they pressed against him.

The music turned up even louder. He didn’t care that it was a heavy beat and not the kind to slow dance to.

“You don’t believe I can take care of you,” he said.

“I haven’t said anything.”

“And you’re always sitting so far away, Ally. Why is that?”

She sighed and her gaze moved to his shoulder. “You can try to force your club to like me, Lord, but … they don’t. People whisper and they’re saying you killed someone for me. I didn’t ask for that.”

“I didn’t kill anyone for you.” The lie fell easily from his lips.

She tensed in his arms. “I’m not a child. You don’t need to keep treating me like one.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” She tilted her head back to look at him. “I’m not stupid. You lie so easily to me. You want to know why I can’t believe what you say. Can you even believe it?” She pulled out of his arms. “Thank you for the dance.”

She surprised him even more by grabbing her plate and throwing it in the trash. They were paper plates. No one liked doing the dishes after a nice barbeque feast.

He ran his hand through his hair and grit his teeth.

Lord wasn’t done with this conversation. Without looking at his men, he followed Ally into the clubhouse. She wasn’t in the kitchen, nor in the main room. It meant she’d already made her escape to his bedroom, which only served to piss him off.

She didn’t have to keep on hiding. The fact she didn’t believe him spoke volumes to him. He would’ve hurt anyone else who dared to question his authority.

No woman had him chasing after them.

It seemed he was constantly making exceptions when it came to Ally, which he didn’t fucking like.

Charging upstairs, he saw his bedroom was empty but the bathroom door was open. He walked in to find Ally already undressed. The shower was running and she tried to cover her body, but he’d already seen her completely naked. He wasn’t disappointed.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He walked right toward her, forcing her to take several steps back as he advanced until her back finally hit the wall, stopping her progress.

“You’re scaring me,” she said.

“No, I’m not.” He slammed his hands at either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the wall. “I’ve told you I won’t hurt you, and anything I do to you, you’re going to want.”

“I want to go home.”

“Well, you’re not getting that,” he said.

“Because you reneged on our deal and I’m not supposed to be here. I hate it here. I want to go home, and I don’t care how much that makes me sound like a child, it’s true.”

He stared at her. He liked that she still had fire. At least she was speaking to him, getting it all out.

Most women wanted to please him, not Ally.

He stroked her cheek, and she tensed up. There were still shadows of bruises on her face and body. Making a decision, he lifted her up, tossing her over his shoulder. She let out a cry. “Put me down.”

He did on the edge of the bed, where he spread her legs, exposing her sweet pussy to him. Her virgin cunt. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, keeping her open to him.

“What are you doing?”

“What I should have done the first night you were fucking here.” Pressing his face against her pussy, he licked and sucked at her clit, tasting her sweet virgin cunt for the first time. Damn, she was even better than he imagined. He’d never been the kind of man to eat pussy before, but he knew he was going to be spending a lot of time between Ally’s spread thighs. She was the best thing he’d ever tasted. After one lick of her, he wanted more.

Sliding his tongue back and forth across her clit, he glanced up to find her eyes closed. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly as if her life depended on it.

She was such a beautiful sight.

His cock was unbearably hard as he watched her, tasted her. He wanted to hear her come.

With her distracted, he opened the top button of his pants, sliding the zipper down. He’d stop if she asked, but tonight, she was going to belong to him.

****

Heaven.

Ally had no idea someone’s tongue could feel so amazing. She’d watched a few porno movies and seen a man going down on a woman, but she’d never given much thought as to how it would feel to have a man licking her between the thighs.

It was a heady experience. One she didn’t want to stop.

Even when he used his teeth to a point of almost too much pain, she didn’t want him to stop. Holding on to the bed as if it was a lifeline was all she could do.