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

There was a time her clothes had been too tight.

Not anymore.

She closed her eyes, mortified as he felt how wet she was. His dominance aroused her even more, when it should have sickened her. She’d never bowed down to a man, not even her father. She wasn’t a pushover, and yet here she was with a total stranger threatening her life, and she was panting for more.

This wasn’t her. Or was it?

“So, my little virgin, you think this is you not being wet?” He chuckled as he rubbed his nose against her cheek, going around to her neck and biting down on her pulse. The sharp bite of his teeth felt so good. “I bet I could have you riding my dick like a good little slut.”

She moaned.

Damn him.

“You’re not saying stop.”

She wanted to. Her lips opened to scream the word, but he did something magical over her clit. She’d touched herself many times, but she hadn’t been able to make it feel this good. What was he doing to her? This was better than anything she’d ever experienced.

All of a sudden, the pleasure was gone.

Ally opened her eyes and her mouth parted as he put his fingers to his own and licked her right off him.

“You know, Ally, I’ve got a proposition for you.”

She couldn’t even think, and he wanted to negotiate. She didn’t have the first clue how to react right now. All she wanted to do was take his hand and shove it right back into her panties, but that wasn’t right. She wasn’t a whore.

“What do you want?” she asked.

Where she was able to find the words was beyond her. Talking wasn’t exactly in her wheelhouse right now. He took her hand and moved her back toward the sofa.

She let out a little gasp as his door was suddenly rattled and shouting could be heard from beyond, but no one came in.

He picked up her glass of whiskey and swallowed it down. He’d taken three shots and still looked normal. No signs of him appearing tipsy or the alcohol going to his head. Working in a bar, she’d watched men turn nasty from drinking.

“Do you want to live?” he asked.

“You know I do.” She had so much to live for. It was corny, but she wanted the four kids, a husband, a beautiful home, many dogs and cats, rabbits as well. Living with nothing and no one, she wanted it all.

Dying because of her father wasn’t an option, not for her. He hadn’t been worth the time to even mourn. She knew it made her a bad person to think that, but she was more than glad he was dead.

The smile he gave her didn’t exactly make her feel safe or happy.

“I’ll allow you to live, but in return…” He stopped and kept on looking at her. Ally didn’t interrupt. She knew whatever he was thinking couldn’t be good. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she waited. Her nerves picked up with every passing second. “Your body is mine to do with as I please.”

She wasn’t expecting that. “Excuse me?”

“I want you to be my fuck toy.”

Silence rang out.

A fuck toy?

Ally couldn’t believe she’d heard him right, but with the way he looked at her, there was no mistaking his meaning. He knew what he wanted.

Avoiding his gaze, she stared down at her hands. She’d been pressing her nails into the flesh of her thighs. The sharp bite of pain made her stop.

“You … you, want to have sex with me?” she asked. She didn’t dare look up.

Sex.

He reached out, his finger going to her chin. He tilted her head back so she had no choice but to look at him. He didn’t allow her to take an inch.

“Yes. What I want, Ally, is for you to be mine. Your tits, ass, and pussy, they’re all mine. You’ll be at my beck and call. You won’t work. I keep odd hours, so where I go, you’ll go. No one else is allowed to touch you. You’re going to be mine to use.”

She licked her lips.

“Don’t make any mistake. I’m not offering you love or a lifetime. When I’m done with you and bored, you can go.”

“Just like that?”

“You value your life, so you won’t run to the cops.”

She wouldn’t rat. They’d already killed a cop right in front of her, so they’d have no problem doing it again or killing her. She wasn’t an idiot. Even if he was to let her leave now, she wouldn’t even tell her best friend what she’d witnessed. She thought about Becky.

“I have … my friend, Becky. She’ll probably be worried about me. We’ve gotten close the past couple of years. She’d notice if I disappeared.”

Lord grabbed his cell phone. “Give me her details.”

She nibbled on her lip.

“Ally, I either kill you tonight, or you get to live. Also, if you don’t make the right choice, your friend will be on the kill list as well.”