Tempting The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 3)

“Shit is complicated.” He slides a finger inside me, and I melt at the connection. My eyes roll back in my head when he adds a second digit to the mix. “There’s my girl,” he grits, coming in for a kiss.

I roll my lips inward to deny him, but my body hums for him. Craves his touch.

“Playing hard to get?”

“No. Stop it. I’m not yours. I don’t want this. I don’t want you.” I push at his shoulders.

“Liar. So full of shit they can smell you in Kentucky. Kiss me,” he demands. His liquor tainted breath washes over me.

“Eat shit.”

“How about I eat your sweet cunt instead?” he drops to his knees to worship me. Rubbing his face between my legs he kisses my clit, sucking the sensitive skin. “Fuck, Lex. Best pussy.” Squeezing my tit as I try to wiggle away from him, he ignores my cries of protest. “God damn, I don’t know what I’ve missed more. Eating you till you come or you riding me till I blow.”

His filthy talk shouldn’t set my soul on fire, but it does.

He strokes himself with one hand and plays with my pussy with the other. Can’t fight it or deny it. As fucked up as it is, I want him. I want him so bad I could cry. Against my better judgment I lay back and stop resisting. Getting a grip on his hair I ride his fingers while he tongues my clit until I come. I’ve not been with anyone since him. Tanner tried. He was patient and sweet, but eventually his patience gave out and he took off.

“That’s it, Lex. You don’t want me. Don’t like it when I do this either, right?” He grins then laps at my pussy, licking me like he can’t get enough.

I’m still in the throes of my orgasm when he snakes up my body and shoves his thick cock inside me. A shudder and jolt ripples through him as my pussy contracts around his dick.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck. Nothing better. So damn good. Your pretty little pussy curves to my dick.” And then he’s moving fast and furious, fucking me as if his life depends on it.

We’re feral animals rutting. Heavy grunts pass between us. Teeth nipping and tasting. Sweat dripping, blood pumping, bodies slapping together in a rhythm that’s erotic and primal. He kisses me hard and deep. I hate myself for loving him. For loving how well our bodies fit. How he knows what buttons to push. How to play my body.

I wish I could be stronger, but when it comes to this man, I’d do almost anything he asks of me just to be with him. I’m pathetic. I lift my hips, seeking him out, wanting him to go deeper and harder.

“No more dancing, Lex.”

I go still. I found one thing I won’t give him. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

He draws out and slams back in. “Promise me.”

“Get off.” I press against his chest.

“I don’t like it. Don’t want my brothers staring at you and imagining fucking what’s mine.”

My hand flies up and whips across his cheek.

Nostrils flaring, he wraps a hand around my throat and gives me a squeeze in warning. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.”

I gasp. Tears sprint down my cheeks, hot and fast as though they are racing. “Let me up.”

“You’re mine, Lex. Told you I’m a possessive bastard. We’re through when I say, and I didn’t fucking say.” Murder fucks me harder than before as though he needs to remind me or possibly punish me.

Our gazes meet. He gives me his imperfectly perfect smile then pulls out to finish on my belly. Dropping his forehead to mine he holds still a beat before pushing away.

“I’m not gonna stop ya know. I don’t need you or your false promises. I can take care of myself. Like always.”

“Lex...I.” he drops his head then snaps it back up in a flash. Intense and snarling, his eyes narrow on me. Angers pours from his stare, rolling off him in waves. “I warned you. You’re in my fucking world. You don’t get to decide when you leave. If I want to fuck you, you’ll spread them legs for me. If I give you money, I expect you to spend it on my God damned kid.”

I jump up and grab a tissue from the side table to wipe my stomach off. “I’m going to say this one more time. I’m not your property. Wylla Mae is my daughter. She doesn’t belong to you. You don’t know her. You’ve never held her. Fed her. Changed her. You know nothing about what it’s like for us. You wanna fuck someone...go get one of your whores at your clubhouse. Or better yet why don’t you go home to your wife you’re so devoted to and ask her how my pussy tastes, huh?”

In one swift movement he’s back in my face, hand on my throat again. “I should just knock you up again.”

“I’m not Ruthie,” I grit in his face, holding back my tears. “Go home to your pregnant wife and stay the hell out of my life. I don’t want you. I don’t need you and I sure as fuck don’t love you. Leave me alone, Murder.”

“Not till you get it through your head that this is the way shit’s gonna be until I say otherwise. Anyone touches what’s mine...” he grabs me between the legs again. “I’ll fucking kill them. Behave accordingly. Don’t fuck around on me. Do as your told.”