Page 32 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

I sound defensive, but what I’m really doing is holding myself back from the urge that keeps pressing on the back of mind. My dick doesn’t make restraint any easier. My hand drops away from Zayna’s face, but her relief only lasts a second as I keep myeyes on her and slide my hand down inside my pants, looking her dead in the eye.

I can’t touch her. I know I can’t touch her. But I need… something…

Zayna’s arm shoots out aggressively from beneath the covers as she hits my shoulder.

“Ruger. Stop.”

“I can’t.”

She rolls her eyes and hits my shoulder again.

“Stop. You are just… going through a hard time.”

“I want you.”

“No. You don’t.”

She hits me twice and when that doesn’t work, the damn woman twists and pinches my skin. I suck in air and take my hand off my dick before I accidentally choke the life out of it. I’m still hard but… I’m not touching myself. Trying to get Zayna to look at me (and maybe take some pity on me), I touch her cheek.

“Ruger, don’t you dare touch me with your dick hands.”

“I want you.”

“Repeating that won’t change the situation.”

“Will this?”

I grabhold of the blankets and rip them away from Zayna. She screams my name and jerks her hands out trying to get them back. I roll forward a little bit and Zayna rolls away, falling straight out of the bed and onto the floor — exactly as I planned.

“Ruger!” She yelps as her head hits the floor with a thud.

Perfect.

I rollout of Zayna’s side of the bed and land carefully on top of her as she grunts my name again, pinning her to the floor withmy weight, cradling her beneath my arms as I brace my body over hers.

She’s so small. So fucking wrong for me to even want to lay my hands on. But I want her. I want her badly enough to do something so stupid. Zayna pushes against my chest, fighting me harder once she gets the stomach-deep realization that I am in total control here. Fighting won’t change her circumstances.

I reach with one arm beneath my body and grab Zayna’s fighting arms. She’s clearly trying not to wake Eden, so she slaps me quietly until I grab her arms and as I pin them over her head, Zayna sinks her teeth into my shoulders. She yelps and drops her hold of my flesh when she feels my dick jump ferociously against her thigh after the bite.

Damn, that was hot.

“Are you finished?”I growl into her ear, fighting the temptation to lick her neck. She smells goddamn delicious and her violent struggling dies down to slow panting as she tries to apply more directed force against my wrist’s grip on her arms. I pull away from Zayna to look at my little biter now that I have her pinned to my bedroom floor.

One look in her terrified eyes and I feel like an animal. I’m so close. I can have her. Even if she fought within an inch of her life, I could still easily dominate and possess her.

“No,” she snarls. “No, I’m not.”

“I’m going to lick your pussy.”

“What?”

“Prove to you I’m a good guy.”

“Ruger…UGH!” she grunts loudly as she wrestles against my grip again. She grits her teeth and tries one more time before I tighten my grip and show her I mean business.

“It’ll be better if you fight,” I tell her. “That way you don’t have to compromise your good girl morals by letting a racist put his tongue inside you.”

Zayna’s gaze narrows with pure rage. I lean forward and kiss her neck. A confused gasp escapes her lips. I’m so close to her soft brown ear lobe. I nibble on it and make her another offer.

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