Page 49 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“Give me the names.”

“Are you going to leave?”

“No,” he whispers. “I’ll take Eden to my cousin Gideon’s house and then we’re going to find these men you want me to kill.”

He’s serious. Every time I say something to test how serious he is, Ruger acts like I’m about to deploy his ass on a murder mission. Our bodies are pressed together in this window sill in a scene that feels so fucking peaceful and blissful, that I feel guilty for having so much comfort in the arms of a murderer, while I plan the murders of three other men.

It’s not just because the opportunity jumped in front of me. It’s because of what happened. Their lack of remorse. How I know theywillhurt another woman, even if they split apart and spread their disease to other parts of the country. They don’t have to be a team to lay hands on another woman. To rape her. To hurt her. I fight back the tears that automatically come to my eyes when I recall what happened to me.

I fell into the hands of this maniac for a reason, right? If I have to make sense of all the shit that has ever happened to me, I have to give it some purpose. Maybe it’s this. Justice. Vengeance.

I make the choice to kiss Ruger this time. His cheeks turn pink. Watching his skin flush is so weird. Sostrange.He’s the first white guy I’ve ever been with and his skin has these cute little ways of exposing him.Cute.

He tries to hide his smile. But he can’t hide his cheeks.

“Give me another name,” he says. Those blue eyes stay totally fixated on mine. I never feel like Ruger cares about anything or anyone else when we’re together like this.

“Reid Moreland.”

“Okay.”

“Grant… Fairfax.”

I take my time with the last name because it almost faded from my head. I never thought I could forget those boys and what they did. I have other scars that are much harder to heal than my memories, which seem to slip in and out of the fog depending on my circumstances. My memories are unreliable, but my body grips hold of the past and won’t let go. The only time I feel like I stand a chance is ironically lying up next to Ruger. He’s a giant hunk of a man, and he won’t hurt me.

My instincts got sharper once I pulled myself out of the fog. The only problem with that was it happened after I had to hop on a stripper pole to stay off the mattress. My throat tightens. He has all the names. He’s going to kill them. I can tell because Ruger’s eyes grow cold.Verycold. He has what he needs.

“Is there anyone else?” he asks.

I shake my head. This is already the biggest thing I have ever asked another person. It doesn’t feel great knowing that Ruger is just agreeing for his own pleasure but…this is my chance.

“No.”

He lifts me off the window sill. But he doesn’t help me down gently. My feet hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud. Ruger scowls, confirming my suspicion that somehow not requiring enough murder has pissed him off. I don’t know how the hell I managed that…

“Okay. First we fuck. I’ll give you the tattoo after.”

“You?”

Did we agree to that?

“I could get a biker to come in here and do it for you. But if another man looks at your ass… I’ll have to put him in the ground.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes.”

I have my doubts,but Ruger has finally wormed his way into my head. Now that I’m standing again, I feel so small next to him. If he really wanted, he could toss me over his shoulder and tattoo my ass at his will.

Agreeing will make this easier.

I look up at Ruger,trying to make my lips say the words. But nothing comes out. Because looking at him reminds me that he’s everything I know that I hate. A crazy, fucked up and racist white man.With a tongue like heaven. With the softest lips I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.

I guessI don’t need to agree. His expression darkens and Ruger plants the most aggressive kiss on my lips. Heat rushes through me once our lips touch and Ruger’s increased forcefulness pushes my lips open. His tongue enters my mouth and our kissing turns rough and possessive.

His heart beats out of control beneath my hands. He might be a killer, but he feels so damn hard that I think it scares the shit out of him. He doesn’t know what to do with the intensity. With the heat. Right now, he gives all of it to me. I nip at Ruger’s lower lip like I know the act of biting him will drive him wild.

He winces slightly from the pain and his desires shift into overdrive. A thick tree trunk of an arm wraps around me and he scoops me off the ground like I weigh fucking nothing. Hedoesn’t stop kissing me. It feels so good. Better than any other kisses.

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