Zeke groaned and leaned on his elbows. “One second.”
He stared into her eyes and stripped her soul bare. The intensity of unfathomable gaze stole what little breath she’d managed to get back into her lungs.
He stared at her with reverence, wonder and a hint of fear before becoming guarded. Zeke Knight, hard ass MC president slipped back into place. He was a mass of contradictions. An unknowable puzzle.
Total damn enigma.
She didn’t know if they had a future. Probably not.
The bad boy and the bookstore owner.
Things like that never happened in real life. He’d not offered anything more than sex, so she wouldn’t let herself believe in something more.
Despite the twinge of pain around her heart, she cupped his face. Touching him sent a wave of need coursing through her. Her pussy clenched and his semi-erect cock twitched inside her.
His gaze turned molten. “You do that again and we won’t leave this room all night.”
She flashed him a coy smile. “Sounds good to me.”
She’d turned into a slut. Looking at his chiseled face, she silently wondered who wouldn’t.
Dark, dangerous, and ruggedly handsome, Zeke Knight was a devastating package and she was the woman lucky enough to be in his bed.
For now.
Zeke quickly disposed of the condom then rolled her until she lay sprawled on top of him. He ran his fingers lazily up and down her back, caressing the cheeks of her ass. When his fingertip grazed her butt crack, she clenched and blushed.
He quirked a brow. “What’s the matter, Doc? Never had anyone play with your ass?”
“Nope. No one apart from my doctor. It’s off limits.”
“Really?” He delved deeper, rimming her hole but not actually penetrating.
Her eyes widened. He must have sensed her mortification because he laughed and eased off. She lost herself in watching his face light up. If he’d been handsome before, it was nothing compared to how he looked when he laughed.
“One day you’ll beg me to fuck you here.”
She clucked her tongue dismissively, forcing herself to focus on the conversation rather than on the image of her on her knees, begging Zeke for sex. “When hell freezes over.”
He gripped her hair. The roots tingled as he forced her head up to look at him. The edge of pain drove her crazy with desire. “You’ll beg me for a lot of things before I’m done with you.”
Sheer, delicious anticipation shot down her spine. Please, her mind screamed. She wanted all of it. Every dark, deviant sexual thing he could throw her way. Meeting Zeke had unlocked something inside her. It was as though the bad boy allowed her the freedom to be who she needed to be. No judgement. No turning away in horror.
And she’d enjoy every second of it while it lasted.
As though proving his point, Zeke kissed her. Not a delicate ‘thank you for great sex’ peck. A dirty, lips clashing, tongue dueling I-want-to-fuck-you kiss that made her knees weak. Fortunately she was lying down on top of the most gorgeous, well-honed body she’d seen outside of the movies. She relished the hard ridges and planes pressing into her soft curves.
Zeke turned her to one side before he off the table with a grace she admired, and sprawled in the one large chair at the head of the table. From its position she knew it was the president’s chair. His chair.
Sitting there, gloriously naked as he fisted his cock, tattoos covering his skin, he looked like the devil. A predator who knew exactly what his next meal was going to be.
Her.
“Come sit on my lap, Grace. Sit on my cock and ride me.”
Zeke leaned back in his chair, stroking his dick and staring at the woman lying naked on his table. Her skin glowed with heat and sweat. Dusky pink nipples were hard and standing to attention. Her cunt glistened with juices and he tightened his grip on his cock, squeezing.
She looked beautiful. Like a goddess. The prissy uptight exterior was gone, replaced by this sexually, arousing nymph.
Mine.
His predatory, primal instincts rose to the surface. Clawed at him to claim her. She’d be a formidable partner. He’d already seen how she reacted in tense situations—with a military focus some professionals didn’t have. Now that he’d been inside her, felt her tight pussy milking him, tasted her passion on his tongue, he didn’t think he could let her go.
It confused the fuck out of him. She was everything he didn’t want—too normal, too clingy. Women like her always wanted something more. They wanted to change him. They wanted safe and stable. Kids and a white picket fence. He couldn’t give her that. It wasn’t on the cards for his future. Even if the club went fully legit, they would always live on the fringe.
Yet watching her slide off the table and pad over to him, tits swaying, eyes blazing with desire, he wanted to fall to his knees and give her everything.
Zeke Fucking Knight, pussy whipped.
She watched him stroke his cock. As she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip and he almost blew his load. What was it with this woman? Would he never stop wanting her?
Pushing aside the confusion rattling around his brain, he gripped her hips, massaging the cheeks of her ass. “You just gonna stand there, Grace? Or are you gonna ride my cock?” He smirked. “I know you want to.”
She tilted her head to the side and frowned. “Oh, you know do you? Mind-reading one of your many skills?”
He drew her closer, his face inches from her stomach. He gazed up the length of her body—the lush curve of her stomach, the perfect mounds of her tits. “Nope. I can smell your cunt.”
He heard her inhale sharply as he pressed his nose into her slick folds. Her juices coated him as he swiped along her slit, working her clit before sitting back and dragging her onto his lap.
She settled onto him, his cock nestled between his stomach and her groin. He ran his hands over her soft curves. Reveled in them. Such a stark contrast to the hardness of his own body. She was softness and light and everything good, while he was dark and damaged and everything bad. And he wanted her with an inexplicable need that burned in his gut.
“Taste yourself,” he growled.
Grace, the good girl-next-door, rimmed his lips, tasting her own cunt. Her pupils were blown wide with pleasure. Bright spots of red rode high on her cheeks. When she licked her own lips and smiled, he couldn’t wait any longer. He tore open another condom and rolled it down his shaft.
He lifted her hips, settling her onto his hard cock. Her wet slit slid down easily. Accepting him. Opening for him as though she’d been made for him.
They moaned in unison.
He splayed one hand on her back, the other tunneling under her hair at the nape of her neck. He leaned his forehead against hers, fixing her with his gaze. “Ride me.”
She moved her hips up and down. With each stroke she took him deeper, arching into him as he held her, keeping her balanced with his hands. He wanted to watch every emotion pass over her face. Wanted to see exactly how his cock made her feel.
Her movements quickened. Her tits bounced as she began to pant. She was extraordinary, taking what she wanted from him, using him to get herself off. He wanted to puff out his chest and roar.
“That’s it, Grace. Take what you want. Use me. Use my cock,” he murmured encouragingly. His dick swelled and he grit his teeth to stop himself from coming.
“Zeke,” she moaned. Her body went rigid in his arms and her tight walls squeezed him.
Her orgasm set off his own reaction. His dick pulsed. For one fleeting second, he wished there was no barrier between them. He wanted his seed inside her pussy—marking her, claiming her. Then he couldn’t think as he spurted jets of come into the condom.
She slumped against him, her soft curves going pliant in his arms. He stroked her hair as she trembled.
“That was amazing,” she said, sleep evident in her tone.
He kissed the top of her head. Clean up could wait.
He settled her i
nto his lap. “Sleep now.”
When she curled against him, he felt the hard wall around his heart begin to crack. But he knew he couldn’t let it. The last thing he needed was a woman in his life.
It would only make him more vulnerable.
And Zeke Knight, President of the Knights of Hell, could never be vulnerable.
Chapter Eight
“What do you mean I can’t leave?” Grace balled her hands into fists and scowled as she stood in front of the bedroom door.
Zeke pulled on a t-shirt and shrugged into his patch. Despite her extremely pissed off tone, he didn’t seem fazed. She didn’t even think he’d heard her.
“Zeke,” she shouted, getting his attention. “What do you mean I can’t leave? My store opens in two weeks. I have to be there. I need to be ready.”
And she’d been cooped up in the clubhouse for three days. After seventy-two hours of bustle, music, laughter, arguments and booze in the Knights of Hell fortress, she needed a break. For the Knights it was family, for her it was stifling. She needed some solitude. Some quiet. Some space between her and Zeke.
“You can’t go to the store. Lockdown means lockdown.”
He didn’t elaborate. When she’d agreed to come and stay, she hadn’t really understood what lockdown meant.
It meant not leaving the Knights compound. It meant being a virtual prisoner for days on end.
Despite the amazing sex and the easy way they’d fallen into a routine, she was still pissed at hell he wouldn’t let her leave. What grated more was the calm way he continued to lace up his boots while she had a meltdown.
It made her blood boil.
“My business is important.”
He rose, stalked over to her and stopped. “And my business can get you killed.”
His words made her heart pound. “You said this was precautionary.”
“It is. But it could still get you killed.” Zeke narrowed his eyes as though trying to see into her soul. “Told you I wasn’t a good person.”
She tightened her fists, took a deep, calming breath and counted to five in her head. She did know his business was dangerous. How could she forget? Her sister had almost been killed. It didn’t mean she had to put her life on hold just because they were having sex. The chances someone would associate her with Zeke were minimal. Kadence being in the tattoo store had been collateral damage rather than a deliberate target.
Grace stood her ground. “I’m going to the store.”
Darkness blazed from his eyes. “You’re really defying me on this?”
She hiked her chin. “Really.”
There. She’d told him. She doubted people defied him often. Bet he didn’t hear the word ‘no’ a great deal, but she wouldn’t back down. Surely he could see how important her fledgling business was.
Instead of being reasonable, he hoisted her up over his shoulder. As he walked back towards his huge bed, she pummeled his ass. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put me down.”
“Sure thing, Doc.” He unceremoniously dumped her onto the bed.
She bounced as she hit the plush mattress. The soft sheets broke her fall so it didn’t hurt, but the indignation of being manhandled knocked the wind out of her.
Pushing strands of hair out of her eyes, she glared at him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He leaned down, caging her as he pushed two fists into the bed on either side of her. His nose almost touching hers. The raw, primal power rolling off him made her nipples peak. “You will not go to your store. You will not leave this room until I say you can. Are we clear?”
Anger, pure and hot as a volcano, rolled through her. The man might be red hot in the sack but she didn’t belong to him. She’d never had a man tell her what to do and she didn’t intend to start now.
She prodded his shoulder trying to get him to back up. “I do what I want. Just because we’re having sex doesn’t mean you own me.”
His eyes narrowed and the muscles in his jaw twitched. He crawled onto the bed until she could do nothing but scoot back against the back board. He sat on his knees and loomed over her. “We’ll see about that.”
With one hand on her torso, he pushed her down onto the bed and held her there. With the other, he fumbled in the bedside drawer and pulled out two leather wrist cuffs with metal loops attached to each one.
“Zeke...” she whispered cautiously, dreading what he was going to do with the cuffs.
In a few deft movements he had them secured around her wrists, before looping a chain through each of the metal rings. He pulled and her arms rose above her head. She’d barely had time to think let alone react as he tied her to the bed.
“You bastard,” she spat as she tested her restraints. Although they were tight, they were comfortable. The velvet lined cuffs didn’t chaff her wrists and there was enough slack on the chains to allow her movement, she wouldn’t be able to leave the bed.
His bed.
Zeke’s wicked smirk made her pussy damp. “Never test me, Grace. You won’t like the results.”
She one again strained against her bonds. Despite her predicament and his dominating ways, she enjoyed being shackled for him. Not that she’d ever let him know. He had enough power over her already.
He ran a finger over her cheek, across the seam of her lips, avoiding her gnashing teeth, down along her neck, over the swell of her breasts and lower still, stopping between her thighs. Just as she arched into him, he grinned and got off the bed, heading for the door.
“You can’t leave me here,” she shouted, panic coursing through her.
“Be a good girl, Grace. Don’t make me come back and gag you.”
And with that he was gone.
She counted down the seconds in her head. Five minutes. Surely he’d be back soon. He couldn’t leave her tied like this all day. Could he?
What if she needed water? Or to pee?
She opened her mouth to yell, snapped it shut. No way on earth would she give him the satisfaction of gagging her. Her mind raced in a hundred different directions.
If she screamed for help, he’d come back and gag her. Which meant he could hear her. Which meant he couldn’t have gone too far.
Rat bastard.
He couldn’t do this—leave her bound and...and...completely and utterly turned on.
She once again jerked against the restraints. The feeling of being tied, of helplessness, of being at Zeke Knight’s mercy, made her nipples hard. She clenched her thighs, hoping to ease some of the aching in her clit.
He was turning her into a sex maniac. She’d gone without sex for a long time and now she couldn’t go one freaking day without needing to touch him.
Damn him.
She ran through various scenarios involving Zeke being tortured by medieval style implements. In those he didn’t appear so cocky. Inflicting imaginary pain on the overly possessive, pain-in-the-ass club president calmed some of the rage.
The door swung open, startling her. Zeke leaned against the frame, hands stuffed into his jeans, a smug grin lifting the corners of his lips. “Ready to see things my way?”
Anger once again bubbled to the surface. “You’re a brute.”
She refused to acknowledge the slickness between her thighs that their sparring turned her on.
He slammed the door, stalked into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. The thin sleep shirt and panties didn’t seem enough of a barrier as he stripped her with his gaze.
“You didn’t call out.”
She let out an unladylike grunt.
“You followed my order,” he said, the grin spreading into a devastating smile. “You like me being in charge.”
“In your dreams.” The phrase constantly made a liar out of her. It was her dreams Zeke filled and they weren’t all sugar plums, and fairytale Princes. In her dreams, Zeke played the big bad wolf ready and willing to devour her.
It threw her off guard when he began to strip. All defiance forgotten as she watched him reveal hi
s torso, baring his glorious ink before shoving down his jeans.
She swallowed at the sight of his thick, hard cock springing free. Her mouth watered.
Definitely becoming a sex maniac.
“Untie me,” she begged straining against her bonds. “Let me touch you.”
Zeke gripped her ankle as he got onto the bed. The mattress dipped with his weight. “Not today, Doc.” He pushed apart her thighs and stared greedily at her core. His eyes danced with pure sin. “Today I’m gonna taste your sweet cunt. You’ve denied me too long.”
All rational thought flew out of her head as he started making good on his promise.
Chapter Nine
Grace breathed in the sweet scent of lilies from her back porch and relished in her freedom. “I’m so glad to be out of that place.”
Kadence sat on the porch swing, legs tucked beneath her as she sipped a cup of coffee. “Uh-huh.”
After six long days of being confined to the clubhouse, it felt amazing to breathe in the fresh air of her garden. To be in her own home, surrounded by her things. Not that her time with the Knights of Hell hadn’t been interesting.
Heat flushed her cheeks as she remembered spending every night in Zeke’s bed. Despite having him repeatedly, none of the fire burned out. Even now her fingers itched to touch him. Her pussy throbbed with a deep seated need to be filled by him.
Yet freedom never tasted so damn sweet.
After their initial clash when Zeke tied her to his bed, she’d given into his overbearing demands. He’d softened and allowed her to work a few hours a day, accompanied by one of his band of warriors. She was glad to be away from his demanding presence. She couldn’t imagine being part of their lifestyle full time.
Not that he’d asked.
Just because they were having sex didn’t mean they were an item. They weren’t in a relationship. Weren’t anything more than ‘lovers’.
“Earth to Grace,” Kadence teased. “What’s running around that complicated head of yours, sister?”
Grace flashed her a sardonic smile. “Nothing for you to worry about.”
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