The Thrall (Seven Sins MC 3)

Did demons read minds?

Or was the truth simply written all over my face?

"I'd let you take a ride too," he said, arranging everything back in the plastic bags. "But right now, we need to ride my bike, and get the fuck out of here," he said, moving toward the door where he'd dropped a large backpack, reaching inside to grab a handful of clothes, then shoving the food inside. "We gotta get you dressed first, though," he said, making his way back to me. "Can't have you on the bike in a fucking cocktail dress in the middle of the day," he explained, kneeling in front of me, grabbing the hem of my dress, and working it upward.

A bigger woman would have told him that I was pretty sure I could undress and redress myself.

Hell, a sane woman would do that.

Sane women didn't let random demon bikers strip them out of their clothing after barely knowing them. And being drugged by them. Regardless of the circumstances.

But, apparently, sanity was no longer a trait I possessed.

Because I let Drex slide the dress up over my thighs, yanking hard to get it out from under my butt I was still sitting on, then pulling it higher. Up my sides, his knuckles teasing up my ribs, the sides of my breasts, then yanking the dress free.

"Fuck," he hissed as he tossed it aside, noticing my bare breasts, my barely-there nude thong.

He didn't look away. He didn't protect my modesty.

I shouldn't have been turned on by the way his eyes roamed over me, the way they heated as they looked at my breasts.

"I thought you said you didn't fuck him," Drex said, making my body jerk at his sudden touch. Right at the top of my breast.

My gaze shot down, seeing his big hands on my soft flesh, touching two small scars over the swell of my breast.

Fang marks.

"I didn't," I insisted, taking a deep breath. I tried to tell myself it was to steady myself for the admission. But I knew it was because I wanted to expand my chest, to push my breast against his warm palm. "He took whatever advantages he could," I told Drex. And, okay, fine, maybe I took another deep breath. And maybe the cold in the root cellar was hardening my nipple against his hand. And maybe as he realized this, Drex's inhaled breath shook in his chest.

"Noticed that trait," he agreed, gaze on mine, his eyes blazing. They almost seemed slightly redder in that moment. But, no, that made no sense. "How's your back?" he asked, making the desire dissipate immediately at the mention of the humiliation and pain I'd been put through the night before.

"I... I don't know," I admitted. The pain of the enthrallment had overtaken me entirely. And then the drugs had done their job to numb any pain I might have felt from the paddling.

There had to have been damage, though. I'd remembered feeling the trickle of blood as Irina led me outside.

"I should check," he told me, moving his hand away, but I could have sworn his fingertips brushed over my nipple for a second before he dropped his arm. "Come on," he demanded, reaching for my arms, pulling me to my feet. "Can you stand?"

I couldn't exactly feel my legs very well, but they seemed to be doing their job regardless.

"Yeah."

With that, his hands went to my hips, sinking in a bit as he turned me to face the dirt wall. His hands slid behind me, settling just above the barely-there waistband of my thong.

A low, growling sound escaped him then. Angry. And it should not have sounded as sexy as it did. Still, I felt a tightening in my core at the primal sound of it.

"Is it bad?" I asked.

There was another of those growls, but lower, as one of his hands moved, slipping down, gliding over the side of my ass. Then, I kid you not, under it. Like, the man was cupping one of my ass cheeks.

I felt like my system short-circuited at that moment. Desire pinged off of sleepy nerve endings. It burned in my core. It made a deep, aching pain start between my thighs.

There seemed to be no stopping the whimper that escaped me as my body arched back into him.

Drex's hand slipped to my thigh again as he sucked in a deep breath. "You don't want to play with me, Nova. I'm not a good man. I won't turn you down because you're traumatized or grateful or because you're riding the tail-end of that drug cocktail."

"I... I didn't ask you to turn me down," I said, leaning more of my weight into him. "You're so warm," I mumbled as his fingertips dug into my hipbone hollow. I'd almost gotten cold to my iron-deprived coldness, the way I never truly felt warm. Especially around the vampires who were always cold.