Bred by the MC Prez (Breeding Season 5)

She smiled and picked up the menu. “What’s good here?”

“Probably nothing. It’s all probably horrible as fuck, but it’s food and it’ll fill a gap. You learn not to be picky. Trust me.”

Beth had no intention of being picky. Staring at the variety of food, she wondered how she was going to pick. There was so much, and she was hungry.

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Forge had never taken the time to watch a woman eat.

Food was food.

He’d never understood why men and women used it to enhance their sex life. There was no way anyone was drizzling honey over his fucking chest. He didn’t do sticky shit like that. Sex was hard, it was a cock in a pussy, mouth, or ass. It could be dirty without food.

Watching Beth was a whole new experience. Not only did she look full of life just by ordering herself a huge bucket of nacho fries, but when she put the first one in her mouth, she looked like she was having an orgasm.

He didn’t know if he should be jealous of a piece of food.

After she finished her nacho, fully loaded plate of fries, she went for a slice of chocolate cheesecake, and his dick couldn’t take anymore.

He paid for their food and took her around the back of the diner, slamming her up against the side of the building. He sank his fingers in her hair, kissing her hard.

Pulling away, he stared into her eyes. “Touch me.”

“How?”

He took her hands and placed them around his neck. “Like this. You can even touch my head if you want.”

“I’m sorry. I’m not used to being able to touch,” she said.

“What about kissing?”

“There’s a lot I haven’t been allowed,” she said. “I’m not allowed to touch, kiss, or be near anyone. The nannies I had always had to keep their distance. I was to sit at a desk, learn, and then go to my room.”

“You’ve been denied everything,” he said.

“I don’t know if I’m goin

g to annoy you. Like with the food, I wasn’t allowed to order my own food. It has always been ordered for me. I’m not allowed to have a voice, Forge. I’m to be quiet and have no say in what happens in my life. My dad always said I didn’t know what I wanted and could never be trusted.” Her teeth sank into her lip.

“Do you enjoy being your father’s pet?” he asked.

“No. I wanted to get away so many times, but he knew. There were guards and they’d drag me back. I’ve tried to escape so many times. I hate him. I hate him so much.” She wrapped her arms around him and Forge, he held her close.

Fuck.

She was supposed to only be a toy for him. A woman to carry his baby. But within a matter of hours, Beth had already gotten under his skin and now he couldn’t fucking think without his thoughts being dominated by this woman.

Taking her lips once again, he pressed his dick against her stomach, and he wanted inside her. He wouldn’t do it around the back of the diner for their first time. There was a lot of shit he had to do, and riding out with Beth wasn’t one of them.

He’d already gotten Hound to cancel his appointment with one of his intel guys. He wanted to get some more information on Beth’s father. Mr. Peterson had a couple of deals in high places, one of them being with the cartels bringing drugs into the city. Forge didn’t like anyone going over his head, and he’d been having a few issues when it came to the cartel and turf wars with other clubs.

He had his informants always willing to find him the information he needed and that was where he should have been heading, but taking Beth anywhere near the lion’s den right now didn’t appeal to him. He didn’t know if he could trust her. With how her father had always treated her though, he had to wonder if it was all an act.

Peterson was an asshole, greedy and manipulative, but he was always in it for himself, which never failed to make him an easy target. Had the bastard always been priming Beth to take the fall for his bad deeds and debts?

No one else was getting to Beth. She now belonged to him and there was no way he’d be letting her go. And although he wouldn’t fuck her around the back of a diner, he could play.

Kissing down her neck, he flicked his tongue over her pulse before biting down and hearing her feminine cry, but it wasn’t filled with pain. No, when it came to Beth, he only ever wanted her to feel pleasure and he couldn’t wait for her to be writhing on his cock, begging him for it.