Page 14 of Throttle

I grit my teeth, standing up and dumping my half-eaten breakfast into the trash before seeking Venom out. He and I need to have some words regarding my new assignment.

When I arrive at his office, I don’t bother knocking, an offense that could have him kicking my ass. But I don’t give two shits. We need to talk. I push my way inside, finding him hunched over his desk and sifting through piles of paper. I stand in front of him, silently demanding his attention. When he doesn’t look up, I realize he isn’t going to acknowledge me, so I take the initiative.

“You gotta find someone else, Prez. That woman is a bitch.”

“Can’t do your job?” Venom questions, keeping his head down as he continues to work. “One little girl too much for you to handle?” His voice drips with condescension and I can practically hear him grinning.

“Of course, not. But she’s?—”

“What? Too pretty for you? Or too smart?” He snorts, a stab of annoyance pricking my chest. “I promised an old friend we’d look after her. Sienna is family to him, which makes her our family. So you need to figure out your shit because she stays with you for as long as I say she does. Now, unless you’re giving up your patch, I suggest you get the fuck outta my office and don’t come at me with this bullshit again.” The finality in his tone lets me know our brief conversation is over. And he never looked up once.

Fucking hell. I clench my jaw and leave without another word.

He had my number before I opened my damn mouth. Probably even knows I kissed the fuck out of her and was this close to fucking her into tomorrow. The man knows everything and it’s irritating as shit. But that’s why he’s our Prez and everyone fears and respects him, whether they’re in this MC or not.

Cursing my situation under my breath, I wander aimlessly around the clubhouse before going back to my room. I’ve given Sienna plenty of time to get dressed and calm that bratty attitude of hers. I’m hoping she’s come to her senses and can act civilized, instead of treating me like I’m some dirty biker who’s beneath her. If she keeps that shit up, Daddy’s going to have to put her in her place.

Then again, maybe that’s just what she needs...

Thoughts of her curvy body draped over my knee as I spank her plush ass make my cock twitch in my jeans. The graceful features of her angelic face expressing pleasure and pain while she takes her punishment like a good little slut… I can almost smell her arousal, imagine her pussy dripping and coating her delicious thighs. Thighs I want to smother me, while she grips my headboard and rides my face with my tongue deep in her juicy cunt.

What the fuck did she do to me with that kiss?

Blinking away my salacious thoughts, I push open my door to find Sienna watching TV from the center of my king-sized bed. Her hair is wet from a recent shower, the ends slightly curling. My eyes trail her body, appreciating how good she looks in the blacked ripped jeans and fitted white tee I picked out for her. I knew she’d look hot, but honestly I wanted to see her in something different from the snooty business suit she wore last night. I just didn’t imagine she’d look this good.

Noticing my presence, she turns her head to face me. “So… thanks for the clothes. I guess this is how biker girls dress?” Her cheeks redden as she giggles nervously, which only serves to draw my attention to her pouty mouth again.

“Well, it suits you.”

She returns her focus to whatever show she was watching, appearing almost innocent and childlike as she sits with her legs crossed and her hands in her lap. Makes me feel bad for how we left things after that heated kiss, like maybe I need to smooth them over.

“Listen—” I start with a heavy sigh, but the words die off as a shrill ringing blares through the room. I pull out my phone and glance at the screen before my gaze hardens while reading my text.

“Something wrong?” Sienna asks, and I lift my eyes to hers.

“Club shit,” I respond tersely.

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means I gotta take care of something.” I return my phone to my pocket and move toward the door. “I need to head out. Stay here and wait until I get back.”

Her brow wrinkles and she’s quiet for a moment. “Will I be safe here, while you’re gone?”

The anxiety I hear in her voice hits me in the chest. I pivot around, taking in the way her eyes beg for reassurance. All her sass has evaporated and I have a sudden epiphany. When she arrived last night, looking around the clubhouse and observing my brothers, she wasn’t afraid of or disgusted by the people inside these walls. She was terrified that the monsters outside would find a way to breach them.

I swear those fuckers will never put their hands on her again.

“You’re safe here. And you’re safe with me.”

Sienna stares at me for a long moment before finally nodding. “Then go. I promise I’ll be here when you get back.” Seconds feel like minutes while I commit her beautiful face to my memory, my hand tightening on the doorknob. “Go,” she repeats with a subtle smile, and this time I don’t hesitate.

“I’m holding you to that promise, Princess.” The urge to kiss her again burns through me, but I press it down, forcing myself to leave.

I want to stay and make sure she’s safe, but club business is calling and it won’t be ignored. In less than twenty-four hours, this insolent little sex siren has captured my attention and I feel an inherent need to protect her. This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to dismiss my duty to my brothers—something I’d never actually do. But I’m finding it hard to resist the temptation. Just like I’m finding it hard to resist her.

A motherfucking setup.

Two of our brothers were arrested last night but no one can figure out why. We may do some illegal shit, but we make sure to keep our game tight. And it’s rare we run into any trouble with the cops. No, this was definitely a setup.

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