CLAIMED BY A SINNER
A.G. Henderson
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual places, events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All persons in this story are 18 or older.
Contents
CHAPTER 1 - Texas
CHAPTER 2 - Texas
CHAPTER 3 - Lizzy
CHAPTER 4 - Texas
CHAPTER 5 - Lizzy
CHAPTER 6 - Texas
CHAPTER 7 - Lizzy
CHAPTER 8 - Texas
EPILOGUE - Lizzy
CHAPTER 1 - Texas
Two years ago
I sighed through my nose and tapped my finger impatiently on my thigh as I waited for my captive to wake up. This was one of the things they never let on in movies. Once someone has been given a concussion, say with a chromed-out baseball bat, they weren’t guaranteed to wake up in a few minutes no worse for wear. Hell, sometimes they didn’t wake back up at all. Hopefully, that wasn’t the case here because I had some questions for this piece of shit.
It would be a real pain in the ass if I had to go back and tell Creed the interrogation failed because I killed the motherfucker with the first blow.
Thankfully, right as that last thought passed through my mind, I heard a pained moan from the other side of the dimly lit alley and Johnny Cocksucking Masters started rolling his head around as he came to, sitting on the ground across from me.
I stayed leaning on the faded brick wall, the right shoulder of my black, leather jacket the only thing making contact. We were in a shitty part of town, and I meant that in the most literal fucking sense possible. The alley was so full of piss and feces that the smell was practically congealing in my nose and I was going to have to wipe my fucking boots down before I got back on my bike. But it was the perfect place for what I needed.
Deserted.
Crime-ridden.
One of those black stains on the map of Oakdale, North Carolina that had such a bad rap that no one even looked twice when they heard a gunshot or when someone went missing.
One end of the alley had a fence that led to the lot of an abandoned chop shop and the other emptied out into a park that no one with any sense would venture into. Which meant we didn’t have a lick of company. Just the way I liked it.
Johnny moaned again and I curled my lip at the pathetic keening sound that started pouring from his lips. That wouldn’t do. I really would kill him if I had to listen to that for more than a few seconds.
I stepped forward quickly and I could tell when he realized something was moving in the shadows because his eyes went wide.
“What-” he started, but that was all he got out before the back of my gloved hand connected with the side of his face and the sound of impact cracked around us.
His head twisted to the side and blood sprayed some of the trash bags beside him as he started to fall. I watched in amusement as his shoulders jerked and I imagined he was trying to bring his hands around to catch himself. Too bad they were duct taped behind his back. So instead, he got a face full of someone’s split open garbage.
“Mmmfff!” His words were muffled but the desperation was still apparent.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by his scrawny neck like the dog he was, hauling him up and shoving him back hard against the bricks. Not too hard though. Concussions and all that. Serious business.
“Welcome back, Johnny-boy. I thought I lost ya for a sec there.”
He focused on me and his pockmarked face went white as a sheet. “T-t-t- Tex,” he stuttered. “How’d I get here man? I think somebody mighta jumped me.”
I nodded patiently. “Someone did jump you. That somebody was me. Right outside that fancy little apartment of yours. Pretty fucking expensive pad for a prospect.”
His eyes darted like a scared animal, looking up and down the alley for an escape. There wasn’t one. Creed, our club’s president, named me Sergeant at Arms for a good fucking reason. Motherfuckers fucked with the club, they fucked with me. And no one fucked with me and got away with it.
I was a natural born predator.
Top of the goddamn food chain and all that shit.
If it was possible, he went even whiter, looking like a ghost before I even made him one. “Tex, just give me a minute. That’s all I need. One little minute. I swear to God I can explain about the money. I was going to pay it back, I swear.” Jesus, a little tap upside the head and he was already admitting his guilt? After this, I needed to have a chat with whoever recruited this asswipe. “I just needed a little bit to get me over this hump I was in man. I would never actually steal from the club. You know that. Prez knows that. Everybody-”
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” I drawled, crouching until I was all up in his space. My six five, muscle packed frame took up every spare inch around him. “Stop talking. You’re gonna make my damn ears bleed.”
His mouth snapped shut so hard his teeth clicked.
“Now listen here.” He nodded his head a bit too fast and started looking green. I got up and stepped away as his eyes bulged and he vomited all over himself, the acrid scent burning the lining of my nose. “Well, that’s fucking disgusting. You couldn’t have turned your head at least?”
He whimpered. Gagged. I swear to God his eyes started tearing up and I looked to the sky for a second before pulling the matte black Glock from the back of my jeans and placing the barrel against his forehead.
That got his attention. He nearly went cross-eyed trying to look at me around the pistol.
“I got one question for ya, Johnny. And I’m only gonna ask once, so I-”
“The rest of the money is under my bed in a black duffel,” he blurted, and I felt the first stirrings of rage flicking heat through my veins. I hated to be interrupted and this was already dragging on longer than it was supposed to. The Seven Sinners had a meeting tonight and a party right after it. I was already late getting underway and Johnny was officially wasting my fucking time.
He was still going on. Apologizing. Pleading. Full-on crying. I ignored all of it as I took a shallow breath, aimed at his thigh and pulled the trigger.
My ears rang but I saw the cords in his neck stand out as he screamed and started wriggling around like someone lit a fire beneath his ass. Except that would’ve been less painful than what he was going through. I knew. Anyone that claimed being shot didn’t hurt like a bitch was lying.
When I could hear his low, pained moans, I started speaking again. “As I was saying. One question. Answer with the truth before you start lookin’ like swiss cheese, feel me?”
He nodded frantically, tears streaming down his ugly mug.
I aimed at his other thigh and crouched low until I was staring into his red-rimmed eyes. “Who helped you?” There was no way a prospect could’ve gotten access to the kind of money he had stolen. Not without the help of a brother. Which meant somebody I thought I trusted - somebody I’ve probably had at my back, armed and ready - was a dirty, fucking traitor.
He whispered a name and I stared hard at him, waiting for a flinch or any kind of tell that would say he was lying. When nothing came, I nodded with a calm I didn’t feel. An inferno was blazing in my chest. Every cell in my body was firing signals that screamed for me to destroy everything in sight and bury the traitor in pieces. But it wouldn’t be that easy. As much as Creed trusted me. I knew this was something I couldn’t handle with a simple bullet.
I needed proof.
Almost as an afterthought, I stood and put a bullet in Johnny’s head. I tucked the gun at the back of my waist, my mind already spinning with options. Which is when I heard a metal trash can go cl
attering to the ground.
My head immediately swiveled to the fence at the end of the alley, and through the slats, I saw a shape moving in the night. Running. “Fuck,” I cursed and took off after them. The last damn thing I needed was a witness.
My boots thundered across the concrete and my long legs ate up the distance. I was up and over the fence in a single movement and I hit the ground running on the other side. Roughly thirty paces ahead of me, I caught sight of a figure turning a corner and continued my pursuit.
Years of staying on top of my fitness always paid off but I still didn’t expect to catch up as quickly as I did. When my prey made it out to one of the many side streets and closed in on one of the few, working lights, I saw why. It was a she, a tall one, with long, blonde hair flying wild behind her and swishing across the top of the most glorious fucking ass I’ve ever seen in my life, encased in a short, beige skirt that stopped at mid-thigh.
My dick twitched in my jeans as she jiggled from side to side. I slowed my pace down gradually, both to observe and to allow me to stick to the shadows. Because just like I thought she would, the second she made it underneath the streetlight she stopped and turned around, searching desperately for any sign she was being pursued while her chest heaved.
“Foolish girl,” I muttered, not even breathing hard as I watched her breasts rise and fall. She couldn’t have chosen a more terrible place to make what would be her last stand if I was anyone else.
I was still surrounded by pitch black darkness while that bright bulb had burned out her night vision the second she ran toward it. I was invisible to her and she only made it more obvious by the way her head swiveled around madly, hair flying every which way. Yet somehow, she paused and turned exactly in my direction, as if she could feel me standing there, and my heart stopped.
Underneath that halo of light but with rundown buildings and peeling paint acting as her backdrop, she looked like an angel surrounded by hell on all sides. I moved closer as I soaked her in, staying just at the shadow’s edge. Bright blue eyes. A slightly upturned nose. Pink lips open as she sucked in breath after greedy breath. Goosebumps broke out against my skin and my heart thundered in my chest in a way that had nothing to do with that brief sprint and everything to do with the beauty standing before me.
Whatever plans I had when I gave chase shattered against the wall of feelings that swelled in me from out of nowhere. She was mine. Point blank fucking period. No harm would ever come to this girl while I lived and no man but me would ever touch her. It was decided.
Just.
Like.
That.
CHAPTER 2 - Texas
Heedless of her reaction, I stalked right into the light and made my way towards her, loving the soft little gasp that escaped her as I came into view.
She took a single, hesitant step backwards and I simply called out, “Don’t.”
My mystery girl stayed like that as I approached, her weight shifted onto one foot. But she made no other move to run or even scream which would’ve been the smart thing to do. It seemed she was trapped in this invisible thing between us as surely as I was, and I was grateful for it. If she ran again, and I got another view of that shapely ass, things might end very differently when I caught her.
Just ask the length of my dick, hard and stretching down my thigh.
I didn’t stop until I was well within her personal space, close enough for the smell of vanilla and honey to tease my nose. Without thinking, I leaned forward and sniffed her hair, holding her scent in my lungs like the hit from a joint. And it had about the same effect. When I finally exhaled, I felt calm in a way I could usually only achieve by a trip to my lake house. If not for the tingling in my palms that itched for me to grab her, I may have felt even more relaxed.
“Did you just...sniff me?” she said in a small voice.
I opened my eyes - when the hell did I close them? - and looked down at her. Her pretty, blonde brows were twisted in an expression that was half awestruck, half amusement. Neither of which was really appropriate considering she was currently cornered on an empty street by someone she had just seen kill a man. But it was much better than the fear.
And while she didn’t know it yet, I would never let anything happen to her.
Still.
“What the fuck are you doin’ out here by yourself?” I growled, hands fisting at my sides. “It ain’t safe.”
The look that said she didn’t know what to make of me vanished, replaced by fire that turned those blue eyes into sapphires. Fucking. Perfection. She took a step back and put her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the side.
“Excuse me?” she asked, voice coming stronger now that she’d obviously tapped her well of courage. “I take this way home all the time and I’ve never had a problem before tonight.”
I reclaimed the step between us, angling my body so that she was trapped between me and the light post. “Well, you sure enough ran into a problem tonight, sweetheart.” Her chin tilted up in defiance, but she only exposed the long, tanned column of her throat and my gaze drifted to the fluttering pulse there. “Scared?”
Her eyes were focused on my lips. “Not as much as I should be,” she whispered before clamping a hand over her mouth as if she’d said too much.
“Why?” I barked, more harshly than I intended judging by her barely there flinch.
This roughness wasn’t like me. Out of all the brothers, except maybe Tone, I was the most laid back unless we had been crossed. Hell, I was calmer killing a man than I was in her presence. But the need to know if she felt this unbreakable bond between us as strongly as I did was bearing down on me like a damn stampede.
My hand moved on its own, the pad of my thumb brushing across her full bottom lip and her eyes widened as her breathing changed. “For some reason,” she said softly. “I don’t believe you would ever hurt me.”
“Even after what you saw?”
“Did he deserve it?”
Club business was club business, but I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
She nuzzled into my hand where it rested against her cheek, her skin so soft I worried about scratching her with my rough palms. “Then I didn’t see anything.” I stared down at her hard. She met my steel without flinching. “It was already so dark, and everything happened in the shadows. All I know is that I ran and ran all the way home.”
My jaw wanted to drop but I held myself in check, barely. “Tell me your name, sweet girl.” So I would know what to call my future wife when I fucked her. Owned her. Planted my seed deep in her womb and claimed her as mine and mine alone.
“Elizabeth,” she said so sweetly that my balls ached. “But everyone I care about calls me Lizzy.”
“That sounds an awful lot like an invitation.” My voice dropped. “Lizzy.”
Her pupils dilated and her knees trembled against me. “Say it again, please.”
I growled low in my throat and backed her the rest of the way up against the light post. She gasped and I didn’t know if it was from the cold metal biting into her shoulder blades or the feel of my cock poking into her stomach. “You like that?” I whispered into her ear, latching onto her curvy hips and squeezing with a grip I hoped would leave marks against her skin. “The way your name rolls of my tongue?” She nodded frantically, hands going to my chest. “You want to hear me roar it to the fucking sky when I’m buried deep in your tight pussy?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, rolling her hips against me. “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to be my first.”
“Your first?” I pulled back enough to look down at her, marveling at how beautiful she looked, skin flushed with lust. But her words triggered something in my brain and as I took her in with new eyes, her innocence shone like a damn beacon. Her curves easily filled out the black cotton polo and beige skirt but I glanced at the small, fox logo above her breast and froze. I recognized that little fox, the logo from the local college.
“Fuck,” I cursed, releasing her and stepping b
ack like she’d burned me. I moved so fast that she swayed for a second at my absence before righting herself. When her eyes cleared, she took a step forward and a frown formed at my upturned palm, halting her advance. My mouth tasted like ash as I formed the question I seriously did not want a fucking answer to. “How old are you?”
She pouted those pink lips and it took everything in me not to sweep her up in my arms and devour her. I knew she wouldn’t stop me. Then I would know how those lips tasted. How they felt wrapped around my cock. How they parted when I was hilt deep in her-
Focus, damn it. Focus!
“Tell me, Lizzy.”
“Why does it matter?” Her chin tilted up again and I realized that was her tell when she was about to be defiant. “I want you,” she said plainly. “And you obviously want me. Or is that a bottled rocket stuffed in your jeans?”
I fought a grin. Who knew such a little angel could be a total hellion when she didn’t get her way? If I hadn’t been certain about her before, I was now. She was exactly what my grandmother would’ve wanted for me, and hers was the only opinion I ever absorbed without a second thought.
She rolled her eyes but muttered a number beneath her breath. “Speak up if you want to be heard.”
“Ugh,” she complained. “I liked you more when you were about to fuck me against a light pole.”
“I wasn’t.” She raised a brow, unconvinced, calling me on my shit in a way no one but Creed ever would. I smiled despite myself and her answering grin was brighter than the sun and everything I didn’t know I was missing. How the hell I was going to stay away from her for as long as was needed I wasn’t sure. But I was sure that I wasn’t about to start yet. “Fuckin’ hell, get over here,” I told her, spreading my arms.
She ran into them willingly, apparently trying her best to tackle me to the ground. “So, are you going to tell me your name, Mr. Big Bad Biker?”
“Texas,” I said, placing a kiss on the top of her head as I held her close to me, forcing myself to think about other things. Cleaning my guns. Building a roof. Kicking ass at pool. Anything to avoid focusing on her lush breasts pressed up against my front and the heat from between her thighs baking my leg. “And don’t act like I’m missin’ the fact you didn’t answer my question.”
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