Page 2 of Vengeful Pawn

Her arms cross her chest, hiding the roundness of her luscious tits and the fact her nipples are rock hard. She walks several hesitant steps forward, stopping a few feet away.

“Can I help you?” Her lyrical voice washes over me like a warm, soothing shower.

Scrubbing a hand across my chiseled jaw, my gaze slowly crawls up and down her body like a pleasing caress before replying, “I’d like to spend the night rocking between your creamy thighs and hearing you moan out for more of the pleasure only I can give you.”

Her lips twitch at my cockiness as a blush rises sweetly up her chest, neck, and into her pale cheeks. “By force?”

Smart girl.

“Not unless that’s what you’re begging me for.”

I push off the wall and stand straight, taking a step closer. She doesn’t back away. In fact, her eyes, the color of freshlybrewed coffee, seem to light up at the prospect of us getting horizontal all night long.

“I don’t even know you,” she whispers, shivering when I move nearer still. Her thighs rub together like she’s trying to stem the flow of pleasure between her legs.

“Name's Hendrix. I’m in town for the night and would definitely like to get to know you better. Specifically, where you’d prefer me to mark your sensitive flesh.”

Another shiver sends goosebumps across her skin as I await her answer.

CHAPTER 2

MiaBella

The devil lives in his eyes. I can see pain lurking behind the darkness in the pupils, the way his heart hammers against his chest. The rapid pulse in his neck. There are ticks in the way he waits for my answer. I should call my brother and tell him that some creep he leant his condo to is trying to hook up with me.

So why don’t I, is the question.

Cause you like it,that pesky inner voice challenges.

She’s right, I do. I love that he doesn’t filter his words for my sake. If I had to guess, he has no idea who I am, but he certainly knows Castle. My brother is the president of an MC club in the city of Mobile, and he wouldn’t let this man stay here unless he trusted him on some level.

“Hendrix.” I repeat his name, and he lets out a guttural groan.

“Add a little whine to that, and you’ll have me by the fuckin’ balls, princess.”

I try not to bristle at the nickname. He can’t know how much I hate it when the brothers of Castle’s club call me that.

I take a step towards him slowly at first, until I can reach out and touch him. I run my finger up his tattooed arm, and the corded muscles ripple from my touch. Meeting his stare, I whisper, “Hendrix,” on a throaty sigh, and he snaps.

Wrapping a hand around the side of my neck, he drags me into his body, and his lips brush softly against mine at first, testing me, making sure I’m in.I am.I am so all the way in on this. I’ve never reacted to a man this way before, and I doubt I ever will again.

My body is on fire when he intensifies the kiss and threads the fingers of his other hand through my hair, tilting my head so he can get deeper still. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, licking, tasting, swallowing every whimper and moan that steals through my body without permission.

“God, you taste so fucking good. Like freshly picked cherries on a bright summer morning.”

He grunts like a hungry wolf as he attacks my neck, biting hard enough to mark me before sucking until there’ll be bruises for days. I should be appalled, but I want more. All over my body, in places people won’t see but will remind me he’s been there.

“Hendrix,” I gasp when the door slams, and my back hits it with a heavy thud. “That feels incredible.” His muscular thigh settles between my legs, rubbing back and forth against my sex. Bumping into my clit with each rocking motion.

His hands move along my body, gripping my clothes and tearing them off until I’m in nothing, while he’s still fully clothed. I’ve never been ashamed of my body. I put in a lot of effort to stay fit and lean, and the way he steps back and his eyes devour me from top to bottom is worshipful.

“You are a drink of water in the middle of the desert.” He adjusts his growing erection behind his pants. Intimidated by hislargeness, I swallow around a tight throat as he steps back into my space.

“Where’s your bedroom?” His eyes are so glazed over. Is there even a man inside his body still?

“Down the hall.” I point in the direction behind him. “Second door on the left.”

Dropping a shoulder, he hauls me over his back and storms towards my room. A second later, I’m tossed onto the bed, and he begins removing his clothes. Scars, so many scars cover his chest and arms. They spark a million questions, but I get the feeling this is a one-night stand for both of us.

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