“Fuck, darlin’,” he roars as his cock leaps inside my mouth. Then he’s pulling out of me and I hear the zipper before his thumb is swiping up anything I lost, shoving it in my mouth. I lick it clean, and just as quickly as he was there, I hear his heavy footsteps as he walks away.
Chapter Seven
Devious
I shouldn’t have let her taste me, because now all I can think about is tasting her. The obsession has become so much that I stand outside her door at the three in the morning debating going inside. I know I should walk away but she’s right there, on the other side of this door ready and waiting for me to take her. She watched me for hours while I worked out tonight and just feeling her greedy gaze on me almost had me hauling ass over here. I was ready to storm in this door and take what belongs to me. Now I’m standing here questioning my own goddamn sanity. I shouldn’t be here. That’s when I hear something behind me. Movement. I duck back behind the wall and wait but I hear boots thudding closer to me. Then they are knocking on her door. It takes a few before I hear her voice.
“What the hell?”
“I could say the same. Daddy know you’re livin’ here?” the man growls. Shit. He must be from her dad’s club. A war wages inside of me. Leave now and not be seen or risk listening in.
“No and I’d appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut,” she snaps, sounding irritated. That makes two of us. I don’t want this fuck anywhere near her. I peek around the corner, ready to snap at a second’s notice.
“Then you know what I want.”
“Not happening, Brian. Besides, daddy said you’re off-limits; remember the last time you tried to hook up with me?” Good girl. That’s my good girl.
“Daddy isn’t here, and if you want to keep your little apartment a secret you will do what I tell you,” he hisses.
That’s enough of that. I pull my hoodie low over my eyes and pull my knife from the sheath before I move. It takes me seconds to make it around the corner and plunge the knife into his back. My bandana is wrapped around my face as I shove the knife in deeper. He tries to yell but I reach up with both hands, snapping his neck. Before Harley has a chance to scream, I shake my head at her and drag this fuck’s body down to the abandoned apartment and dump him. When I come back out, she’s still standing there in a stunned silence. I move toward her and each step I take is one step back for her until I’m inside her apartment. I’m in her space and her scent surrounds me. With a growl, I shove my sleeves up revealing all the tattoos that litter my arms. Harley takes them in, her lips parted. She isn’t sure what to do.
“Get…get out,” she says, sounding unsure of herself.
“You really want that?”
“You just killed him! Do you have any idea what my father will do to you?” Then she sees the bandana and her jaw drops. “No. Not you.”
“Yeah, me. Who else would it be? You should know me better than anyone now, Harley. You watch me as much as I watch you, don’t you?” The question is one I want her to answer. I want to hear her say it. I want her to admit that she fucking touches herself while watching me work out on the roof.
“You can’t be him.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t… You’re a rival of my dad’s!” she screams, as if that makes a difference to me. I walk closer, trying to gauge her reaction to me. With every step I take, she counters with one in reverse until her knees hit the edge of her bed.
“Now what?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. She watches me, unsure of what to do now. She sucked my cock not caring who I was and now all of the sudden it’s a problem?
“Who are you?”
“I’m yours, darlin’. Just like you’re gonna be mine,” I tell her as I reach up and run my fingers along her bare shoulder. I love when she sleeps in nothing but a tank top and panties. Even after I warned her about leaving her curtains open, she did it anyway. A chill covers her body as I smirk behind my bandana. She watches me so intently like she has no idea who the hell it is standing in front of her.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what?”
“Don’t hurt me,” she says softly, a tear in her eye.
“Why would I hurt you? I want to keep you, baby girl.”
Her lips part before she slowly reaches up and tries to pull the bandana down. I swat her hand away and shake my head, not wanting her to know just yet that I’m not just the man she’s been watching and a member of the rival MC, but the Prez of that rival MC. I don’t want her to see who I truly am until she’s sure about this. So instead, I shove her back onto her bed, climb over her, and cover her eyes with her sheet. Then I move down her body, kissing every exposed piece of flesh I can find until I reach up and untie my bandana. Tossing it to the side, I pull her tiny thong off her body and she lets me. In seconds, I’m between her legs, licking and sucking.
“Please. More,” she cries out. And who am I to not give her what
