Page 23 of Biker's Virgin


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Mila’s face contorted in disgust. “You are a pig.”

“And you…are jealous.”

Mila scoffed. “Please… I am not jealous.”

“No?”

“No,” she insisted firmly. “I’m just… disgusted and offended on behalf of all the women out there.”

“How noble of you,” I said, taking a step towards her.

She backed away from me and narrowed her eyes. “Do you get a kick out of treating women the way you do?” she demanded.

I smiled. “You act as though I’m a monster.”

“Maybe you are.”

“I don’t lie to anyone,” I said. “I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not. And I certainly don’t make these women any promises. It’s not like they care about me. It’s not like they want to know my name or my history either. So why can’t two consenting adults fuck each other silly and then forget each other the next day?”

Mila looked extremely uncomfortable now, and I could tell she was getting angry too. Her eyes flashed, and her body grew more tense. I could feel waves of heat wafting off her as though I had lit her on fire somehow. I was hard, but I didn’t let it show.

“You know what?” Mila said. “You can do whatever the fuck you want. It doesn’t matter to me.”

I smiled as I leaned into her just a little. “Really? Because it really seems like it does matter

to you. There is one way to keep me here tonight, you know, and it’s a simple one.”

Mila frowned, but I knew she wouldn’t bring herself to actually ask what that was. I traced my finger down the side of her arm and whispered, “I could sneak into this room tonight, and you could fuck me.”

Mila’s eyes burned a little brighter for a moment and then she pushed past me roughly, breaking the magnetic connection between us. “Get the hell out of my room,” she spat.

“Don’t say you’re not intrigued by that suggestion.”

“Trust me, I’m not,” Mila assured me. “I wouldn’t come near you. You’re just a jumped-up chauvinist with no idea how to treat a woman.”

“On the contrary, I know exactly how to treat a woman,” I said confidently. “I’ve never met a woman I couldn’t make cum.”

I saw Mila’s body tense a little, and I thought I saw a shiver pass through her. “If you want, I can prove it to you right here and now,” I said. “I can make you cum over and over again until your body is spent and your pussy is raw.”

She was breathing heavily. I could see her chest rise and fall with every breath. She walked towards me, and for one giddy moment, I thought she was going to kiss me. But instead, she placed both hands on my chest and pushed me out her door.

“You’re not getting anywhere near my pussy,” Mila said coldly. “Have fun tonight.”

Then she slammed the door in my face, and I stood there with a raging erection and no satisfying way to get rid of it.

Chapter Eight

Mila

I had just finished wrapping the ice cubes I’d taken from the kitchen in a soft cloth when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I called. “It’s open.”

A second later, Devon walked in. “Hi,” I said, surprised to see him. “What are you doing here? Have you heard anything?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“No… uh… what are you doing?” Devon asked, eyeing the cold cloth in my hand.

“Oh… I was just applying some old home remedies to my bruises… reduce the swelling a little.”

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