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“Go get yourstuff.”

She pursed her lips but didn’t say anything.When she left, her hot ass peeked out from the hem of her soft blueshorts.Damn him to hell.What the fuck did he do?

Chapter Three

“Well, look who decided towalk back into the club life.”One of the Charming Bastards womensnorted as Layla walked by.

Layla walked with a tote bag on her shoulderfull of all the possessions she owned.Her father had only invitedher to the clubhouse a few times in the past but he was always withher and she never left his sight unless she had to use thebathroom.This was an entirely different scenario.

Silver pointed to the bar.“Go sit.”

“Does Torque know she’shere?With you no less?”

“It’s none of your fuckingbusiness, Lauren.”

Another woman came up behind him and wrappedher arms around him.“Hey, baby.”

Layla watched him pull thewoman’s arms away from him, barely catching her hand before shecupped his crotch.Layla gave him her back.What he did was none ofher business.She knew that.They weren’t in a relationship.Hecould go out and fuck anything in a skirt right in front of her ifhe wanted.But he didn’t share her with anyone.It seemedone-sidedfrom her perspective, but most men were.They didn’t careabout the feelings of women.They just wanted them for one thing: ahole to shove their cock in.And Silver made even more demandingrules for her.He got to decide when it ended.It could betomorrow, next week, next year—she really didn’t know.Laylascraped her nail against the wooden bar top.She wasn’t entirelysure why she agreed to it.Maybe a small part of her liked thatSilver still held some interest in her.With working all the time,she didn’t have many friends or boyfriends.What limited experienceshe had with sex came from wild nights in the back of a ToyotaCorolla.And they weren’t that wild.She probably could have wentto her father not that it mattered now.He would have given her themoney without requiring anything of her.He would have taken her inwith open arms and demand his minions to watch out for her, or moreimportantly not touch her.

She glanced around at thelifestyle she knew very little about.Girls walked around scantilyclad.Lauren had been there for as long as Layla could remember.She nominated herself to be more or lessthe queenbee of theCharming Bastards MC.She didn’t like newcomers and she didn’t seemto like that Silver brought Layla here.After talking to her for amoment, she glanced Layla’s way before turning and heading theother direction.Much like her father, Silver had created a bubblearound her.No one was allowed to go near her.Seclusion from theclub.Seclusion from the camaraderie.Blowing out a breath, shewatched as Silver chatted up another girl.The problems here seemedless important than her real-life problems.

Like her sister.Chrissy was diagnosednearly three months ago with leukemia.The medicine alone wasenough of a worry.Treatments started last month, and even withinsurance, she couldn’t afford it.Her baby sister needed somethingnecessary for life and she couldn’t afford it.She licked her lipstrying to push those thoughts away.That was the reason why she’dsaid yes.She knew it.Right or wrong, she’d take care of hersister.If Silver could assist her with the financials, then shecould be his sexual plaything.She had to believe that the moneywould help Chrissy.The treatments were the only thing that couldsave her.

“Let’s go.”

Layla turned and stood from the stool.Whileshe was lost in thought, most of the men had left the room.Notdaring to inquire about it, she followed him down a hallway off tothe left.The walls were painted black with each doorway adifferent color.Silver’s door was ironically painted silver and hepulled out a key to unlock it.Inside was a nice apartment set up.A small kitchen area took up one side of the room.There was anunkempt bed in the center of the far wall and a bathroom off to theleft.Apparently, this was her home now.While not as bad as hernearly bare apartment, she might as well get used to it.

“People are going to askwhy you’re here.They’re going to wonder why you’re with me.SinceI like to keep my personal shit private, I don’t want you to sayanything.Direct them to me if they getnosy.”

Layla sat her bag downnext to the door.“So I just lay thereinthe bed, legsspread, waiting for your return?”

He pushed her up againstthe wall, gripping her neck.For a moment, she feared him.Fearedwhat he could and would do.Her mother had told her things thatthey did with their women.The beatings.Rapes.She wanted tobelieve that her father being the president gave her some sense ofprotection here.That Silver’s infatuation with her had some senseof fortification with what he planned to do with her.She thoughtshe’d prepared herself for the situationbut inthe moment, shewasn’t sure anything could prepare her to be abused or mistreatedby him.

“That smart mouth will notwin you any points with me.”

She swallowed and he released his grip.

“Your daddy isn’t here toprotect you.I’m all you’ve got.I’d suggest you think about thatbefore you pop off at me again.”

He let her go and she took a deep breath.Layla watched as he took her in, his watchful gaze assessing herevery move.He tugged on her shorts before he slipped his fingersbeneath the hem and squeezed her ass.

“I like rough sex.”Herubbed between her cheeks.“I want you tied up while I fuckyou.”

He rubbed her bottom hole.Layla bit her lower lip.Despite her fear, she liked his touch.Heinvaded her space.Demanded her attention.She pressed herhandstohis chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath histhin cotton shirt.Heat radiated off him.He smoothed his otherhand along her lower stomach and she widened her stance slightly.When he touched her, it was light.He slid his fingers through herslit, delving into her hot moisture.When he pulled her hairearlier, she liked it.She liked his control.She liked his powerand dominance.He slipped two fingers inside her and she clutchedhim, wondering how he’d feel when he was balls-deep inside her,that thick cock of his stretching her, fucking her into oblivion.He brushed his thumb back and forth against her clit while hepumped in and out of her.His other hand squeezed her ass.Heleaned in, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

“After all these years Inever expected your sweet ass to come to me.Are you going to letme take you to my playroom and have my way with you?”

“I’ll do whatever youwant,” Layla responded.“Fuckme likeyou want.”

“I will.”He withdrew hisfingers.“That sweet cunt is mine.Take off yourclothes.”

He moved away and for thesecond time in an hour, she took her clothes off, standing beforehim completely naked.He opened a closet and pulled out acontainer.He didn’t openitbut sat it on the bed forlater, she assumed.

Bondage was a club thing.She’d heard aboutthe playroom.While she didn’t dabble much in kink, she liked theidea of it.Licking her lips, she thought about what it would belike to have him dominate her.To tie her up and smack her assuntil she begged him to come.The idea had her anxious to see whathe wanted to do with her.

“I think this deal we madegot off to a bad start.”He stood in the middle of the room staringat her.“You don’t dismiss me when we’re through.You don’t tell mewhat you’re going to do, or what I’m going to do to you.Do youunderstand me?”

She swallowed hard.“Yes.”

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