I know his MC can’t interfere with my brother’s club because there’s nothing to be done since I’m the president’s sister and Rowen picked a man for me. Personal issues, nothing more, nothing less. Colt’s MC has nothing to do with it, even if it’s fucked-up. It sounds like some twisted scene from a mafia romance. Minus the romance part, that’s for damn sure.
“I hope you know what you’re risking by not being able to resist me. And I can tell you right now I’m not worth it. You have to think about those little ones I’ve met. Weston, and Roper’s kid too. My brother would go nuts if he knew you helped me stay away from him.”
Fury washes over his face. “Not worth it? Then why the hell did you fight Cannon if you think you aren’t worth shit? Are you willing to suck and take his cock in every hole to please your brother? Well, why didn’t you say so? It would solve a lot of problems.”
My fist flies out and lands on his jaw hard enough for him to step back and drop his hand, leaving me the space to kick his shin for good measure and dash around him.
“You asshole,” I seethe. “I won’t suck anyone’s cock and surely not an asshole who cheats, stinks, and thinks my pussy is a damn prize to pop because he wants me for the title. A prize to be won for all to see and make him feel better and good about himself.”
I try to land another punch but Colt grabs both my wrists and pulls me to him, making me collide with his hard chest.
“Glad to hear we’re in agreement. You won’t suck anyone’s cock except mine. And I actually do have a plan, Kadence. But it involves a waiting game where in the end, I’m going to offer Rowen cash since your sick brother is all about making deals and whoring out his sister.”
Fury flares hot through my veins. He tightens his hands around my wrist and slowly shakes his head.
“Don’t get pissed, little spitfire. I hit the nail on the head about your fucked-up brother. It has nothing to do with you or the money I will happily cough up to buy your freedom, because that’s how I see it.”
“Buy my freedom?” I croak. “You really think my brother will accept cash if you offered? Cannon won’t–”
“My plan involves Cannon dead and buried. And your brother is the president now, he needs to put the club first and his club needs money to survive,” Colt simply states.
Laughter rips from me. I can’t help it. The way he mentions Cannon’s death as if it’s part of a turd he needs to flush is hysterical.
His determined look stops my laughter, but the corner of my mouth is still twitching when I ask, “Okay, I’m curious…how do you plan to kill him?”
“Either Rowen will take care of it for me or the fucker will be stupid enough to undermine Rowen’s authority, that will leave me to let him headbutt a bullet.”
Headbutt a bullet. The way those three words fall from his lips in a deadly vow is making my heart skip a beat or two. There’s something seriously wrong with me to find a man threatening to end another man’s life sexy.
“Keep staring at my lips and I’ll give ’em to you. But not to take your mouth, Kadence. I’ll take the lips of your pussy in a kiss that’ll make your orgasm explode on my tongue.”
My pussy clenches at the mere thought of having this man’s head between my legs. It has me wondering how his rough beard will feel when it slides along the inside of my thighs.
His breath heats my ear when he murmurs, “No use imagining how it would feel. And like I said…we’re playing a waiting game where we have a lot of spare time to kill. I intend to spend most of it between your legs.”
I have to swallow hard. Those aren’t empty words and his big, calloused hands are slowly stroking me, stoking the fire his words already set aflame inside me.
The men I’ve been surrounded with weren’t anything like Colt. Most might have been bikers but they took what they wanted, when they wanted. The only reason I’m still a virgin is because my father protected me–and threatened anyone who so much as looked my way–until the day he died.
Those other men didn’t make promises. And Colt has done nothing but make promises and he kept them too. Even if I forced myself upon him by coming here and putting everyone at risk by doing so.
Colt called my brother and arranged for me to stay here for seven days after he heard my mother killed herself on the day of my father’s funeral. And today, when those seven days were up and I had to return to my brother, Colt again offered me a way out; landing my ass here in his bunker.
And now he has another plan. Everything else in my life has fallen apart, and the one man who doesn’t give empty promises is standing before me to offer me pleasure and a future along with it. I would be stupid not to accept.
“Okay,” I breathe.
He hums in approval but it’s clear he needs clarification when he asks, “Okay to what, doll?”
The way he says doll all husky…hell, a sandpapery voice…encourages me enough to go all in. I was already all in, but whatever; I want everything this man has to offer because I just know he’s good for it.
“Okay to your mouth, the offer to buy my freedom, anything you have in mind: take lead and I’ll follow.” I’m prevented from saying anything more because his lips slam over mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth and letting my
