“I don’t care what you have to do. Get me back Sasha for Penny. I need her to die at the right time, when Penny has only me for support.”
He’d take all of the crew out if he could. All he wanted was Penny’s daughter so that he could continue with his plan. Over the years he’d put in a lot of time with Penny and Sasha. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to Penny or let the shitty biker crew spoil his future. Penny still loved her daughter. All he needed to do was push the right buttons, and Penny would be eating out of the palm of his hand in no time when her daughter was dead. She was eating out of it now to a point, but Sasha stayed between them. He’d have killed Sasha a long time ago if he could have gotten away with it, but it wouldn’t do him any good if Penny blamed him for Sasha’s death.
Chapter Seven
In the middle of the night, Pussy stared down into Sasha’s sleeping face. She was too sweet and trusting for her own good. He tucked behind her ear some hair that was obstructing his view. After he’d showered her, removing the evidence of her virgin blood, he’d tucked her in bed. Lying next to her, he’d fallen asleep, but he was awake again.
She loves me.
He didn’t deserve her love. She should be with a man who’d give her everything her heart desired. Four years she’d been screwed over by that bastard, and he wouldn’t even let her have a dog to help her. Everything Kenneth did to her made Pussy uneasy. Her stepfather had to be isolating her on purpose. There was no other explanation for what he was doing. Her mother was hooked on pills and booze whereas Sasha was beautiful. She rivaled Angel’s sweetness as far as he was concerned.
You can’t let her go.
No, he couldn’t let her go, and he didn’t want to think why.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked, speaking the words aloud.
Sasha continued to sleep on.
You can’t leave her. Claim her for your own.
“Shane?” Her eyes opened, and she frowned. Taking hold of her hand, he placed her palm against his chest.
“I’m here, baby.”
“You’re awake? Is it morning?”
“No. I couldn’t sleep.”
She closed her eyes again. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m watching you, and I was thinking about something.”
Reaching behind him, he took another condom.
Don’t wear it.
He hesitated. Would it be wrong to fuck her without a condom? If she was pregnant with his child then he could use that excuse to claim her as his old lady.
Don’t do it. She deserves better than that.
Tearing into the foil, he rolled the rubber over his cock.
“What were you thinking about?” she asked.
Sliding between her thighs, he ran a finger through her creamy slit. She’d be sore, but he had no intention of rushing this time. Pressing the tip of his cock to her entrance, he stared down into her face and slowly glided inside her. He didn’t want to hurt her.
She groaned, arching up to him.
“You becomingmy old lady.” He gripped her around the back and lifted up. Pussy turned so his back was to the headboard and Sasha’s legs were wrapped around his waist with his cock buried deep inside her.
Sasha gasped. Her nails sank into the flesh of his shoulders.
“What does that mean?”
“You become mine. I claim you and marry you.”
He gripped her hips, pulling her off his cock until only the tip remained inside her. Pussy growled as her pussy tightened around his shaft while bringing her back down. He thrust inside her a couple more times before he kept her steady.