Page 46 of Biker's Conquest: Property of Rage

“Right, you’re suddenly my boyfriend.”

I let that silly, ridiculous comment slide because she’s the one who used the word first. And even if I think of our relationship as something so much more than that, I don’t mind hearing her call me her “boyfriend”.

“I can be more than that. I’ll whip out a tattoo needle and make everything here more permanent.”

Keyshawn gives me that crazy fucking smile again.

“What? You’re going to flip me over and tattoo my ass or something?”

Her words.Not mine. I have to restrain myself. I never thought ofalternativeways of causing pain that might be safe for the baby. A tattoo needle is the perfect idea.

“That wasn’t in our contract.”

“Clearly, you don’t give a fuck about our contract.”

Heat rushesacross the back of my neck. I want to punish her just for how badly she has taken advantage of my restraint. I want her to know that I care, and now she thinks that I don’t because I created the fucked up situation between us where she only knows how much I care if I treat her to the darkest side of me.

But it’s not the only side of me that exists.

“I give a fuck about the contract. But you and the baby are more important than any contract. You have a human life growing inside you, Keyshawn. Our baby.”

I kiss her to stop this shit from turning into an argument, to taste her lips, and to buy myself enough time to come up with a plan. Keyshawn’s lips – as usual – inspire me. I pull away from her mouth and run my thumb over her lips again.

“If you want punishment,you’ll have it. Tomorrow morning, I’ll take you to the playroom and give you a nice big biker tattoo right on your ass.”

“You’re going to kill me from an infection if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I gavetattoos to my dad when I was a kid. I might not have the most gentle hand but… I can ink you up, princess.”

She shivers. Just a little fear. She wanted me to take the bait, didn’t she? And I took it. I like the way she plays with me. Teases me. She has to know that.

“And if you think for one fucking second I would ever letyou escape from me, I’ll make you wear a butt plug all day with my name on the end.”

“While pregnant?”

“Stop fucking around,” I whisper. “That’s all you have to do.”

She tries to hide her smirk again. Her little efforts to take control from me get under my skin, but all this talk about a tattoo needle gives me freedom to experiment different ways of keeping Keyshawn in line. Her disobedience has absolutely driven me crazy and I’m even more tense without her sweet ass to spank and whip into submission every night.

Fuck, she makes me crazy.

“I don’t know,” she says. “It’s easy to get obsessed with escape when you’re living with a man you hate.”

“You don’t hate me. You just want to piss me off. Be careful what you wish for.”

She tries to hide that smirk again. My dick wants to jump out of my goddamn pants. I can’t stand this control she has over me. I want her to stop saying that shehates meand now that she knows those words piss me off, Keyshawn wields them with the power she used to recklessly wave my gun at my head.

I run my thumb over her lips again. This woman will expect the tattoo, but her mischief has given me another idea – and one she won’t expect.Piercings.There are so many sexy parts of her body I want to pierce…

“I don’t know, Deacon,” she says, her voice lilting with excitement because she finally got her sick wish of pissing me off. “I think I hate you.”

“I think you hate how easy it is for me to make you cum. I think you hate the fact that the way I spank your ass turns you on. And I think you hate that I’m making this relationshipreal by giving you a baby. But you don’t hate me, princess. I don’t believe that for a second.”

I kiss her,forcing her to acknowledge on some level that my physical control over her turns her the fuck on. She knows deep inside how I make her feel. That’s why she’s been pressing me. Pushing me. She resents me for keeping my hands off her, but she definitely doesn’t hate me. When I pull away, Keyshawn’s soft brown eyes betray everything.

“Hate me all you want,” I growl at her. “Your ass is in trouble tomorrow.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

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