Page 61 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

My heart races. I don’t know if she’ll join me. This is the first time I’ve given her a choice, but she follows me to the condominium bathroom. It’s cold, with white and gray marble everywhere. I prefer a house I built with my own hands. I prefer the quiet to the city. Zayna follows me into the small space and her chest releases some tension once we’re alone. She touches my shoulder, which instantly holds me in rapt attention.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We just…”

“Killed someone,” I finish her sentence to spare her from having to say the words out loud. Zayna nods. Slowly.

“I’ll do it for you again. You don’t have to come.”

“No,” she says, her eyes flaring with anger. “I want to see.”

Fuck. The murderous expression on Zayna’s face gets me as stiff as a muzzle-loader.

“Okay, baby,” I tell her, struggling to suppress how fucking happy it makes me that she hasn’t called me something vile and made me feel like shit for what I did. Her hand touches my face. Approval. My dick has complete control over me at this point. It’s hard not to shove her against the clear shower door and fuck her with her clothes still on.

“You are… Thanks.”

“No,” I whisper. “Don’t thank me. Take your clothes off.”

Zayna shakes her head. “There is no way you’re thinking of sex right now.”

I take her hand off my cheek and press it against the outside of my pants. She seems surprised at how hard I am, but her fingers curl around my dick. Yes.

“Ruger…”

“I want you,” I whisper. “Please…”

Begging. This woman has me begging. Zayna tiptoes and kisses me with her hand still wrapped around my dick. I struggle not to finish before we start. Her lips are so soft. They taste like all those strange spices. I fight her clothes off myself, despite my commands. Zayna allows me to strip her down and we work together to take my clothes off. I press her against the shower door and touch every inch of her as we kiss.

I’m not in a rush now that I have her naked. I could enjoy this woman’s body forever — especially underneath Ethan Shaw’s bright white lights. My house has a cozy, cabin feel. This placeis a fancy as fuck pre-war condominium where everything is exposed and white.

Zayna’s dark skin has the most color of anything in this room. All the white in the bathroom is making me realize that her nipples are so much darker than I originally thought. I’ve never seen her body underneath this much light and my curiosity blends with my arousal, forcing me to give her rougher kisses as I tease her flesh to see how she responds.

She’s so damn sensitive and I love it. I want to watch her cum on my dick as hot water pours down her back. I want to get her nice and wet before we fuck once in the shower and again in Ethan Shaw’s bed. Maybe a third time in his bed…

“I want you,” I whisper to Zayna, when I finally find the strength to pull away from kissing her. She doesn’t peel her body away from mine when I separate from the kiss. I can still feel the warmth of her bare cunt pressed against my thigh. Her nipples are rock fucking hard from the kisses and the cold.

“I know,” she says. “I don’t think any man has ever wanted me like this.”

My heart thuds nervously.She might be right, but when this is all done, I’m going to ask her for something that Zayna might not want… She won’t like me so much then. But now, I need her, and I don’t want a damn thing to spoil that.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Zayna

He fucks me in the shower slowly. When we get out and dry off, he fucks me from behind while I’m bent over the bathroom sink. He’s soft. Gentle. Killing saps some of the violence out of him and he was only rough when he kissed me. Ruger finds clothes in his friend’s apartment, and we now have to wear matching St. Louis Cardinals sweatsuits.

Truly weird clothes.

But they’re clean,soft and comfortable. Ruger reveals the bedroom to me like it’s a gift. I get where he’s coming from when I see the gigantic king-sized bed. The bedroom is the biggest room in this condo, and it’s clearly just to fit this large, cozy bed. I can’t wait to fall asleep against his chest.

I doubt Ruger has much sleep in mind, even if we’re dressed. It’s Boston, so every inch of this condo is freezing, even with the heat on. We need to get beneath those white sheets immediately.

“Tomorrow night, we can go on a date,” Ruger says as he touches and teases my hips and butt on our way to the bed. He pulls back the sheets and we fall in simultaneously. Our bodiesimmediately rush together so we can cuddle.Why is murder making us both so tender?

My body curves neatly against Ruger’s. We fit perfectly together. He moves my hair away from my neck and continues with his pattern of slow, soft kissing.

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