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He turned.“What’s wrong with you?”

She sat up.“I tested that thingy out on mythigh.It fucking hurts.”

He glanced toward theslapper and then to her hands.Dropping his head backwitha sigh, he walked toward her.“Let me see.”

He lifted her hands without waiting.Hiseyes widened slightly.“Don’t ever do that again.What the hellwere you thinking?Did you use your entire strength?”

“I wanted to make sure Icould take it.You’re stronger than me.It’d hurt worse if you didit.”Layla swallowed hard.She didn’t want to think aboutthat.

He smoothed his fingerover the hot welt.“I’m not going to beat the shit out of you sostop fretting.Your father will have my ass killed if I even triedto harm you inanyway.”

“How will he know?Youcould do anything to me right now and nobody would everknow.”

Silver glanced up at her.“There are fiveguys out there that sit at the table with me.All of them are loyalto the club and loyal to the president.None of them would hesitateto tell him anything.You’re safe here, Layla.I’m not going tohurt you and I’m especially not going to allow you to hurtyourself.”

Relief flooded through her.All the scaryshit she’d heard didn’t apply to them.The beatings.The rapes.Ifhe thought her father would come after him for harming her, thenshe really had to trust that he wouldn’t harm her.That his loyaltyto her father was stronger than his wild side.

“What’s that?”He pointedto her notebook.

“My bills.The moneycovers most of them.I still have a few doctors’ bills I need totake care of.”

He slipped his cut from his shoulders andsat it on the only chair in the room.His shirt came off next.Rockhard abs came into view and Layla couldn’t help smiling.She’d seenhim swimming one time when she’d been fifteen.He had a body thatmade her mouth water.

“So you need moremoney?”

“Yes.”She stood andcarried her notebook back to her bag.She’d stop by the banktomorrow and make a deposit.Then she’d pay all the bills she owedand get creditors off her back.

“I’ll get it to yousometime tomorrow.”

She turned and watched as he lowered hisjeans.He didn’t wear underwear and his hard cock was in plainview, looking just as delicious as she remembered it.He lookedpissed.Agitated.She glanced down at her stinging thigh andwondered if it was because of her.She wasn’t good at dealing withmen.Most wanted to touch her, cuss her, or flat out ignore her.There wasn’t much in between.

“We’re fucking.Get thatshirt off.”

He grabbed the regularmetal cuffs she’d seen earlier and waited for her to get on thebed.She watched him for a second, taking in the cuffs.She’d beenarrested before.Times had gotten so desperate that one of herkidsistersstole food from the supermarket.She didn’t haveany way to pay for it and the management pressed charges.She spentthe night in jail while her aunt took the kids in.Needless to say,she didn’t like being confined that way.

“Come on.”He hurried her.“I don’t have all night.”

She swallowed hard,staring at the cuffs.She could do this.Lifting the hem of hershirt, she slippeditoffher body and sat it at the foot of thebed.Staring at him, she recalled his instruction to her and kneltdown on the floor, head lowered, waiting.She made a move to kneeland he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Get on the bed.Arms overyour head.”

She did what he said.His big body movedover hers as he snapped the cuffs in place.He brushed his fingersalong her arm and over her breast to her stomach.Layla swallowedhard.

“I should punish you forslapping your thigh.”His touch was soft.Gentle.He stared at thespot he spoke about.“I think the slap, though, was punishmentenough.”

He smoothed his fingers over the hurt areabefore leaning down to press his lips against it.She relaxed as hekissed her thigh, working toward the inside.She couldn’t rememberthe last time a guy sat on the bed, kissing her inner thigh whilehe was naked and hard.The tenderness was almost too much tobear.

She moved her thigh away from his mouth.“Would you just fuck me already?”

He lifted his head and arched an eyebrow ather.He didn’t like attitude and she had given him plenty.Laylaglanced at the cuffs over her head.It probably wasn’t a wise thingto do considering her state of restraint.She swallowed hard,meeting his eyes.She could only imagine what he’d planned to donext.

Chapter Five

Silver sat back and stared at her.“Maybe Iwas wrong.Maybe a punishment is in order.”

He studied her sourexpression for a moment, wondering if sex really wasn’t somethingshe could handle.Something had changed her complacent mood.Heglanced over at the bag she carried,spyingthe notebook.Hewasn’t entirely sure if her life was the cause of her mood or if itwas him.He stood and went to her bag, grabbing thenotebook.

“What are you doing?”Shelifted her head in panic.

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