Page 11 of Craving the Bad Boy

“Other guys,” I laugh softly, raising my eyebrows. “Yeah, haven’t known many of them.”

His grip on my hand tightens. His eyes are filled with raw intensity, burning with something deep, like a need to prove himself to me. “I wouldneverhurt you, Tammy. You belong to me now. All I want is to keep you safe.”

I draw in a deep breath, trying to calm myself., but I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack. There’s something in the way he’s speaking to me now–something so possessive that it might feel wrong to some girls. But to me, it just feels so right. And yeah, maybe it’s because I have daddy issues. But so what? Can a girl live, for Christ’s sake?

“Saxon–” I start to say, but he cuts me off.

“This isn’t a discussion, Tammy,” he says firmly, his voice like warm gravel. “I’m telling you.You belong to me now.”

My heart is absolutely pounding in my chest as I swallow hard. My brain is telling me to argue. Tell him he doesn’t get to tell me what to do, or who I do or don’t belong to–that I’m a strong, independent woman and not just some girl he can claim because he says so. But the rest of me is thrilled, like something deep and dark has just come alive inside me. Something that is in love with the idea of being owned by him.

Another dangerous man…

I should turn around and run. But I can’t.

“Saxon…” I murmur, my voice quivering. “I’mnot like the womenyou’reused to…like Roxy, for example.”

He leans even closer. His rough calluses feel so sexy against the back of my hand. “Good,” he replies firmly. “That’s what makes you so damn irresistible.”

The space between us is electric, filled with tension like the air right before a thunder storm. He only has one of my hands, but that’s all he needs to make it clear he’s staking claim to his property.

I mean, after what we did last night…

I’m trapped in the moment. Soaking in the warm bliss of his intense gaze. My heart is trembling as memories fill my mind of me lying on my back on his bike, staring up at the stars as he kissed me, thrusting inside me like I was always meant to be his.

That memory, I already know, will forever be a highlight of my life.

He turns my hand over against the bar and gently runs a finger up my wrist. My entire body trembles, further igniting the fire already growing inside me. My want for this man goes beyond desperation.

“Youare mine, Tammy. You.” His words encapsulate me like a spell, wrapping me up like a whirlwind. And in that moment, I know, my life will never be the same.

6

SAXON

I knowI’m wrong for her. But I can’t stay away.

Every damn minute of the day, my mind is on Tammy. When I was back at the clubhouse with the gang, I tried to get my head back in the game. But there she was, right on the edge of my mind, constantly pulling me away, no matter how hard I tried to shake her off.

And the boys noticed too. It was obvious.

This is dangerous. Linking myself emotionally to a woman. I know that, and it’s why I have never allowed it to happen before. But no matter how hard I try, I simply can’t resist her. She’s the definition of temptation, like the sweetest, most mouth-watering candy in the world. And all I want is to taste her again and again and again.

Tonight, I’m finally introducing her to my world. The world of the Heartless Bastards. A life I’ve built over the years with blood and sweat and violence.

I’ve never brought a womanintomy life. Let one get close to me.

But I’ve never met a woman like Tammy before either.

She’s truly different. Unique. There’s something about her that makes me want to open up and show her who I truly am.Prove to her that I’m more than the image I project to the world. I may be a bad boy covered in scars and leather, but I’m also a man who’s craving something more. Something real.

The clubhouse smells of the usual cigars, beer, and whiskey. The air is thick with smoke and laughter. Raspy male voices echo off the walls of the one big room decorated with worn furniture. Gang patches adorn the walls along with items we’ve collected over the years from battles with other gangs. They act as trophies. A visual display of our dominance. As I step through the door, with Tammy’s hand in mine, the room falls quiet.

Her presence shifts the vibe in an instant. She’s dressed more conservatively than the girls who normally come here. No short skirt, no tube top, no tattoos. Just a pair of blue jeans and a plaid button-up. I watch as the other guys scope her out, trying to figure out just what a girl like her is doing here. But I give them a look that as their leader, they must respect.

She may stick out like a sore thumb, but I brought her here. She belongs to me.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, feeling the tension in her hand as I walk her deeper inside. “This is my family. You’re safe here.”

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