Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 1)

Already have someone looking into that, baby.

“And what would happen if I just turned you loose and sent you back home to your family?” I ask, smirking when her head pops up in surprise.

For a fleeting second, she looks so hopeful. I’m learning a lot just from her expressions. But then her face falls.

She sighs as she reaches for the bottom hem of her shirt—well, my shirt—and pulls it over her head. No fucking underwear. Now I’m distracted as hell, and I slowly slide to the edge of the bed, moving to be just beside where she has laid out the selection of clothing.

“Stay naked while you speak,” I tell her, feeling like a bit of an ass with that command, but not giving a damn.

Her body tenses, but she doesn’t argue. At all.

“If you were to set me free this early, Benny would think I’d screwed up and pissed you off or begged to be set free. Possibly think I was inadequate. I honestly don’t know, but I know he wouldn’t just let me return home and pretend as though I don’t have a debt to pay.”

The fear is real. Or else she’s a hell of an actress. But she seems more afraid of Benny than she does me. Appearances can be deceiving. I make Benny look amateur. But maybe she’s afraid for another reason.

Benny might actually go and kill her family. Perhaps he’s already threatened to. He wants something, and she’s the center of it all. I just have to keep an eye on him and wait for him to make his move.

“How’d a girl like you run into a guy like Benny?” I ask, unable to keep my hands off her any longer.

Her soft skin has been on my mind all day. Softest damn thing I’ve ever felt. Her curves are placed in all the right places, and her beautiful tits will fuck with my head even after I’ve had my fill of her.

I tug her to me, pulling her down until she’s straddling my lap. Her pebbled nipples are the first clue that she’s not exactly immune to me—by any means. Even though she’s wary, she can’t seem to help herself.

My mouth moves over her nipple, and her breath leaves in a harsh rush as she grips onto my shoulders.

“I asked you a question,” I remind her softly, moving my attention to her other nipple as she tries to find the ability to form words.

“I know Ben. His son. We went to school together. He took me to his dad when I needed help. Benny gave me this one and only option.”

Her head falls back as her legs spread wider, and she allows herself to sink down on me fully.

So she’s friends with the boy that doesn’t have the stomach for our work. I can actually picture that.

Her dark hair falls forward when she leans into me, and I tilt my head, barely holding back a small laugh. She wants to kiss me. Interesting.

I smirk as I flip her to be on the bed, and her eyes widen in surprise.

“You should keep something in mind,” I say as I stand up, pulling my shirt over my head.

Her eyes go to my stomach, slowly sliding down to my waist where I’ve started undoing my jeans. Her chest rises and falls more rapidly as her breaths increase, and I take my time. Once I’ve shed my jeans, I walk back over to her, letting her soak in the sight of me as I crawl over her body.

I tilt her head up as I poise the tip of my cock at her soaking wet entrance. Her sharp intake of air is erotic as hell when I press just a little more inside her. Fuck, she’s so damn tight.

“You don’t want to cross me,” I say, teasing her lower lip with my thumb as I push my cock inside her just a little farther.

The fact she’s this turned on with very little effort is fucking killing me.

Biting back a groan, I try to keep my composure, waiting on her to respond.

“I’m not going to,” she whispers, arching her hips almost involuntarily as a war goes on behind her eyes.

I pull back and slam into her, forcing her back to bow off the bed, and a cry of pleasure to fall from her lips. She’s pretty fucking beautiful—especially right now.

“Good,” I growl, picking up a powerful rhythm that has her clamping her legs around my waist. “Because if you think Benny is scary, you’ll be fucking terrified of me.”

Fear flashes through her eyes, and for a brief second, I almost feel guilty. But when her walls clench and damn near strangle my cock, I see her struggling even more with the war within her. Lust, confusion, and fear all teem inside her fuck-me eyes.