Page 60 of Wife Number One

His voice lowered. “Close the door.”

My hand reached for the knob. The door closed with a snick.

Me on the inside of Hawk’s room instead of out in the hallway.

His eyes flared like he was just as surprised as I was.

And then something different filled them. His hand slid down his erection, then back up, swiping through the wetness at his tip. He let out a soft groan of pleasure, stroking himself again with the added lubrication of his precum.

His gaze never left mine.

I couldn’t look away, my entire body locked tight with whatever curse he’d put on me.

“Fuck, Little Mouse,” he groaned. “You just gonna stand there, watching me jerk myself off?”

Is that what I was doing?

His fingers moved faster, up and down his length, and I stood mesmerized by his expression and the way it softened out all his hard lines. His breaths fell from soft, parted lips that had my heart beating fast, thinking about what they might feel like on my body.

My nipples went hard beneath my bra, and his gaze dropped to them, taking in the shape I knew would be all too evident through the too-tight T-shirt I’d borrowed from my sister who was several sizes smaller than me.

I covered my breasts with my arms.

“Show me, Kara. Don’t fucking cover yourself up like that.”

Like he could control my body with just the growl in his voice, I dropped my hands away.

He hissed out his pleasure, the tone filled with approval. “Good girl. Just like I knew you would be. Fuck.”

His hand gripped his member harder, his strokes becoming more urgent, his hips lifting off the bed, so he was thrusting into the tight grip of his hand.

My senses finally got the better of me.

Horror flooded my system, washing away all the good feelings I’d had a moment earlier and leaving nothing but awkward embarrassment in their place. Tears stung behind my eyes. I reached for the doorknob again.

“Don’t you fucking dare walk out now, Little Mouse. Not when I’m about to come just looking at the sweet curves of your body.”

All I’d ever known was taking the orders of men.

Hawk’s gaze burned me, like there were literal flames behind the green of his eyes. The heat licked across my skin, my panties getting wet with an arousal I didn’t want to feel.

He groaned loudly, so loud I knew if anyone had come back into the clubhouse they’d hear. They all knew I was in here. They would know what he was doing in front of me.

I willed myself to walk out.

Hawk wasn’t my husband. He wasn’t one of the Lord’s favorites.

I could disobey him.

And yet I couldn’t.

He worked his length fast and hard, and then it was spurting his seed, covering his belly with it while he made indecent noises that hit me over and over again, right between the legs.

His fingers became coated in the sticky white wetness his body had produced while he stared at me.

The devil on the gates wasn’t the only one in this compound.

His gaze slowly rolled over me, lingering in places only a husband should see. Then the corner of his mouth turned up, and he shook his head. “Go on, Little Mouse. Run. I know you want to.”

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