He tenses and narrows his eyes at me before he climbs off of my body. With a firm grip on my arm, he pulls me up from the ground, across the parking lot, and back to the passenger side of the truck. Hoisting me onto the seat, he doesn’t let go of my arm as he searches in the glove compartment for something. When he pulls out a thick roll of black duct tape, I fight him again.?

“No!” I protest. “Please!”

I slide out of the seat, but before I can get out of his hold, he pushes me onto my stomach on the ground. Straddling me, he twists my arms behind my back and wraps the tape around my wrists.?

I had to pick a secluded motel. Is thereno onearound watching what’s happening right now? ?Not even the creepy manager guy? Would he help me, anyway? Or would he join in on my torment?

Just as I’m about to scream, he flips me onto my back and covers my mouth with a piece of tape. He adds another one for good measure before moving to my ankles and securing them together as well. Once he’s satisfied that I won’t be able to escape again, he lifts me off the ground and tosses me into the backseat of his truck as though I weigh nothing at all.

Chapter Eight

About thirty minutesinto our journey home, I notice it’s tranquil in the backseat. When we first got on the road, she was screaming and cussing me out from behind the tape. A few times, her feisty attitude almost drew a laugh from me.

Almost.

I don’t like the power that this woman has over me, and I need to be more vigilant about it once we get back to the clubhouse. I can’t allow her to control my actions, especially not in front of my brothers.?

Adjusting the rear-view mirror to see into the backseat, I lock eyes on Sasha. She tried sitting up a few times at the beginning of the drive but gave up when I kept taking turns faster than I should have. It was comical watching her sway back and forth like a bowling pin before she eventually fell over again.

Now, she’s just lying across the large backseat of my king cab. She’s awake, but her gaze is unfocused, like she’s in a trance. I keep the mirror fixed on her and look back and forth between her and the road every few minutes.

She put up one hell of a battle; I’ll give her that. I knew she had some fire in her, but the level of fight she put up surprised me. I left her room before the sun came up and went to get some coffee for the ride home. I wanted to be there when she woke up, but re-entering her room and finding her in the shower was way fucking better.

Just like yesterday, I pictured her wet, naked body. Water droplets cascading down her tan skin, over her hard nipples, and sliding down in between the slit between her legs. I would have given anything to join her, but that’s not why I was there.

When she got out of the shower, I didn’t expect my reaction to her to be so unsteady. The moment I wrapped my arms around her as she tried to run from me, my cock grew harder than a slab of granite. I knew she could feel it, and that pissed me off. It’s one thing for me to have these unwanted feelings, but it’s another for her to know how she affects me.

When I calmed myself down, I tried to find out what was going through her head. I needed to know what she was thinking. I needed her to tell me she was sorry for what happened. I wanted to see the regret in her mesmerizing hazel eyes. The broken, sorrowful, and terrified stare I got when I forced her gaze on mine wasn’t something I was prepared for.

Silently, I spoke to her, wanting to take her fear away. Wanting to comfort her, to let her know everything was going to be okay. But I couldn’t. I had to shove those feelings down because I told myself last night that my loyalties lie with my family.

Always have, always will.

By the time I finally came to my senses, she began sobbing. A crying woman is not something I’m fit to handle. When she mentioned her car, I knew she realized we took it. The vision of Iron laying on the side of the road with blood running down his face flashed through my mind, and my anger came roaring back. To get back at her, I ordered her to get dressed in front of me and told her about my field trip to her apartment the night before.?

It backfired when I pulled the thong from my pocket, though. Not only did my cock get hard all over again when I pictured her in it, but she actually put the thing on in front of me. Getting to see her in only that small strip of purple silk for a few seconds was torture. The way her shirt came down, covering the purple silk so I could see only her firm ass cheeks, was beautiful agony.

I wanted to tear away every stitch of clothing she had on and appreciate her entire body without obstruction.

She caught me off guard again when she took off across the parking lot. That’s all on me. I should never have opened the door without having a firm hold on her. It threw me for a big fucking loop when she started crying on the forest floor. Once again, my mind told me I wanted to comfort her. To wipe away her tears. I needed more than that, though. I needed to taste a small part of her.

Now that I have, I crave more of her.Allof her.

This could be a problem.

* * *

Sasha remainedquiet the rest of the ride back home. When we get to the clubhouse, I drive around back and park the truck. Grabbing her bag, I hop out of the cab and walk to the passenger side. When I open the door, her deadpan stare is no longer present, and I can see her fear has returned.?

“Come on, little girl,” I say to her as I pull her from the truck and toss her petite, five-foot-two frame over my shoulder.

She wiggles and fights against my hold, so I drop her bag, freeing my left hand.

“Hey.” I reach up and smack her ass hard. “Calm the fuck down, or this is going to be a lot worse for you.”

She stills as soon as my palm lands on her delicious, round ass. I almost regret doing it once because my palm itches, wanting to do it again. Marching through the back door, I meet the eyes of several of my brothers, who stop to get a good look at the girl I’m carrying.

“Where do you want her, boss?” I ask Stone when he approaches me.