Page 72 of Royal Sons MC

She tried to jerk her hand away from him, but he held her in place. "No, you said you wanted to know what I was thinking. That's what I was thinking. I keep seeing you naked, where I want you, but I'm not like any man you've probably been with. The things I want to do to you aren't what good little girls are used to. You still want to know what I'm thinking?" he asked.

Her throat worked as she swallowed. The action made him think of her when she'd be swallowing something else when she was on her knees, looking up at him. Shit, his dick hardened beneath his jeans, need filling him with the pictures in his mind.

AYESHA KNEW THE SMARTthing would be to turn back around and walk back to the table's safety. Yet her feet were rooted to the floor, mesmerized by the very real want King wasn't trying to hide. Good lord, had any man ever looked at her the way he was at this very moment? She didn't have to think about the answer to her silent question, knowing no man ever had or probably ever would. King was a man who wasn't afraid to say what he wanted when he wanted or how he wanted it, and she was so on board with whatever. Or rather, her girly parts were. Her head was a little slower.

"I can see you have reservations." He rubbed his thumb across her lower lip, pressing it inside her mouth. "Suck it," he instructed.

Ayesha did as he said without questioning him. The salty flavor of his skin was delicious to her. She couldn't remember a time she had ever done anything like what she was doing with King, especially not with her little sister not ten feet away, along with several other people. Yet it felt perfectly normal to suck his thumb.

King pulled his finger out of her mouth, his eyes slits. "Good girl. I want to push your boundaries, but I think you'll balk if I do too much more right now."

His words confused her. He bent and covered her lips with his. The taste of spaghetti sauce mixed with the beer he'd drunk burst on her tongue, combined with what was the underlying taste that had to be King. Lord, she could get addicted to him.

"What're you doing to me?" Her voice came out a barely there whisper.

King's lips kicked up in a cocky grin. "Nothing, yet. Go back to the table and see to your sister's care. I have some calls to make first that need my attention. Once I finish, I'll get you both settled for the night."

She paused before taking a step. "What do you mean? We can go home. I mean...I don't want to be a bother."

His finger gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Little Dove, listen to me and listen well. The fuck who took your sister is still out there. There's no way he will let her go without wanting to acquire her or eliminate her. She's seen him and knows too much."

Her hand went to her throat. When she'd figured out her sister had left with Rico, she'd never imagined he'd been a human trafficker. A host of new problems assailed her, making her tremble. "What do I do?"

He pulled her body flush to his, one hand going to the hair at the nape of her neck. "You both will stay here and let me, and my brothers handle it. You came to me and asked me to help. For me to help you, I need to keep you safe without having to worry about you at the same time as we hunt for these fuckers."

"This isn't your problem, though," she denied.

His grip on her hair tightened. The sting made her body quake with longing, an unfulfilled desire she had but had never been able to express. "Ah, Little Dove, that's where you're wrong. Go do what I told you, and don't make me show you just how wrong you are and what happens when you disobey me."

A tiny part of her wanted to push him just to see exactly what he did, but another part didn't want to learn that lesson in public.

"Good girl," King praised.

It was her turn to narrow her eyes. "You're going to be bossy."

King chuckled. "You have no clue, but you will, and you'll like it a lot." He kissed her hard, fast press of his lips on hers, stepping to the side and swatting her ass.

Ayesha jerked. The sting from his tap didn't hurt too badly, but it made her want more. She wondered how the hell he could get her so fired up. She walked back toward the table.

"Is everything okay?" Tiana asked, worry and fear etched on her youthful features.

Duke sat across from her sister, blocking Tiana from seeing where Ayesha and King had been. "My brother and your sister were just hammering out the details of where the two of you would be staying. Ain't that right, Ayesha?"

"Um, yes, that's right. Come on, let's clean this mess up. We can get ready for bed afterward. I bet you're exhausted. I'll need to call your school in the morning and see about getting your homework for the foreseeable future." Another added problem heaped on their shoulders, thanks to the asshole who tried to take her sister.

"I can't go back to school?" Tiana's eyes filled with tears.

Ayesha hurried around the table, wrapping her arms around Tiana's shoulder. Dammit, she hated seeing her sister upset. Even though Tiana was a party to the problem, she was also an innocent young girl. Rico wasn't a kid like Tiana. He was a grown man who was used to manipulating innocent young girls and probably even boys. She shivered at the thought of what could've happened, her arms instinctively tightening.

"Ayesha, you're hurting me," Tiana choked out.

With effort, she relaxed her hold. "To answer your question, I'm afraid you can't go back to school until Rico is caught, T. He isn't just going to let you walk away. You can pick him out of a lineup. You know where he lives, and he probably fears you know where some of his friends or employees live. For that alone, he'll be looking for you." Ayesha wouldn't sugarcoat the truth, no matter how scary it was. If telling Tiana kept her sister from being stupid and possibly putting herself in danger, Ayesha would do it over and over again.

"We have options, places for her to go and start over. You too," Duke announced.

She glanced at King's brother, noticing how much the brothers resembled each other. His words finally registered. "You mean like witness protection?"

"Sort of, only not funded by the legal system." He sat back, placing his hands on his stomach.

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