Page 36 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“Don’t.”

I manage that word. A clear indication to any man that I don’t want him anywhere near me. Ruger responds by leaning forward and kissing my cheek. His lips are surprisingly soft. And worse, he smells good. I squirm to get away from him but end up pulling Ruger’s fingers deeper. It feels so good. I flop back against the floor, giving up my fight against his hands. Ruger slowly withdraws his fingers and I gasp. He laughs and keeps me pinned to the floor with his arm while he takes his wet fingersand licks them. He goes slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on mine as he licks my juices off his hands.

“Tight and you taste good. Interesting.”

I don’t ask him why it’s interesting. But Ruger answers.

“Black pussy tastes good.”

His eyebrows wriggle like he satisfied a deep, burning question. One that I find goddamn offensive. I grunt and try to kick Ruger in the balls while I push against his chest. Neither effort works to get him off me. He laughs at me and then pins me to the ground with both his arms surrounding me.

“What? That get you mad?”

“It’s rude.”

“I was curious.”

He grins. And his genuine Ruger grin would charm the pants off me if he weren’t pinning me to the ground. If I didn’t have evidence he was a monster. For the first time since I’ve been with him, I see how handsome he is. I imagine him as a blond, messy little boy and not a monster. Unfortunately, the reason for this ridiculous grin makes Ruger so much less attractive.

“Racist.”

“It’s not cute when you call me that,” he says. “Because I’m not.”

My heart races. His hands move to my waist. He must be curious about that too. Because his hands linger on my waist and then he squeezes possessively. Ruger’s pupils are wide, so noticeable because they cover up his blue eyes. His excitement pulses against my leg again.

“Yes, you are…”

“I’ll prove it to you,” Ruger says. The smile flashes across his face again. The handsome smile. My chest flutters with nervousness. How the hell could Ruger of all people provesomething like that. I doubt it. I press my hands against his chest, hoping I could push him away. It doesn’t work. He stays firmly pressed above me, his face contorting in confusion.

“We’ll worry about my dick later.”

His dick throbsagainst my thigh again. I doubt him, but Ruger grabs my cheek and forces me to look in his eyes again. Staring at him provokes mixed emotions in me. His fingers felt so goddamn good inside me, but looking into Ruger’s eyes reminds me of what he is. A killer. A monster.

“This will prove to you that I’m going to give you what I want.”

He leans forward slowly enough for me to see what’s coming, but fast enough that I can’t do anything about it. Ruger’s lips meet mine. His first kiss on the lips is forceful. Possessive. I have felt kisses like Ruger’s before. Normally when I’m in a lot less vulnerable of a position.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I feel wide awake right now,” Ruger says.

He looks wide awake. Those wide black pupils covering the blue give him an even more demonic expression. Ruger licks his lips, making the situation worse. Those lips meet my neck again and then his hand slides up my stomach. His palm is big enough to cover my entire stomach and the warmth from Ruger’s hand draws my attention to how little food I have had since I left Las Vegas.

But his hand also feels strangely good until it lands against my breasts. He didn’t give me a bra in that stack of clothing, so I’m bare beneath my t-shirt. This wasn’t a problem when I was hiding under the covers. My body tenses up in response to Ruger’s fingers, but that doesn’t stop him from running those fingers slowly over my breasts.

He cups the soft flesh, his dick throbbing against my thighs as he reaches his palm over my breasts. Ruger makes a low groan in his throat. I never had any complaints about my boobs from boyfriends, but I also never felt like there was anything special about my breasts until Ruger’s fingers reach my nipples and he groans again. His dick knocks against my thigh almost aggressively this time. He can’t stop himself from this reaction.

But I hate knowing what turns him on. I hate thinking about this monster getting turned on. There’s nothing wrong with him physically. It’s those eyes… It’s not fair that he has eyes that are so beautiful. I swear, if I weren’t so close to them, I would think he faked the color. His cruelty feels like a strange contrast to the muscular figure hovering in front of me.Ruger’s face moves away from mine and my heart throbs even faster. He’s a killer and his fingers were just inside me. He pulls my shirt up over my chest, and I flinch as he licks my breasts, teasing my hard nipples for the first time with his tongue.

He is rough and controlling, making it clear that this is part of his personal experiment – exploring me. Ruger makes a low moan in the back of his throat. Excitement. I squirm beneath him, as if I can will myself to sink into the floor and disappear from his grasp. Ruger drops one hand to my waist, making everything better and worse as he continues tasting and exploring my boobs.

Uncomfortable warmth spreads between my legs and I feel an embarrassing gush between my legs. I tell myself that it’s not because of his tongue, but my body doing something random, but the next gush lines up perfectly with Ruger changing his technique and sucking on my nipples instead of licking them.

I try to move my chest up and force his head away from me. It works, but I almost regret it when his eyes meet mine with that evil, lust-filled look permanently plastered across Ruger’s pale face.

“Your pussy is so soft,” he whispers. His tongue runs over his lower lip. That crazy soft lower lip that just ran over my nipple. “I’m going to taste it.”

“Ruger…”

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