Page 60 of Priest

This man is not only sweet, but the most generous, beautiful creature I’ve ever met.

He’s a biker and a bit of a badass, but he helps people in need, abstains from sex like he really is a priest, and didn’t even use me to get off like most men would have. I encouraged it, and yet he still refused to fuck me. Him coming like that in his boxers was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Something about him hanging onto his last bit of restraint has me feeling things that I never thought possible. I want this man to not only take me, but destroy me for any other man. I don’t care that this is more one-sided and I’m more into him than he is me — none of that matters.

I made him feel that way.

I’m the one who held the power and made him come undone.

Mine is the name he cursed when he lost control, and that’s what I’m holding onto.

“I’m not afraid,” I say out of nowhere. “Of the clubhouse, I mean. I’m not a delicate little flower, Priest. I can hold my own.”

He turns to look at me. “I know that. You’re strong, Bella. I just never want to make you uncomfortable.”

“But you have business there?”

“Yes, and there’ll be a party of some sort goin’ on. I have to talk to my prez.”

“About me?”

His eyes soften. “Yes. And about Rueben. I checked around today and nobody’s seen him. Delores said she thinks he was stayin’ at some refuge downtown, but they said he comes and goes.”

I’d almost forgotten about that asshole. “Well, I’m sure he’ll show up sooner or later. More’s the pity.”

He’s deadly serious when he says. “He’s goin’ to pay for what he did to you, Bella. Do you understand that I keep my promises?”

“I don’t want you to kill him.”

He frowns. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you will hurt him?”

“Yes. It might make him remember his manners, though I highly doubt it.”

“Is this what you do in the club?”

“No. That’s normally Tag and Harlem, my club brothers who keep everythin’ in order, and trust me, if those guys get involved, Rueben won’t be just walkin’ with a limp, he’ll be pickin’ out his own coffin.”

I shudder at the thought, knowing that he’s a creep and deserves a fate that means he won’t get to hurt anyone else ever again. I wonder how many women he’s done this to that don’t have a voice?

When Priest offers his hand, I take it. He has his motorcycle jacket on; it has his name on a dirty patch on the front, and his club skull emblem with NOLA REBELS MC on the back. He looks different with it on. More badass than usual. Covering up his tattoos except the ones creeping up his neck.

“Is this how your club deals with men like him?”

He snorts. “He’s not a man. He’s a scumbag for pickin’ on a woman. And my club takes out the trash. Despite what you might think, they’re good guys.”

“Are you sure you want me to come with you?” I want him to say the words. That he wants me there. Even though this is the riskiest, most stupid thing I could possibly do.

“Only if you want to. I have business to deal with and I don’t want to leave you alone.”

I cast my eyes downward. “Are we going to talk about what happened this morning?” My cheeks flush when I think about what took place between us and how good it felt.

“We did talk. You asked me if I felt the same connection you do, and we all know how that ended.”

He doesn’t even look embarrassed about what he did in his boxers. The man came in his pants. Why is that so freaking hot?

“Okay.”

“And I shouldn’t have done that,” he adds. My disappointment must show on my face because he frowns, lifting my chin until my eyes reach his. “Not because you aren’t beautiful, Bella, but because I’m here to help you. I never brought you here to fuck you… or to get into your panties. I should have more resistance.” His words. Oh my, his words. The idea that I make him come undone sparks a flame inside me low in my belly.

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