Page 23 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“Undress me,”I tell her, my heart racing. It’s all part of my plan. I don’t know if she’ll see right through my efforts to get her begging for me, or if maybe she doesn’t feel any attraction at all. That would be…wrong.Too much for me to handle. Zayna’s expression when I ask her to undress me just confuses me further. I can’t tell if she’s genuinely angry, or if she just thinks it’s the right choice.

“I need to dress first,” she says artfully. “And I don’t need an audience.”

“What if I begged?”

“I’m not a zoo animal for you to gawk at.”

“What type of dumb fuck asks a zoo animal for permission?”

She gives me a look that says I’m lucky there aren’t any sharp objects within arms’ reach. But my point still stands. I’m behaving with the utmost respect and she still acts like I’ve pinned her down and finger-fucked her.

“Ruger…”

Holy shit.The way she says my name isn’t helping. I glare at her, hoping if I act just a little mean, this little brat will comply.

“I just need help.”

“You let me change in peace, I’ll undress you.”

I watch her chest heave nervously. She can’t hide some of her more subtle reactions to me. But she gets me so damn hard… My dick is completely out of control. But what she just did was give me an opportunity to get a little closer to what I want. So I nod.

“I’ll let you get dressed in peace, little brat. But when I get back here, I need your help.”

“Out.”

I step out of the bathroom and press my back against the door. And wait. I have never been this excited in my goddamn life. I feel so weak for her.So fucking weak.

And I wonderif I ever loved Darlene, or anyone else, because what I feel for Zayna already has me completely fucked up. Her covering up won’t change what happens when I get back in that bathroom. I can hear her quiet footsteps as she slips into those sweatpants. I imagine her lifting that big mass of curls out of the way to get the shirt over her head and my dick threatens to escape from my pants again.

I can’t help myself. As Zayna dresses on one side of the door, I get naked. Completely buck naked. The shock of the situation will make Zayna a lot more compliant. Quietly, I remove eachitem of clothing, taking my socks off last and then pressing my ear to the bathroom door desperate to investigate Zayna’s every movement.

“Are you decent?”

She sighs. “Yes. But I’m not going to watch you get naked.”

I swing the door open.Zayna yelps. I would be offended, but her eyes drop straight between my legs after that dramatic ass yelp. This woman. She can’t help herself. (Of course she can’t.) Her eyes drop straight to my dick and when her hands jump to her face, she covers her mouth and not her eyes. It’s hard to hold back my joy.

Not like I’m holding back much of it.

“Your penis is out,”Zayna says slowly, staring at my raging hard dick like it’s a cobra ready to strike and not just… me. Having an experience in front of her.

If she could hideher terror before, she can’t now. Christ, I’m not gonna fuck her with it while I smell like pig shit and highway tar. I take a step towards Zayna and shut the bathroom door behind me. She nearly lands ass first in the toilet bowl, but stabilizes herself against the shower door — eyes still fixed on my dick like she can get it to go down with mind control.

Not fucking likely.

“I’m taking a shower.I need to get my dick out.”

“I-I can see it.”

“I’ll get right past you,” I tell her, moving in closer to Zayna. She shudders, and I feel her tiny quaking beneath her fresh clothes as I flip the toilet lid down, my arm crossing her torso todo it. When I regain my footing and swing the shower door open, Zayna runs her tongue over her lips and finally looks me in the eye.

Angry. Again.

“You’re sick in the head,”she says.

“You’re the one staring at my dick.”

“I was not staring at your dick,” she says, lying through her teeth right in front of me and betraying an extremely obvious tell that she could have kept to herself if she had it in her to admit the truth.

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