Page 18 of Catch a King (Five Kings 1)

In a flash, he’s before me and I gasp as he grips my wrist as I struggle to hold on to the towel. He leans in and his eyes glitter as he growls, “So, you would be happy to have spent the night with my brother; you didn’t want rescuing from that. Does violent sex turn you on, does having the soul ripped out of you for fun make you wet because that’s what I saved you from? Slade would have cut you, raped you and destroyed your soul. You’d have been fucked liked a rag doll in front of the other bikers and then tied to his bed while he tortured you long into the night. My fucking brother is a sadist of the worst kind, one that hates women and thinks they are nothing but his to break. So, don’t lay this all on me if you wish different because, honey, I can make that happen if you’d rather be with him.”

The towel drops and I’m not sure if I’m more mortified about that, or the way he just spoke to me. He wrenches me closer and my breasts brush against the soft fabric of his t-shirt and I feel the cool hard leather of his jacket graze my skin. His dark eyes glitter dangerously and then with a low growl, he leans down and captures my lips in his and it’s as if they unleash the beast inside me. Suddenly, the only thing I want is him. I kiss him back and grasp his head and rake my nails through his skull. With one hand, I push the jacket off his back and groan as he pulls me closer. Quickly, I push up that t-shirt and press my lips to his chest and it tastes so good, of soap and man and he growls, “You had better want this.”

I say nothing and unfasten his jeans and wrench them down, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring free. Then I take the whole length of it in my mouth and suck like it’s the finest candy. He groans and holds my head in place as he face fucks my mouth and as I taste his pre-cum on my tongue, I groan a little louder. He steps out of his jeans and kicks them to the side, before grasping my wrist and pulling me up to face him and as he pulls me close to his mouth, I feel his hot breath on my face as he growls, “Last chance baby, dance with the devil and you get burned.”

His words should bring me to my senses. They should remind me I can’t stand this insufferable asshole, in fact they should act as a stone-cold bucket of water to wash away my sinner’s heart but instead I say in a whisper, “Then burn me.”

Chapter 15

Sawyer

Burn me. Her words act like a bucket of iced water because she’s right. It would burn. I almost got carried away; I almost let my guard slip and involve her in something she wouldn’t escape from unharmed – me. I’m not the settling down kind. I could get wasted on my next mission and where would that leave her? I care too much to involve her in this shit I live among, so I pull back and say regretfully, “Darlin’, it would be so easy to be the bad guy. To take advantage of a situation both of us wants more than anything right now but I can’t.”

Her eyes are wide and loaded with rejection and I take her hand and grip it tightly over my heart. “I want you when you wantthis, and not this.” I move our joined hands to my enraged cock who can’t quite believe I’m doing this and then I hold them over her heart and feel it beating hard and fast against my skin.

“When you want me with this, completely wholeheartedly and more than oxygen, I will be only too happy to oblige.”

“But I thought…” She whispers but I can still hear the hurt in her voice and for a second I close my eyes and dare to dream, then I open them and stare straight into those green eyes that will be my downfall and groan, “You have to know, I’m not that man, the one who takes women with no consequence.”

“Because I’m not worth it.” Her eyes fill with tears and I see the pain flash behind them and I say fiercely, “Because you are worth more than this. More than this situation, more than this club and more than this shit you have got yourself into. You, darlin’, are worth more than you realise and I won’t have you thinking otherwise.”

“But that’s what you said, you said I wasn’t worth it.”

For a moment, I’m not sure what she’s talking about and then I remember the night she came and I shake my head. “Those words were designed to send you away from a place no decent girl should come calling. I wanted you to go so badly because I knew you wouldn’t last five minutes here. I was right, those bastards tore up the rule book and forced you into a situation you couldn’t escape, until I claimed you and gave you breathing space. Don’t let me become one of them because you - me, we’re better than that. So, even though this is killing me, I’m backing off because I want more than just sex with you; I want to make it count.”

For a moment, she just stares at me as if she hasn’t understood a word I just said. Then, to my surprise, she lays her cheek against my chest and breaks down. Instinctively my arms wrap around her and I stroke her hair as I did for most of last night and wonder what broke this beautiful woman, making her retreat behind a hard exterior and a false facade. This woman could be everything to me if only we could trust enough to let it happen.

* * *

Somehow,we make it to her room and I laugh when I see the homey touches and clean pleasant space.

“You have been busy.”

“It needed it.”

She laughs softly and I love hearing it. Since I let her down gently, an understanding has settled between us and an easy truce. We will get each other through this shitstorm and do it together.

She disappears into the bathroom and emerges looking so hot, I instantly regret my decision. Her hair is loose and gleams where she brushed it. Her tight black jeans merely make her legs even longer and the tight black tee she bunches around her waist, causes her breasts to strain against the fabric. She wears flats and yet she’s still to my shoulder and she flashes me a bright smile that lets the sunshine in the room, as she says with an eagerness that’s catching, “Let’s grab some food, I’m starving.”

Unlike me, I take her hand and grasp it tight because for some reason I want contact with her, however small. She doesn’t seem to mind and just smiles shyly and I feel my own heart beating this time as I wonder what the hell is happening to me.

* * *

The first personwe see when we head downstairs is Marina who looks at through wide eyes.

“Are you ok, honey?”

She looks at Millie who flashes her a brilliant smile. “Great, thanks. We’re just heading out to grab a bite to eat, is that ok?”

Marina shakes her head. “Ask your man, he’s calling the shots now.” Millie looks so surprised, I laugh softly and can’t resist turning her face to mine and sucking her bottom lip between my teeth and biting down sharply. Then I can’t resist deepening the kiss and wrap her long, wild hair in my hand as I show Marina something that will be all around the club by the time we return. Millie ismywoman and if they’re in any doubt about that, they will have me to deal with.

Millie’s eyes are bright when I release her and Marina laughs. “It appears you did have a good night. I’ll see you later for a full report, honey and don’t you be leaving anything out.”

She laughs as she heads past and Millie looks at me in surprise and I whisper, “Just making sure they don’t suspect a thing, we need to play the game and get through this because if they suspect we’re not fucking one another senseless, I’m guessing one of the others will think he stands a better chance.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“Trust me, they would.”

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