Page 15 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“That’s what you look like.”

“So you’re gonna run your mouth without fear of the consequences?”

Zayna stops. I stop too. We’re in the doorway, too close. She smells… unpleasant. But she’s pretty. Even her skin is really pretty. I don’t know how to describe it. But I do have a strange fixation with her skin. It’s a sepia color. Reddish undertones. Dark, but a little red.

“What consequences? I know you killed at least four people and you have complete control over me.”

“Complete control over you,” I whisper. Her eyes stay on mine. “I don’t think so.”

But it does give me a good idea. Or a terrible one. If I stay in that doorway much longer, getting a perfect eye full of this woman’s large tits, I’m going to burst. I’m going to fuck myself up and fuck myself over. I’m going to make the worst choice of my life – after all the shit with Darlene which surely can’t be fucking beat.

I smackher butt to get moving. Zayna stifles a yelp.

Complete control.

What an interesting idea…

I showZayna how to prepare Eden’s bottles. Zeus hangs out nearby, hoping for treats. Zayna learns how to do the bottles quickly, giving Zeus a few pats on the head when she thinks I can’t see. Once the bottles are prepared, and the dirty ones washed and in the sterilizer machine, Zayna leans back against the kitchen counter, her hands around her stomach. She looks at me, awaiting instruction. It makes my dick hard the way she looks at me expectantly.

I don’t know what it is about her. Maybe the eyes. Still… even if her eyes and frankly, the rest of her, make me think dirty thoughts, I have to stay clean. Stay pure. Keep my hands off her.

“You’re sleeping in my room tonight. I need you close.”

“If you try to put your hands on me, I’ll bite.”

This woman.She should be careful saying shit like that. Biting might scare some men, but it doesn’t scare me. I might let this little cat bite me until she drew blood…

But not tonight.Never, you fucking bastard. Never.

“I won’t. I swear.”

“Do you think I should trust a killer?”

Her eyes change a bit. I know because I’m so fixated on them, I would notice the slightest movements in the corners. But this is a big change on her face and I have to make sure that she doesn’t know I know. But fuck… It gets me hard. Because why the hell did her eyesgleamwhen she said the word killer.

She didn’t sound afraid.

She sounded excited.I push my tongue around the inside of my mouth to keep my face straight.

“Those men wantedto kill me and they would have killed Eden or sold her. They’re outlaw bikers. Only one way to handle them.”

“What about the woman?”

Her eyes change again.Not fear. Curiosity. It makes me wonder if there’s something wrong with her, or if it’s all black women that have no problem staring straight at death. I wouldn’t be surprised. From what I’ve seen, that’s more true than anything Doc ever told me. “She was my wife.”

“So it’s your right to kill her?”

There it is.Just a little fear.

“If she doeswhat she did. Yes.”

Then anger.

“What did she do?”

“She lied to me. She fucked another man. She got pregnant. And here we are.”

“So Eden isn’t yours?”

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