Page 13 of Sinful Secrets

“Oh, did she? And what did she tell you to say when I asked?”

“She said to tell you to keep Vlad the Impaler on a tight leash and not to let that thing out.” She laughs then pauses. “Who is Vlad?”

My jaw drops. Fucking Flo. “It’s, err, um, nothing, just an inside joke,” I lie. I don’t get why she would think I would do anything with Bambi, I haven’t even said I fucking like her. Well, I suppose if given the chance I would probably screw her. Who am I kidding? If it was under different circumstances, I would be buried deep in her right now.

“Khan, Khan,” Bambi repeats my name.

“What?” I ask, snapping out of my own thoughts.

“I asked if you read books?” she asks.

“Sorry, daydreaming. I, err, no, I haven’t read in a really long time. It’s not something I have time for, it’s not really who I am anymore,” I answer honestly.

“Oh, okay.” She sighs sadly, going quiet again. I reach forward and hold her chin, making her look at me.

“Don’t go all quiet on me now, Bambi, ask me anything and I will answer honestly. I am an open fucking book.” I wink.

She bites her bottom lip, smiling. Fuck, the things I would do to that mouth. Fuck, I need to snap out of it, and I really need to get laid.

“I don’t know what to ask,” she mumbles. I turn off the movie and pull out my phone.

“If you don’t know what to ask, then I will let you experience some new things. Like music.” I smile whilst scrolling through my songs.

“Oh, I love music. Sometimes Brother Jerimiah plays guitar at our services. Only on special occasions though.” She beams up at me excitedly.

I hit play and music plays out throughout the cabin. It may not have air con or cable, but if bikers have got to have one thing, it’s a kick-ass sound system.

“What is this?” she asks with her hands over her ears. I laugh.

“It’s Muse, ‘Plug in Baby.’ Too loud for you?” I laugh.

“It’s… It’s loud, the sound is not the same as Jeremiah’s guitar, it vibrates through me,” she answers, her face scrunched up all cute. I scroll through to find another song.

“What about this?” I hit play as Red Hot Chilli Peppers fills the cabin. She pauses for a moment and smiles, nodding her head. She gets up and starts swaying, her eyes closed, dancing to the music as a smile plays across her lips. I am fixated, I can’t tear my eyes from her. She lets out a laugh, spinning around, stopping in front of me and reaching out, taking my hand, tugging me to join in with her.

“Darlin’, bikers don’t dance.” I smirk.

She ignores me and continues to dance, swaying her hips, her blonde hair flowing. I don’t think, I just place my hands on her hips, bringing her closer to me. Her bright blue eyes are wide, watching me, waiting for what I will do next. This time, there’s no fear in her eyes, only curiosity. I lean in, my breath brushing across her lips. I smile and quickly pull back slightly and spin her around and pull her body back close to mine, her back flush with my front, my hand splayed across her stomach. I move my hips slowly to the music, keeping her body moulded to mine. I sweep her hair from her neck and brush my lips across her shoulder and up to her ear.

“Like I said, darlin’, bikers don’t dance, I don’t dance. I got rhythm, darlin’, but only when I fuck,” I whisper in her ear before stepping back and walking out of the cabin. I don’t look back as I leave her there, needing some air.

I stand there, breathing in the night air, knowing but doing my damn best to deny what she is stirring in me. She's doing more than making my dick hard. I rub my face and run my hands through my hair.

“Fuck!” I roar into the night.

Chapter Eight

Talitha

I stop dancing, standing there, feeling alone and confused. I walk to the window and look out, seeing him stood there, his hands gripped in his hair. I want to go to him but I'm not sure what to say or what to do. Deciding to leave him alone, I walk into the bedroom and climb into bed, not undressing. I just pull the covers over me and curl up.

I felt things when he was close to me, my heart raced, that ache returned, and I wanted him to kiss me. I read it in the book Rose gave me. I am having the same feelings, I know kissing is supposed to feel good. I want that, but I am torn. I am torn between following God’s ways, God’s rules and experiencing all these new and amazing things. The more time I spend with Khan, with the Satan’s, the more I am thinking some of what I have lived is a lie, because there have been no punishments, no praying and nothing bad has happened like I was told would happen.

I fall asleep, waiting and listening for Khan to return to the cabin. I hear him turn the music off and all goes quiet. He again doesn’t come to bed. When I want to feel close to him, he pulls away.

I awake early the next morning. All is quiet and I creep out of the bedroom. Khan is fast asleep on the couch, beer bottles surrounding him. Quietly I go about, cleaning up the mess, being extra quiet so as not to disturb him. Clearly the alcohol is helping him sleep deeply. I decide to make him a coffee and some breakfast, its only toast but I am doing my best not to disturb him just yet.

I place the tray with coffee and breakfast on the table. “Khan,” I whisper. He doesn’t stir, so I lean in closer. “Khan,” I whisper again. He groans and I brush the hair from his face. “Khan, wake up.” I smile, he doesn’t. I look at his peaceful face, deciding to let him sleep. I lean forward and kiss his head. “Sleep,” I whisper.

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