Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“And if I said yes?” I ask, taunting her.
She doesn’t say anything for long seconds. Finally, she responds, “They have to leave.” I see her look over my shoulder at my men and the ladies.
The temptation is strong to take her up on the offer, to show her that she would enjoy fucking me. Hell, maybe even beg for more. I don’t want her like this, however. I don’t want her scared and nervous. I shouldn’t want her at all, but I have to admit I do. I don’t lie to myself, ever, so there’s no point in doing it now.
Langley is under my skin, and I know there’s no way I can forget about her. I also want to help her. For some reason, this woman—and at twenty-one, she is a woman—had made me feel something I’ve never felt before. I find myself needing to take care of her, to make sure she isn’t forced to eat the shit life can dish, like she has her whole life. I want to make things better for her. I want to make her smile so the haunted look in her eyes disappears.
“That’s not how this works, Lee. And I’m the one who will give the orders, baby. Not you,” I tell her, taking my cut from her and putting it over her shoulders again, wanting her to wear my clothing. She can get cleaned up at my place instead. It makes me feel all possessive. She slides her arms through the sleeves like she’s a robot. Heck, maybe she’s in shock, because she doesn’t fight putting it back on. I like the idea of her wearing it. I want her wearing it, and I’m not going to question that right now.
“My name is Langley,” she mutters.
“I know. And that’s the name I’ll use when you’re a good girl,” I tell her with a grin, feeling my cock jerk at the thought of her being a very good girl for me. My men hear me, because I hear them laughing in the background. And that pisses me off. I don’t want anyone thinking about Langley in a sexual way. No one but me.
“Good girl? You make me sound like a dog.” She huffs out the words, her arms folded at her chest, clearly put out with me. But a part of me thinks she’s got her arms in that position, because she’s trying to crawl into herself, make herself appear smaller.
She’s been afraid her whole fucking life, and I hate that.
“I don’t think of you like a dog, Lee,” I tell her, my voice softer, gentler. I put my hand against the small of her back fully now, leading her toward my bike, just wanting to touch her, to keep her close.
“Maybe doggy style, hey, Ride?” Tub calls out, and the others laugh.
I ignore them, but I feel Langley’s body jerk against my hand. She’s used to a lot of horrible shit in life, but I don’t want her to get used to the shit that happens in the MC world.
“I need to go to work,” she mumbles, looking around as if she’s trapped. But I guess she is, in a way. Hell, I think both of us are.
“Where do you work?” I ask her, and she gives me the name of a shitty dive bar up the road. I frown, curling my lip in disgust. No fucking way will I allow her to keep working there. If she hasn’t been assaulted yet working at that shitshow, she will eventually. It’s only a matter of time.
She’s much too innocent to be working at a joint like that.
Yeah, Langley definitely needs someone taking care of her.
And for whatever reason fate has set it up… that man taking care of her will be me.
Chapter Fifteen
Langley
I can’t believe I got on his motorcycle, wrapped my arms around his waist, and let him take me away, back to his club, to the place where he would do whatever he wants to me.
Because I owe him everything.
I owe him my freedom.
And as I stand in the center of his clubhouse, looking at all the debauchery, all of the degradation, sexual acts, drug use, and copious amounts of alcohol being consumed, I feel like I am Alice falling down the rabbit hole over and over again.
I can hear Ride behind me, speaking with some of his men, but I’m not paying attention, because all I can think about is what my future holds. And that terrifies me.
He might not have actually said what he plans on doing with me—to me—but I’m not an idiot. He wants me for sex.
He wants my body, my very soul.
It’ll all be his. I know that without a doubt.
And there’s nothing I can do about it, because I owe him.
I swallow roughly as I watch a woman kneel between a club member’s thighs, pull out his erection, and start giving him head. I turn my focus to another couple, the man having a completely nude woman bent over a pool table as he pounds into her from behind. I feel my eyes go so wide I have no doubt I look like a deer caught in headlights.