Page 11 of Priest

“What part of Daddy Warbucks fucked up don’t you get?”

“Again, I have nothing to do with my father’s crimes. What did he do to you that was so bad, anyway? Stole a couple of guns?”

“Baby girl, if you knew half the shit your daddy was into, you wouldn’t want to go back.”

I could tell by the look in her eyes she knew that I told the truth.

“Get on,” I demanded and shoved a helmet at her.

She gripped it and stared back at me wide-eyed.

“You’re rude as hell,” she replied.

I leaned closer to her and warned, “Watch that pretty little mouth. If you keep letting nasty shit come from it, I’m gonna have to shoot some sweet shit in it.”

I smirked when her eyes dropped down to rest on my dick.

“Exactly,” I replied. “Now get on the damn bike.”

September glared at me and then looked at the bike.

“What if I don’t want to go with you?”

“Either you can climb on the bike, or I can throw your ass up there sideways.”

“Okay. Stay here or go with Priest… Stay here or go with him.” September mumbled as she placed the helmet on her head.

“You ain’t got no gahdamn choice, Mary.”

She paused and mugged me. Those big brown eyes peered innocently at me from underneath the helmet, and her puckered lips were perfectly positioned to suck my dick. I wanted to fuck her throat raw and purge her of every ounce of innocence.

“Mary? My name is September.”

“Mary.”

“Don’t call me that again.”

“For someone who’s been kidnapped, you got some big ass balls.”

“I just don’t want you calling me someone else’s name. Who was she? An ex? If she was smart, she probably ran like hell to get away from you,” she replied sarcastically.

I stepped closer and adjusted her chin straps before I ran my finger over her bottom lip.

“I call you that because you act so innocent, just like the virgin Mary.”

September rolled her eyes, turned away from me, and climbed onto my bike, but not before I smacked her ass. “Youdon’t get to do that,” she disputed with a mug firmly in place on that gorgeous face.

“Oh, sweetheart, I get to do whatever the fuck I want to that sexy ass body of yours for the next thirty days. I bought it from your daddy for half a million dollars.”

She was pissed at me, and I didn’t give a damn. Women like her didn’t have any good intentions in them, and I had none for her. I smiled and winked at her before I climbed onto the bike.

I started my engine and flicked on my system. When I found something that I thought she might like, I turned to wink at September as Cardi B, Bad Bunny, and J Balvin’s “I Like It” flowed from the speakers.

She rolled her eyes, and I revved the engine before I pulled out. My straight pipes drowned the music that poured from the clubhouse. I didn’t know if it was from fear or because she liked the closeness of our bodies, but her uptight, bougie ass wrapped her arms around me tightly. I wanted to tell her to ease up, but my dick loved the way her body felt pressed into mine.

Thick, firm thighs pressed against mine and brought a welcomed heat. I couldn’t help but reach down and grip one of her soft, silky thighs and squeeze. September stiffened against me, but that was all right with me. Shit, it only made her titties press harder against my back.

“Where are we going?” she shouted when I stopped at a traffic light.

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