Page 31 of Deserter

Her eyes landed on the mattress before coming back up to meet mine. “I just turned seventeen.”

Fuck me.

She was legal, but just barely.

“Stay.” One command that should’ve been simple enough to follow, but the minute I turned my back, she launched herself at me.

Celia’s fingernails raked across my beard and down my neck. I enjoyed the pain though and let her continue her assault. She had to know that I could feel every last one of her curves with the way she was molded around my back, fighting for her life.

The kitten had claws.

If anything, it just made me harder.

“You don’t follow instructions, princess,” I calmly stated when her scratches became weak slaps. The wooden floor creaked beneath my boots as I turned, and she stumbled back in fear.

Her green eyes watched me warily, clearly waiting for me to say or do something, but the hint of a spark was still there. The princess wasn’t done fighting. It was fascinating.

No one had gone up against me in quite some time.

Maybe that was what I’d been missing.

A challenge.

This time when I turned to leave, she stayed crouched in the corner. Bear met me in the hallway, rubbing his hands together. “Jesus, your face. Is she good? Fuck, I bet she is. The angry ones always are.”

I ignored him and faced my men. “Who was responsible for this?”

Our newest patch, Coyote, raised his index finger. “Me, Pyro, and Vex collected. She fought like hell too.” He must’ve misinterpreted the look on my face for appreciation because he kept going. “But, don’t you worry. I kept her in line. Told her all the things we were gonna do to her too. No one fucks with the club, right?”

Pyro stood up with a wince. “We went for the Ol’ Lady, Pres, but she wasn’t around. And Coyote was warned not to lay a fuckin’ finger on your merchandise.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded. “Deal with him. I’ll be collecting the debt.” Bear looked up with a grin and I added, “Alone.”

Wolverine leaned against the back wall and nodded in agreement at my declaration. It seemed that the old man hadn’t lost his touch, he just wasn’t on board with passing an unwilling teen around the club.

That made two of us.

I stalked back to my room as Comedian and several others hauled Coyote up out of his chair. The music kicked on and the party resumed.

Celia sat against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest. Her hippie dress had ridden up over her hips, giving me a perfect view of baby blue panties.

“Up.”

Her eyes flashed with rage. “I want to go home.”

“Ain’t asking what you want, princess. I’m also not in the habit of repeating myself.” When she remained where she was, I threaded a hand through her hair and tugged her to her feet. Her eyes remained on the floor and I twisted my grip until she was forced to look me in the eyes.

I kept her hair fisted in one hand while the other lightly stroked against her cheek before dropping down to the base of her throat. She swallowed against my splayed fingers and I moved my hand lower until it rested inside the V of her dress.

Celia’s lower lip began to tremble. “Please.”

A plea.

My dick hardened painfully against my thigh. I’d have her saying that word again when I claimed her body willingly.

Begging for it.

I pulled my hand from the thin material and she instantly relaxed. “I’m taking a shower. You’ll sit on the bed until I’m done.”

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