The Biker's Plaything (Straight to Hell MC Book 1) by Sam Crescent (learn to read books .txt) 📗

taking as much of her as he could, she moaned—quickly tryingto mask the sound.

Lord suckled hertit, then switched to the other. He was already addicted to Ally. Women with tits half her size were usually plastic. She was all softand natural, exactly how a woman should be.

He leaned away, hishand still on her back, keeping her in place. “You liked that.”

She didn’t answer.

“Cover up. I don’twant anyone else seeing this body but me.”

Lord wanted to runhis hands through her blonde hair. To stare into her eyes. To kiss her. Henever kissed women. What was happening to him?

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Ally had been holdingher breath.

This should be anightmare. She’d had to choose between death or becoming a biker’s whore. She chose the latter, and he was already subjecting herto his sexual whims.

Why wasn’t she hatingthis more?

Why did his no-holds-barredsexuality only turn her on?

There was somethingdark and brutal about Lord that scared her, but also something more, something thatpulled her in. She wanted to please him, wanted him to love her. Stupid fairy-talethoughts wouldn’t help her in a motorcycle club, but she couldn’t help herself.

She was onlynineteen, but she’d been on her own for a long time. It was draining supportingherself while hoping for a better future. Her parents had done a number on her.Lord’s possessiveness made her feel wanted for the first time in her life.

But it was all anillusion.

“What’s your realname?” he asked.

She raised a brow.“You already know everything about me.”

“Ally Prixman. What’s Ally short for?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Ally shrugged. “Mymother just liked the name, I guess. Trust me, there’re no beautiful storiesconnected with my life.” She took a breath. “I’m just Ally.”

He raked his gaze downher body. Everywhere he looked seemed to heat up in return. His beard was thickand masculine, and his scars made her curious, but she didn’t dare ask questions.

“You sure you’re avirgin?”

She nodded.

“We could charge apretty fucking penny for you in the whorehouse.Clients pay top dollar for virgins. I could even auction you off for a smallfortune.”

Her entire body tensedup. She didn’t want to be bought and sold by filthy men looking for sex. She wantedto be Lord’s. For once in her life, she wanted to matter to someone. In fact,she craved it more than air.

“But I’m a greedybastard.” He stood up, towering over her. “Did you eat?”

“Someone brought mefood.”

“Was it good?”

She shrugged, notwanted to appear rude. Some half-dressed woman withleathery skin had dropped her off a questionable-looking ham sandwich. With hernerves already flared, she couldn’t stomach anything.

He made a sound ofdisapproval and led her up a series of hallways and a set of stairs. The compoundwas huge. She’d be terrified here if it wasn’t forhim, and that didn’t make any sense.

Near the end of ahallway, he held open a door. She stepped inside what she assumed was his bedroom.There was a king-sized bed, the blankets bunched up on one side. The roomsmelled like him, a delicious mix of leather and musk.

“You’re the firstwoman who’ll be sleeping in that bed.”

She turned to lookat him. He wasn’t joking.

“Are you a virgin,too, Lord?” She bit her lip to keep from giggling.

“I don’t letwhores in my bed.”

He walked over toa dark wooden dresser. It looked like an antique. He picked up a two-way radio andbegan reciting a long list of food dishes. She only half paid attention as shewas busy exploring his room, taking in as much as possible. Her future was asuncertain as her feelings.

The colors around herwere dark: blacks, browns, and some burgundies. His choice of furniture was classicand timeless. It didn’t look like what she’d expect a biker’s bedroom to looklike, but she had no clue what she actually expected.

“I’m having someclothes sent up for you. You’ll need to be comfortable while you’re here.”

She turned to hisvoice and saw him set the radio down. “How long will that be?”

“I haven’t decidedyet.”

“What does thatmean? Do I get to leave once to take my virginity? Or am I your prisonerforever?”

“You’re talkativefor a girl who should be dead. I’ve never gone soft when dealing with rats. Andthat’s exactly what’s happening here. I’m not sure what to make of it.”

He sounded disappointedwith himself for keeping her alive, like being human was a weakness. With hisreputation, she was a bit surprised herself.

“My father was a rat,not me.”

“And what are you,Ally Prixman?”

Her body immediatelytensed. There was this sliver of hope that he felt the same odd pull betweenthem. Maybe his conflict was proof that she was more than an average woman tohim. Or she was dreaming and her fantasies would come crashing down in a hurry.

“I’m … I’m just a girltrying to survive in life. Trying to find happiness even when it’s constantlybeing stripped away from me.”

“So you’re a glass-half-full kind of girl.” He winked.

He didn’t pity her.It was refreshing.

His calm, deep baritonesoothed her. He never made eye contact, just continued doing what he’d beendoing despite the fact she’d just left herself vulnerable. It was rare for her toshare her deep-seated feelings.

Lord tugged offhis t-shirt. His shoulders were huge and corded with muscle, his skin coveredin intricate ink. She couldn’t stop staring. He was a beast of a man.

He rooted in hisdrawer, then pulled on a white wife-beater. When he turned, she quickly lookedto the floor. The shirt hugged his muscles, highlighting those six-pack abs. Hercheeks felt as hot as a cooktop. Did he realize she’d been staring? Maybedrooling?

He chuckled. “Yourage is showing.”

She cocked her headto the side. “What does that mean?”

“You haven’t lostyour innocence.” Someone knocked on his door, capturing her attention. “I likethat.” He went to answer it.

She could smellthe food almost immediately. Her stomach rumbled in response. The last time she’deaten was over twenty-four hours ago, and it hadn’t been much. Just some leftoversshe’d managed at the bar.

“Sweetheart, giveme a hand.”

It took her a fewseconds to realize he was talking to her. She wasn’t used to terms of endearment,even if it was normal for him.

Ally walked closerto the door. Three scantily clad women stood in the hall holding trays of food.Lord handed one to her and told her to put it on the bed.

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