Page 34 of Bound By Temptation

He leaned in to where he was a hairsbreadth to my lips. “We’re gonna talk,” he proclaimed.

“We have nothing to talk about. Now, I need to fix the cake those assholes made me damage before the birthday girl gets here.”

Ax tilted his head to the side, his eyes going beyond me. “Looks good. Nothin’ for ya to fix. Now we talk.”

No. No. No. I wasn’t talking to him. I wasn’t having whatever this was in his head play out. Nope. Not me.

Turning around only put my ass right up against his dick. A dick, mind you, was as hard as a rock. Ax put his arms around me, and I tried to break free to no avail.

As hard as it was, I checked out the cake and pretended his strong arms weren’t hugging me to his hard length and body. Nope, not here.

The cake looked pretty good. A couple of the bikers tilted just a bit, and I righted them. But all in all, not the damage I thought it would have. Great. Now I could leave; if I got the biker attached to me to let go, that was…

“Cake looks good. I’m going to leave,” I told him over my shoulder and tried really hard to unlock his arms from mine.

He came closer, his lips against my cheeks. “Good. Then we can go talk.”

“No. I have to clean up my stuff.” There was icing, piping bags, and my entire kit spread out everywhere that needed to be put away.

Ax pulled away and let out a whistle that practically blew my eardrum out. Two men came running through the crowd, obviously hearing Ax over the thumping of the music.

“Clean this shit up. Then clean her tools, put them back in the kit, and put that in her van outside. Got me,” he ordered. No, demanded.

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison, and I saw the Prospect patches on their leather. Right, so these were the peons who took orders from the club in order to one day be part of the club.

It sounded like a sorority back in college. Each one pledging and doing stupid stuff to get in. Here, though, I had a feeling what they had to do was a bit more intense than shaving cream on a professor.

The two men got to work. Ax grabbed my hand and started to pull me. But I pulled back. I was not going somewhere we could ‘talk.’ Screw that. Nope. Us alone was not happening.

At my tug, he turned around and lifted his brow. Then he shrugged, and before I could say a word I was lifted, thrown over his shoulder into a fireman’s hold, and we were strolling through the clubhouse.

“Ax!” I screamed. “Put me down!” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. When the hard slap to my ass hit, everything inside me seized up. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, and it only made me fight more.

I hit his ass with my fists, yelling at him to let me go—which he did not. And not one single person stopped him.

The door to the clubhouse shut, and the cool air of the day hit.

“Brother?” I heard from beside me, and I lifted up to see Raid. Thank God.

“Raid, tell your brother to let me go now.”

Ax’s head shook. “Stay out of it.”

Raid took in his brother and then took in me. When he took a beat too long, I yelled, “Raid!”

Raid’s eyes came to mine. “It’s time you two talk, and you know it.”

“Talk? There’s nothing to talk about!”

Pissed? No, try livid.

Ax didn’t give his brother another thought and began his trek. No one stopped us this time. He carried me through the grassy area with people sitting on tables, just watching in amusement. Then through a door, up some stairs, which I hated to notice he did with ease, carrying me because he never bobbled me once.

He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Then the turning of a lock and a door creaking open filled my ears. Only two seconds later the door slammed closed and a lock was turned.

“If you think you’re lockin’ me in here, Mister, you have another thing coming!” When we went up the stairs, I admit I stopped kicking, but that was because I didn’t want him to drop me.

Now.

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