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  “Get on your knees,” I order. Sweet fucking little bitch doesn’t even hesitate. Kneels so pretty and peers up at me. “Suck.”

  Her nose wrinkles and she takes a tentative lick.

  “Don’t need to work me up, baby girl. I said suck. Open wide.” My hands thread through her hair, holding her so I can shove my cock in her mouth, thrusting until I hit the back of her throat. I pull back and almost lose it as her lips and tongue stroke me. The wrinkled nose is too much to ignore.

  “Taste yourself on my dick, baby?”

  She nods and hums, the vibration traveling straight to my balls. “You like it?”

  This time she shakes her head and hums. It’s fucking hot and cute, and I’m gonna lose it any second. “But you’ll do it ’cause I asked. Right, baby girl? You wanna please me?”

  She whimpers and nods.

  “Good girl.” She keeps her eyes on me, swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. Brings her hands up and starts working me. She’s trying to get me off as fast as possible. I want to fuck with her, and hold off. But I can’t control myself from finding a rhythm, pushing in deeper each time.

  “Fuck,” I groan, filling her mouth with cum. I’m amazed I’ve got anything left after the way I’ve gone at her tonight. “Good girl,” I whisper as she swallows everything. I help her up and she wraps her arms around me. We stay like that for a second, then she pulls away and hands me my shirt.

  Neither of us says anything as we leave the rooftop and go downstairs to my room. I’m on her the second the door closes. Yanking that little skirt down her legs and ripping that thin tank top away from her breasts.

  “Know why I wanted to come in your mouth, babe?” I ask as I pinch and rub her rock hard nipples.

  “No,” she gasps.

  “’Cause I wanna bury my face in your pussy and didn’t feel like eating my own cum.”

  She gasps, and then giggles at my filthy words. She ain’t giggling two seconds later when her naked body’s sprawled face down over my lap.

  “Someone said they wanted a spanking before,” I whisper against her ear. She raises her ass in the air.

  “Yes, please.”

  Fuck me.

  Underneath my lust, some other emotion uncoils, burning a path to my chest. For a second, I suck in a breath at the sight of her perfect ass. Bared for my hand.

  “Please, Dante,” she whispers softly. Her cheek’s pressed against the mattress and her big, blue eyes stare up at me. The muscles in her legs tense as I run my hand over the soft globes of her ass. Everything about my girl is soft, sweet, and perfect. She’s everything a man like me should never touch. She shudders as I run my fingers down her spine and the tight line of her ass. She sighs the first time my hand comes down on her ass. I go slow, taking time to touch her in between smacks. She’s got a soft smile on her lips when I really start laying into her ass. She whimpers and pulls her arms up under her, but never tries to get away. I keep alternately smacking both cheeks until they’re glowing.

  “Had enough, baby girl?”

  “No.”

  I’m afraid if I keep at her much longer, I’ll hurt her. And I don’t think she has any idea when to say stop. That leaves it up to me. Running my hands over her warm skin does nothing to calm my raging erection. My hands cup her cheeks and spread her open. She tenses and I lay a sharp smack on her upper thigh. “My ass, Karina. Mine. Stay still.”

  She whimpers, but not from fear or pain. “I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are.”

  Wedging my hand between her thighs, I open her wider. “My girl’s nice and wet from her spanking.”

  Her eyes close and she moans softly while I dip my fingers inside her. She jumps when I drag a finger up to her clit.

  “Sensitive?”

  “Yes.”

  I dip my fingers inside her again, spreading her wetness to her ass. “Wish I had your plug here. Need to fuck your ass soon.”

  “Oh…oh…oh.” She’s moaning and babbling as my fingers work circles around her tight little hole. “I…I…have to tell you something,” she stammers out.

  “What’s that, baby girl?” I stop teasing her so she can get some words out.

  “I lost the plug.”

  “Lost? How?”

  Her face is almost as red as her ass as she squirms in my lap to see me better. “When he came to get me, he said we’d be on lock down so I grabbed it while I was packing. It’s in the car with all my books and other stuff. I’m so sorry.”

  It’s wrong, but I can’t help laughing. “You were thinking of me, baby girl?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  I lift her so she’s sitting in my lap. My hand grips her chin, turning her to face me. Her mouth’s open and I plant a hot wet kiss on her lips. She grabs my shoulders and takes the kiss deeper. Hungry groans fill my mouth and my hand goes to the back of her head, holding her still.

  When I finally pull away, her eyes are glazed, lips red and swollen. “Are you mad?”

  “No. Fuck, no. It’s sweet and hot as fuck that you were thinking of pleasing me even though you must have been scared.”

  The corners of her mouth turn up.

  I slide her off my lap and onto the bed. “Come on, time for bed.”

  She drops her gaze to my rock hard dick, straining to punch a hole through my fuckin’ pants. “But?”

  “You want my cock again?”

  “I need to come.” Somehow, when my little bitch whines, it’s the hottest fuckin’ sound in the world. Nothing. Nothing about her annoys me. How long will that last?

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  On Sunday, Dante says it’s safe to go home. Happiness bubbles through me at the thought. Although no one bothered me this time, I still don’t like sleeping over at the clubhouse.

  Returning to Dante’s cabin feels weird. Less than forty-eight hours ago, I’d been abducted from the front yard.

  Inside, the stench of burned chicken fills the house.

  “Oh, shit, Dante!” I yelp, racing over to the kitchen. The crockpot shut itself off, but not before everything in it charred.

  “I’m so sorry,” I say, choking back a sob.

  Dante’s hands settle on my shoulders, pulling me back against his chest. “What are you sorry for, baby girl?”

  “I could have burned the house down.”

  He chuckles and turns me to face him. Big, warm, rough hands cup my cheeks. “Karina, were you planning to be kidnapped?”

  “No.”

  “Then don’t apologize. We’ll throw it out and I’ll buy you a new one. Don’t give a fuck about a goddamn crockpot. Just happy my girl’s okay.”

  That’s it. I’m done. I throw myself against him, linking my fingers behind his back and sob against his chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me just as tight, while his hands rub up and down my back.

  “You’re safe, baby girl. I won’t let anything happen to you again.”

  We stay like that for a while. Then Dante sits me down in the living room and flips the television on. While I absently flip through the channels, he tosses the crockpot in the garbage. He joins me on the couch and settles his hand on my knee.

  “I’m so happy to be home, Dante.” The words feel fuzzy as they fall off my tongue. This is my home now, right?

  One of his hands tugs at the ends of my hair. “Happy you’re home. Your car should be back tomorrow.”

  “Really? How’d you find it? Did you find Logan too?” Why did he wait to tell me this until now?

  He reaches up and caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. It’s an awfully sweet gesture considering what he says next. “None of that’s stuff you need to worry about.”

  What the hell? Did the club find Logan and kill him? I’m surprised how much the thought bothers me. I shouldn’t care.

  “Does Hemi have any other family?” he asks while I’m figuring out what to say.

  My mouth opens, but I stop to think about my answer. “I think he had an aunt that lived in Wyomin
g? He spent one summer up there after he first moved here.”

  “Remember the name?”

  “No. But it was his dad’s sister. I don’t know if that helps.”

  He leans over and presses a kiss to my temple. “Yeah, baby, it does. Thank you.”

  “Thank God, I’ll have my stuff back. All my books were in there. I don’t know what I’m going to tell my teachers tomorrow.”

  “Don’t tell them what happened. Don’t talk about it with anyone. It’s club business and we’ll handle it.”

  Stung, I pull away from him. “Dante, I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t do that.”

  “Okay. Not even your friends.”

  I nod but I’m still hurt he thinks I’m so dumb.

  “I’ll take you to school tomorrow and pick you up.”

  I don’t know why, but this big, bad, older biker talking so casually about dropping me off at school seems so wrong. I let out a burst of giggles.

  “What’re you laughing at, baby girl?”

  “Nothing.”

  He’s still eying me. “Want you to concentrate on your school work. Don’t have much longer until graduation, right?”

  “Yeah.” I hesitate for a second, then dive in. “Before all the craziness with Logan, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

  He turns, draping his arm over the couch, so he can face me. “What?”

  I’m struck with an overwhelming crush of emotion because I can’t remember anyone—except Logan way back when—ever giving me their full attention like this. I have to swallow a few times before I open my mouth.

  “Um, well…my physics teacher thought it would be a good idea for me to take some chemistry classes over the summer at the community college.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Uh, is that…okay?” My cheeks heat up and I have to look away.

  Dante places two rough fingers under my chin and turns me to face him. “My girl’s pretty fuckin’ smart, huh?”

  “Wha…What do you mean?”

  He snorts and looks away. “Nothin’. Fuck yeah. Take whatever classes you want. Why would you even ask?”

  My shoulders lift and I glance at my fingers nervously twisting together in my lap. “I don’t know. I thought maybe I should get a job. It’s not right that I don’t contribute anything—”

  “Your job is goin’ to school and makin’ me happy.”

  The corners of my mouth twitch up. “Okay.”

  “You think you need a job for some life experience or some shit, go ahead.” He snorts. “Only jobs I can help you find are in the club’s titty bar—which ain’t fuckin’ happening—or Romeo’s garage. That’s not happening either.”

  And here’s the other thing I wanted to talk to him about. “My teacher also suggested I volunteer at the children’s hospital over the summer. I’m, uh, thinking about med school again.”

  His mouth curves into a smile. “That’s great. Love the idea of fuckin’ a doctor.”

  I have to blush and look away. “It’s eight years—”

  He shrugs. “When you’re my age, you start realizing years go by pretty fast.”

  “I’m still thinking of going to state and the campus isn’t as far.”

  “I got enough cash to send you wherever you wanna go.”

  Wow. Holy shit. That’s—“Dante, I don’t expect you to put me through school—”

  From the way his forehead wrinkles and his eyes narrow, I think I insulted him. “That’s why I want to do it. You don’t expect me to. You want to pull your weight. Most women I’ve known don’t have goals other than gettin’ knocked up and finding some dude to live off of. You’re smart. You got ambition. I know you think I’m just a filthy biker, but I respect that, Karina.”

  “You’re not a filthy biker.”

  “Oh, yes I am, baby. Don’t ever forget it.”

  I’m in love with this girl.

  Fuck me to hell and back. Did I just offer fuck knows how many thousands of dollars to put this bitch through school? This ain’t about her being the best fuck of my life anymore. This is something else. Unmapped territory.

  The look on her face when she so nervously asked me if she could take a class. Asked me if I want her to get a job. Twisted me the fuck up. I need to be the one to take care of this girl. Never in my life have I given a fuck about doing the right thing for anyone other than myself or my club.

  “Come on, baby girl. Time for bed.”

  She gives me a questioning look, but takes my hand and follows me upstairs.

  Words don’t have much meaning to me. Showing her is better. She walks ahead of me into the bedroom and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her against my chest. She leans back, limp and content. Shadows fill the room, but I don’t need light. I know her body in my fuckin’ sleep.

  My nose is in her hair, tongue flicking her ear. I slide my hand up her body loosely wrapping it around her neck. Her pulse flutters wildly against my skin. “Do you understand what I feel for you, Karina?”

  She swallows, the sensation reminding me of other things. “I think so.”

  So sweet and unsure. My fingers slide under her chin, angling her face so I can brush my lips against hers. Her sigh makes me press harder, tasting her slow and deep. Her knees weaken and her hands wrap around my arms, sexy little noises come from the back of her throat. My dick’s so hard I ache.

  We shuffle to the bed with my hand at her neck and one arm around her waist. “The things I plan to do to you, little girl…”

  “Anything,” she whispers.

  “What’s that?”

  “Do anything you want to me.”

  “That’s dangerous.”

  “I trust you.” She sighs and relaxes against me.

  I release her and push her forward. “Take everything off and lie down.”

  I’m ready to come in my pants. Otherwise, I’d laugh at how fast she gets out of her clothes and into position. “Someone wants to be fucked.”

  She angles her head so she can see me and nods.

  “Put your feet flat on the bed and spread your legs.”

  “What? Why?”

  For one second, I take my eyes off her, so I can snap on the bedside lamp. She blinks, and even in the weak light, I see pink racing over her skin.

  “Didn’t you just say I could do anything to you?” She jumps at my sharp tone and plants her feet on the mattress. “Knees apart, Karina.”

  Too slow for my wild brain, she parts them. Curling one of my big, scarred hands over each knee, I shove them wider.

  “You like when I put my mouth on your cunt, baby girl?”

  “Yes, daddy.” A growl rumbles through my chest and a shudder works down my body. Fuckin’ love the way her voice sounds when she calls me that.

  I take a step back, otherwise I’m going to lose it and bury my dick in her in the next two seconds. “Cup your tits for me. Pinch your nipples. Harder.” I fire off each demand and she follows.

  Her skin’s bright pink, but she keeps doing as I ask. “Don’t be fuckin’ shy with me, Karina. Put one of your hands between your legs.”

  She’s either gettin’ into it or tryin’ to entice me up there, because first she sticks her finger in her mouth, makin’ a show out of sucking it. Slowly she trails her wet finger down the middle of her body, stopping short of where I want. “Touch yourself. Rub your clit nice and slow for me.” Her fingers move a few more inches and she hisses when they land on their target.

  “Good girl,” I whisper. “Now slide your finger down between your lips.” I fight off a groan as her fingers glide right over her glistening pink skin. “Perfect girl. So nice and wet.”

  She hums and waits for her next instruction. Glancing up, I take in her closed eyes and her other hand still playing with her nipples. “Push a finger in.” My throat’s so tight, I have to choke the words out. Her knees drop to cover herself and I wedge my arm between them. “Don’t you dare hide from me. You’re so fuckin’ sexy right now.”

  Her eye
s meet mine searching to see if I’m tellin’ the truth. I run a hand over my aching dick. “Yeah, you’re hot as fuck. Gonna have to cut these fuckin’ jeans off me, babe.”

  The corners of her mouth turn up and she reaches out for me.

  “No. Put your hand back on your tit and play with your nipples like you were doing. Good girl,” I add when she does it.

  “Now, slide that other finger in your slick little cunt. In and out. Nice and slow.” Fuckin’ perfect. “Do you like that, baby girl?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  She’s actually pouting.

  “Bullshit. Your juices are running over your fuckin’ ass cheeks.”

  “That’s you,” she mumbles.

  “What?”

  “That’s because of you,” she says louder. “I like when you touch me. I’m thinking about your big, thick, rough fingers inside of me and then your smooth, wide cock filling me.”

  Fuck me. She wins. I’m tappin’ out. I whip my shirt over my head and somehow get my pants down without ripping my dick off. The little smirk she’s wearing disappears when I hook my arms around her legs and drag her to me. “Think you’re fuckin’ cute, don’tcha?” I ask. Each word comes out clipped and broken because I’m shoving my dick in her as I say them.

  “You’re finally fucking me, aren’t you?”

  Where did this girl come from? It’s fuckin’ hot. I slide my arms under her and hook my hands over her shoulders to keep her still for the pounding her pussy’s about to take. “You’re a mouthy little bitch tonight, huh?” I mutter against her neck as I keep thrusting.

  “Y…yes. Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop.”

  A dozen images of all the dirty things I want to do to her flip through my head. I release her and pull out, standing so fast my head spins. “Stand up.”

  She whines and I wrap my hand around her ankle, dragging her to the edge of the bed. When she’s on her feet, I turn her to face the bed. “Bend over.”

  That, she’s happy to do. “You’ve been bad. I wanted to watch you finger-fuck yourself and you ruined it.” I drop each word with enough force that she peers at me over her shoulder.

  “I’m sorry.”