Page 85 of Lexi, Property of Rhyder

It was hard for me to think that Master was that type of man. I regret that day I let him go down on me, I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe it was because I had accepted that this was going to be my life from now on. Maybe I was lonely, or maybe I was sick and tired of fighting, but he certainly opened a whole new side of me—a side that craves touch.

He awakened my sexuality and forced me to experience what pleasure could be like if it was with someone you loved.

I tried to find out what happened to him, but no one knows where he is. I have the feeling that the Blood Brothers dealt with it and have something to do with his disappearance. I did hear that Gail was set free, and she has gone back to her home in Mexico. I wish I could say thank you to her for giving me some kind of normalcy during my captivity, but my psychologist doesn’t think it’s the right time for me to get in contact with her just yet. Right now, I need to work on myself and my own well-being.

Rhyder starts his engine, and I quickly wrap my arms around him, holding on for dear life as he takes off like the devil himself is chasing him. We pass the streets, and the memory of me on his bike the last time we were together comes back to me. That was the night he kissed me. It feels like it was so long ago now, whereas it was probably only a few weeks.

So much has happened since then.

I wanted to call him.

I wanted to visit and thank him for saving me once again, but my dad had me on lock and key, and I was forbidden to leave the house. It wasn’t unlike being captured all over again.

I asked Diane to call the hospital to check on Rhyder to make sure he was okay. She would then relay to me exactly what was happening. I couldn’t sleep, eat, and all I did was pray to God that Rhyder would be safe, and he would make it through.

I begged my dad to let me fly back out to California to check on him in hospital, but he forbade it. Although he was thankful he had saved Paige and me, he still thinks I need to keep away fromhis kind. His words not mine.

How could Dad be like that?

Does he not realize Rhyder nearly died saving me?

I’m brought back to the present when we drive up to a set of gates. Two men wearing the same jacket as Rhyder nod down at him and open the gates for us.

“Where are we?” I ask against Rhyder’s ear.

He doesn’t answer, driving us through the open gate, and then he parks his bike in front of a concrete building. I have no idea where he’s brought me. Rhyder slides off the bike and then holds his hand out to me, which I take and get off the bike.

I ask again, “Where are we?”

Rhyder narrows his eyes on me. He’s still pissed. Does he not realize by now I had no choice, that I couldn’t see or call him?

“We’re at my clubhouse,” he states. “We need to talk, and right now, most of the brothers are at the bar, so we have some privacy.”

I swallow hard, being alone with Rhyder is making my heart beat wildly. I remember the last time we were alone, and he had me wanting more. He must notice my panicked look, so he smirks and says, “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”

“You promise.”

Rhyder grabs my hand and leads me inside the clubhouse. The scent of cigarettes and leather hit my senses as I look around the dimly lit room. There’s probably a handful of men in here with women on their laps or drinking.

A couple of guys are playing pool, and Rhyder nods at them when we pass. We head down a corridor, and he stops at a door. Getting keys from his pocket, he unlocks it.

Once we are inside, I take it all in. His clothes are thrown on a chair beside me, empty beer bottles are scattered on top of his bedside table.

Air is caught in the back of my throat at the vision of his bed—it’s unmade with sheets lying mostly on the floor.

“Sorry about the mess. I wasn’t expectin’ to see you tonight.”

I turn to look at him. “It’s okay.”

Rhyder’s incredibly hot in his black jeans, white T-shirt, and his leather cut. His black hair is messed up from our ride, and he looks delicious.

His eyes travel the length of my body, and I bite down on my bottom lip at the sexual tension between us.

“You’re sexy, baby.” Stepping closer to me, his scent lingers between us. “I’ve missed you. Do you get that?”

My knees feel weak when he cups the back of my neck, then he pulls at my hair, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth. Rhyder kisses me there, then runs his tongue under my earlobe.

My stomach flips, and goosebumps erupt. “You smell fucking incredible.”

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