Page 96 of His Road Dog

Chapter 37

Nicole

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PRIEST CORNERED HERin the bedroom of the clubhouse. She crossed her arms, knowing she couldn't let him touch her.

"Get away from me." Nicole slapped at Priest's chest. "I'm not taking off my clothes."

Using his bulky body, he walked forward, making her retreat backward. Her back hit the wall. His chest pressed against her, and he raised his arms, planting his hands on the wall, blocking her escape.

He put his mouth near her ear. "You're not listening."

His warm breath tickled her neck. Her stomach quivered, bringing tears to her eyes. Wrapped up in him, she couldn't stop hurting from the disappointment in his voice at the same time heatedly protective of her parents and everyone back home.

"No, you're not listening to me." Her ragged breath ripped from her chest. "They're my parents. I won't let you destroy what they've built. No one in the commune will survive. Just leave them alone to exist the way they want to live. They aren't hurting anyone. They'd never hurt another person."

"It's only a meeting, babe." His lips found the sensitive skin at her neck. "A talk."

Her back arched. She closed her eyes, hating herself for how weak he made her, wanting his mouth to move along her body.

"I'm so mad at you," she blurted, unable to control her emotions when he was touching her.

"You love me." He reached between their bodies and tugged the hem of her short sundress higher. "I heard you. I felt you."

"You can't do this to me." She pressed her palms on the wall behind her, knowing if she touched him, she'd lose.

"Give it back to me." His middle finger slid in the slit of her pussy and skimmed her clit. "Give me your love."

She panted, her thighs shaking. Rolling her head against the wall, side to side, she fought him. She wouldn't love him. She couldn't love him. It hurt too much.

His finger circled. A tenderness he gave her belying the hardness in the rest of him.

"Love me," he whispered, breathing heavily. "I need you to love me."

"No." She cried out, grabbing his vest to stay standing as her insides spiraled. "I need you to love me."

He moved his head, pressing his forehead against her forehead. "Now you're just arguing with me, babe."

She came up on her toes, stretching and arching into his hand. He stroked her pussy, never leaving her clit for long, never giving her time to gain control.

"I promise you on my life." He kissed her, tenderly rubbing his lips against her mouth. "I won't hurt your parents."

"I won't chance it." She clamped her teeth as her arousal swooped higher. "They've built the c-commune with their blood...their tears...their pride."

"They can enjoy life." He plunged his tongue and growled in her mouth, before pulling back an inch. "They'll have money. Tarkio's money."

"They don't care..." She gasped, a quiver rolling up her spine at the way his finger slid over her pussy, wet from her arousal. "About money."

He grabbed the curls at the back of her head with his free hand and tilted her face higher. "Trust me. They do."

"They don't."

"Do." He circled her clit faster.

Her back slid against the wall. Her climax holding, suspending, gripping her. She couldn't shake what he was doing to her.

And for how upset and confused and angry and scared she was, doubting her place in his life and his in hers, she clung to the feelings he created. It had to mean something. It had to be right. It had to be love.

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