Page 11 of Ruthless Malice

All I can see is white-hot anger. Slash thinks I can’t run this club effectively? Oh, this bitch can wait and see just how cunning I can be. Lily is about to erase all evidence there ever was of the club.

I’m going to make sure she does.

Chapter Six : Take

Lily

Dragging a thumb across my bottom lip, I can still feel my pussy throbbing. This isn’t a man I think of like a father. This is a man I want to be intimate with. I stand against the pool table, my head stirring. His deceased wife Merrie.I remind him of her. Wow.

I don’t want to think too hard about it, but my mind is asking if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. The pool cue is still in my hand. I find the courage to lift my head and look to the left at the couch. A few women from the club I didn’t recognize are throwing me spicy looks.

Lily, what are you doing? You’re a cop in a criminal motorcycle club. How did you end up in here?I unglue my fingers from the pool cue and take it back to the rack. It’s probably a good time to leave. Maybe I’ve overstayed my drawn-out welcome. Inhaling a rocky breath, I prepare myself to head out the front door.

Bull walks toward me, and my throat almost caves in on itself with anxiety. He’s broad across the shoulders, time etched on his face in wavy ripples. His eyes rent space in mine, sending cold shivers down my spine.

“Hey, you look like you’re going somewhere.” He holds out his large hand and I take it. “I don’t want you to go. I just had business to take care of with the guys. Everything’s all right.”

It amazes me that by looking at him you can see evidence of him being able to crush a man with his fingers, but his mellow-like-butter voice sets me at ease.

“I was…” Feeling unsure, I grab at the back of my neck for security. “I thought I would just leave. I don’t think it’s good for me to stay here, considering I remind you of your deceased wife. I never meant to make you feel off.”

Bull levels his eyes at mine, pulling my chin up to face him.

“Hey, let’s talk about this in my room. A little more privacy. You ain’t gotta leave, Lily. I want you here. Those weremyinsecurities. Something I gotta work through, not you.”

“Okay,” I answer lightly, my belly feeling weird as it swirls around. He walks me through the back of the clubhouse, my brain registering that if I go with him to his room, we will be in intimate quarters. The taste of his rough lips still tingles on mine. He leads me into a decent-sized room with what I expect. Three black-and-white photographs face me as soon as I walk in the door.

“Wow, is that you in your younger years?”

“Yes, it is. I didn’t do too badly back then, but I’ve worn out since then,” he chuckles smugly.

I turn slowly to look at him while taking in his environment. “Military corners on your bed sheets, impressive. You put me to shame. You’re so neat.”

He follows behind me, his hands skimming down the sides of my arms.

“I doubt it. There’s nothing shameful about you Lily, but yeah, that’s what the military experience does to you. Besides, if I didn’t tuck those corners in, the punishment was a five-mile run in quick time.”

“Figures. My grandfather told me similar stories.” His heavy presence cloaks me, and I relax in his presence. His beard tickles my skin as he drops several kisses on the back of my neck, easing my tensions even more.

“I’m hoping you don’t see me as your grandfather, Lily. You mean more to me than a one-nighter. I’m into you,” he admits in a low growl that sends me over the edge. “I don’t see you like that; otherwise, I wouldn’t have kissed you.”

Slowly, I turn around as he takes my face in his hands, his masterful lips parting mine to dive in with his long tongue. I love his aggressiveness; his urgent hunger to feed on my lips is divine. “Hmm, Lily, you taste so sweet. I want to make love to you, can I?” His lusty request thrills me. He’s dangerous, a vet, protective, and all beef. I want to experience him.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I say saucily.

He snickers. “There’s a good girl. Why don’t you start by unbuttoning that shirt so I can see those pretty tits of yours,” he commands with such authority that my body nearly vibrates with desire.

“Yes sir,” I giggle, taking my time with the buttons deliberately. He’s having none of it and rips my shirt open, popping off the buttons.

“Oops. Looks like you’re going to have to get a new uniform. Too slow for me.” He sucks in a kiss as his fingers make light work of my bra strap at the back. Roughly, he brings a handful of my full breast to his mouth and flicks over the erect bud, his tongue lashing over it in a feast. I moan gratefully, glad to be touched by him. Maybe I have a hidden fetish for older men.

He moves over to my other breast with the same desperate hunger. Now both of them are in his hands for the taking. I watch, enthralled, with all my nerve endings blazing electricity through my body. While my hands are free, I unbuckle his jeans and they fall away. Our breaths are frenzied and erratic. All logical thinking has left my brain and whatever command he wants to give me, I plan to comply. “I can’t believe you did that, but I can get a new top.”

He snickered again. “I want you to bend over for me. Take those pants off, cop,” he directs gruffly. I bend over, unzipping my jeans, as Bull pulls them down from the back. I wriggle out of them with my ass exposed. He slaps one cheek with his hand, rippling desire through my body. “Nice ass. Damn, both these cheeks.”

“All yours,” I pant.

“Sure as hell is.” He rips my panties down, not even letting me step out of them. I can feel them around my ankles as wetness drips between my legs. I spread my cheeks with my ass turned up in the air. Bull places a full palm flat against my pussy. “So fucking warm. Look at this fucking ass.”

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