Page 12 of Bought By the Biker

Take me like it owns me.

Take me like it needs me.

Take me like it . . . loves me?

“Listen, whatever happens here is an act, all right?” he says in a strained whisper. “I’m going to say things that might be upsetting, revolting, even terrifying. But you need to remember it’s just an act. I might get a little rough, but I’ll do my best not to hurt you, all right?” He blinks twice, furrowing his brow like he’s puzzled. “Is this really your first time?”

I nod, shrug, look up at him. “Why do you look so surprised? Because I’m too old to be a virgin?”

Brock chuckles, shakes his head, gazing into me with a seriousness that sure doesn’t feel like an act. “Because you’re beautiful, Yolanda. Can’t believe no man’s already made you his. You must have a really good system for keeping the suitors away.”

“Yeah, it’s called a big ass,” I whisper with a shy smile and an involuntary wiggle. “Works better than garlic on vampires.”

But Brock doesn’t laugh at the little self-deprecating joke. Instead he cups my chin gently with one hand, carefully straightens a wild strand of my unwashed hair, then looks me firmly in the eyes.

“Saying you’re beautiful isn’t part of the act, Yolanda,” he says gently as he caresses my hair. “And neither is this. This isn’t part of the fucking act either, understand? This part is real. As real as it gets.”

And before I can ask what he means, Brock cups my face in his big hands, leans all the way in, and kisses me full on the mouth, gentle and careful, like I’m something precious and delicate, something that’s not a thing but a person, a woman.

His woman.

He kisses me.

As the room floats away on a cloud and the horror of the day turns to the magic of the night, Brock kisses me.

By God, he kisses me.

6

BROCK

The kiss shatters any illusions I might have had about why I did what I did, why I threw away my chance for a clean exit and instead shot a Skulls elder three times in the chest and used my exit money to buy not my freedom but Yolanda’s.

Because now my brain understands what my body knew the moment Yolanda entered this room in her yellow sundress and bare feet, her body bruised but not broken, her spirit free even though she was a captive.

Yeah, I think as my lips press against hers, my tongue pushing into her warm mouth, tasting her sweet essence, communicating that which cannot be spoken in words because they would make no sense.

Except it all makes sense now.

Every tiny decision that led me to this point in time, this place in space.

Led me to her.

“What is this, the Hallmark Channel?” comes Kazi’s booming voice, cutting through the heady cloud of pure bliss that surrounds us. “Maybe Mother is right. Maybe you are the chivalrous knight who thinks she is a princess to be rescued instead of a whore to be used.” He mutters something in Russian to his mother, then gets up from the chair where he’d been sitting with his gun still drawn. “Move aside, Sir Galahad. Kazi will show you how to fuck this virgin pussy.”

Now I break from the kiss and whip my body around, standing protectively in front of Yolanda, rising to full height and squaring my broad shoulders. The fight surges in me like that kiss ignited something deeper than even the primal lust I felt when I first laid eyes on Yolanda. It sounds insane, but that kiss was a promise, a commitment, a declaration that she’s mine in every damn way.

Mine to protect.

Mine to possess.

And yeah, mine to fuck.

Now that beast roars inside my thundering heart as I accept fully that I want Yolanda, that I did this not because I’m some hero but because I’m a man.

Her man.

“Take another step and even your bullets won’t stop me before I get to you, Kazi,” I snarl with viciousness that is most certainly not part of any damn act. “She’s mine, and I will take her my own way, possess her slow and careful if I want, fuck her hard and rough when I need, make her suck me when I command, make her bend over when I demand. She’s mine, and you need to be very fucking careful here, Kazi. Do not underestimate the kind of man I am.” I flick my gaze to Durand’s dead body, then look coldly back into Kazi’s eyes. “And do not underestimate what I’m capable of doing to keep what’s mine. Now go back and sit next to your mother and watch. You might learn a thing or two.” I crack a wolfish smile, and I have no idea whether anything’s an act now, it all seems so vivid and real. “I want to start slow and gentle with her. Because have you ever fucked a pussy that’s wet for you, Kazi? Ever brought forth a woman’s nectar, tasted its sweetness on her tight little flower, watched her pussy get plumped and primed, feel it open up for your cock and then clamp shut like a hungry mouth, sucking your shaft as you claim that sweet hole?”

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