The Biker's Baby (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 10)

I shake my head, searching for the words to tell him I hate him right now. For playing my game. Employing my own tactics. Using sex against me. The bastard.

“I’m going to find out tomorrow. Better you tell me, so I don’t react hotheaded tomorrow.”

“You think I want to discuss this while I’m naked when you got me close then ripped it away.”

He cups my pussy. “You’re still wet for me.”

“Get off me.” I buck my hips. “I hate you.”

“Nah, you love me.”

“You’re insane.” I jerk under him, but he continues to grin and hold me between my legs.

“You’re mine, Karma. Just tell me. Party is over. No more bullshit and running.”

“You’re a bastard.” I squirm but all that does is create a delicious friction against his hand.

“You mad?”

“What do you think?” I glare at him, putting my best effort into channeling the ‘I hate you stare.’

His hand goes away, and I want to cry even more because it felt good. But then he shifts and comes right back with his cock. Rubbing the head against my slit, teasing me, getting the tip good and wet in my juices.

My teeth sink into my bottom lips as tears roll down my cheeks.

He slides in one hard thrust that has me crying out.

“Tell me.” His hips roll into me.

“Tell you what?” I play dumb. All I want is that orgasm he teased me with then I’m leaving.

“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me what you’re hiding from me. Give me it all, darlin’. I promise you’re safe with me.”

“I can’t. You’ll hate me.”

“I could never,” he vows and thrusts hard and deep. “You’re mine, Karma. Good and bad. I want it all.”

It’s too much too fast. I’m not in a place to be the woman he thinks he sees when he looks at me. God, do I wish I were. I’ve never wanted anything more. Yet I can’t pretend.

Hound does another roll of his hips taking me achingly slow.

“Fuck, don’t you get it. It doesn’t matter what you tell me. It won’t change a damn thing. I wanted you years ago. I want you now and always.”

“It’s the cartel,” I blurt. “Archer’s dead and it’ll be pinned on me. I know it.”

“We’ll get through it.” He stops talking and gets back to it, giving it to me good. So good that for a while all my troubles drift away. I tuck the bad away and enjoy this little slice of good.

I get on top, riding him hard and steady, controlling the rhythm as our bodies move together like one.

This is my bad karma.

I know I’ll never find another man like Darius.

A man who’d go to the ends of the earth for me, but I can’t let him, his club, and especially not my brother go to war for me. I never should have come here. I should have kept driving south for the border to disappear for good. I stare down at him and know what I should do. Fuck him till he falls asleep and slip off like a thief in the night.

If I can make it through the rest of the night without breaking.

I grip his shoulders and lean forward to kiss him. Savoring everything about him. Wishing I could stay. Wishing I could be selfish enough to let him slay my demons. I thought I could do this, but I need to face Carlos on my own. I need to slay the dragon.

I’m no damsel in distress. That’s not me.

His hand glides over my hip then back to my ribs.

“Tomorrow. After church. My name right here. Prez knows I intend to claim you.”

I freeze. My throat closes up and my heart seizes in my chest.

“Gonna be a vote tomorrow about this trouble you’re in.”

I’m too late. Time has run out. I’m going to get them all killed.

I slide my palm over his jaw. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Not asking for permission. I meant what I said. You’re mine. I know it. Everyone else knows it. It’s time you accept it and come home for good. Be with me. Let me love you.” His hips flex, and he hits me in the right spot and there’s no stopping my orgasm as I shatter around him.

His arms cage around me, rolling me onto my back, never losing our connection. “Say it, Karma,” he demands.

I can’t keep fighting him. “I’m yours,” I submit.

“About fucking time.” He kisses me then fucks me till I fall asleep.