Page 28 of Ruthless Obsession
"My name is Mavis Enzo Marticon. I'm half Italian and was born in Newark, New Jersey, to Darlene and Gerald Marticon. When I was ten, my family relocated to Chicago. My dad joined Hell Squad MC shortly after our move, trying to escape my grandfather's influence, which was a nearly impossible task. I went to the University of Chicago and earned a business degree. I'm thirty now. I joined the Royal Bastards MC when I was twenty and have been serving as the enforcer for the past five years.
“He steps forward, thumb brushing my jaw. “Toby stole a weapons shipment from us. That’s why I was at your house.”
I nod slowly.
“I like trouble, love my brothers, and make the club a shitload of money. I kill anyone who crosses us.”
He arches a sexy blond brow. “And I can’t wait to watch you come apart on my cock.”
His words are raw, filthy, and... honest.
I inhale sharply. “I was almost raped when I was eighteen. By a Chi Hellraisers MC prospect. That’s why I’m still a virgin. My brother saved me. I haven’t seen him in seven years.”
Mavis cups my face with surprising gentleness, wiping away the tear I didn’t know had fallen.
“I need to plate the rest of the food,” I say quickly, stepping out of his arms.
“Where’s the guy who tried to hurt you?” he growls behind me.
“All you need to know is—he’s not a threat anymore.”
“You sure about that? Because if he’s still breathing, I’ll end him myself.”
I glare over my shoulder. “I took care of it.” I’m careful not to implicate my brother in anything.
“You flinched when I mentioned bikers the other day,” he says. “That’s why. Because of what he did.”
“Exactly. So imagine what it feels like to be kidnapped by one.”
He moves in close, palms my stomach, and presses his face into my hair. “You’re attracted to me. You felt the connection the moment we locked eyes. I’m sorry someone tried to take what wasn’t his. You and I Sophie are forever. I know you felt it in our kiss earlier and just now. You can’t stand that the man you’re attracted to is a biker.”
“You’re right. I don’t want to be with a biker. Ever,” I grit out.
His hand slips below the waistband of my shorts into my panties. The truth is revealed in just how wet I am for him. He glides two fingers through my drenched folds.
“Fuck your so wet…For me,” he whispers in my ear. “Fucking soaked.”
“Have you ever been this wet before?”
I press my back into his hard chest.
“No,” I moan truthfully.
He removes his hand, steps to the side, and makes a show of sucking his fingers clean of my juices.
“You taste like your mine. Therefore you are.”
“I’m only going to wash my hands because I don’t want my brother smelling my woman’s sweet pussy that’s only meant for me.”
Watching him was so sexy. I want to run upstairs and please myself to knock the edge off. Fuck, I hate the way he makes me feel. I have to get away from my biker captor.
∞
My eyes blink open and I slide my hand across the massive, cold king-sized mattress. Empty. Again.
After dinner, Mavis and Psycho disappeared to handle club business, leaving me to my own devices. I wandered through the house, eventually raiding the wine cellar. Half a bottle of red later, I ended up in his office, fingers trailing over the map on the wall. Every dot, every red line connected to Toby. So many clubs I’d been to—businesses I didn’t even know he owned. Tomorrow night, I’d slip into Cruella’s through the back entrance and slit his fucking throat. He was keeping other women. He wasn’t just cheating—he was selling them. And that deserved death. Women are to be loved not sold to some sick fuck.
I glance at the glowing red numbers on the nightstand clock that reads 3:00 a.m.
