Page 14 of The Savage Outlaw

“You’re mine, doll,” Priest said. “Do you want me to tell you what will happen if you try to escape me?”

She started to shake. Of course her knees gave out. Priest had no choice but to wrap a bloody hand and arm around the nurse’s body to keep her from hitting the ground.

He picked her up with ease and turned her away from the gate. She began to thrash, throwing an elbow, hitting Priest in the jaw pretty damn hard. Priest released his hold and the nursespun around and covered her mouth, scared of what she had just done.

Priest stepped toward her and curled his lip. “The only reason you’re standing on two feet is because of what you did for me in the hospital. Do not take that as a sign of a me beingnice.One more move like that and I will cut your fucking hands off.”

The nurse’s knees started to buckle again. Priest grabbed her and saved her again. He pulled her against him. Now there was blood on her.

“I’m so scared,” the nurse confessed.

As Priest started to grin, loving when an outsider had the chance to truly experience the brutality of the motorcycle club and see that it wasn’t just about loud motorcycles and bar fights, he realized the fear pouring from her eyes wasn’t completely about him. Something else had this nurse scared. Scared so much that she took the risk of coming to the clubhouse.

“You said if I ever needed anything…”

“Well, fuck, I did say that, didn’t I?” Priest asked.

He really didn’t think for a second the nurse would ever show up. And to show up so soon. How fucked up was this woman’s life?

Priest touched his left pointer finger under her chin. He studied her. Pretty blonde hair. Natural. Pulled back, kind of messy, telling him she was in a hurry when she decided to come here. Her eyes were dark blue, not bright at all, sweet yet seductive, innocent yet broken. She had long eyelashes and a small nose. Thin lips that stood no chance wrapping around Priest’s thick cock, but what a fucking fun thing it would be to experience, right?

She was beautiful. But then again, anything with a slit and a pulse was beautiful to Priest.

“What’s your name again?” Priest asked. “I have a head injury, remember?”

“Eden.”

“Right.Eden. How many men have asked to play in your garden?”

“None,” she said.

“I’m the first to make that reference?”

“Yes.”

“You’re in danger, aren’t you,Eden? That’s why you’re here.”

She didn’t respond. She only swallowed hard. Priest moved his bloody hand to the back of her neck.

“Answer my fucking question,” Priest growled.

Eden nodded. “Yes.”

“What did you think you were going to find here? A bunch of guys playing poker? That we’d welcome you right in and take care of you? Who the fuck do you think I am?”

Eden began to shake. It didn’t matter anymore if her legs gave out, Priest had her body pressed firmly against his. Amazing that this was the first woman this close to him. One that had no intention of getting naked, sucking his cock or taking his huge cock deep in her sweet, warm cunt.

“Here’s how this is going to go,” Priest said. “I have to give a little speech to the crowd. Let them know I’m alive and well. I’m going to have a drink. So are you. You need to relax your nerves. You need to make peace with the fact that you are not leaving here tonight. You need to make peace with the fact that you will be sleeping in my bed. And there might be more than just you and I in that bed at times, or all night. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Eden said, her bottom lip quivering.

“You’re a sweet fucking thing, doll,” Priest growled. “You have no idea what you just walked into. Of all the outlaws around here, you came looking for me.”

“You said…”

“I know what I said. I’ll keep to my word. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

Priest slid his hand up into Eden’s hair and pulled, forcing her head back. He groaned and felt his cock throbbing. Aching for attention. It was time for a drink.

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