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“No, honey.I’m not sending you back.Never.But you’re not here to be fucked.I took you into my home because a powerful man asked for a favor.Until this moment, I didn’t understand his reasoning.I don’t think Casper wanted a fucking favor.He just wanted to make sure you and your sisters were safe.”I ran a hand down my face and turned away from her.“Put your clothes on, Luciana.Next time you’re with a man, it will be because you chose him and asked for his cock.Not because some asshole is taking what isn’t offered.”
“I don’t have to service you or the others here?”she asked, sounding confused and a little fearful.
“No, you don’t.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Whatever you’d like, Luciana.I can get you some books, you can watch TV, go for walks.If you leave the compound, you have to have someone with you.Preferably more than one.But you’re not a captive, and you’re damn sure not a whore.No one here will hurt you.Especially not me.”
She didn’t make a move to get dressed, and fuck me if I didn’t want to look.I was sick with myself over the temptation, but I was a guy who hadn’t fucked anyone in months and I had a beautiful naked woman in my kitchen.My dick didn’t seem to care that she wasn’t here willingly.I hoped like hell she didn’t notice I was getting hard.Despite the marks on her body, she was still stunning, with soft curves.I’d always been a breast man, and it was hard not to notice that hers were a perfect handful.
“Luciana.Please get dressed,” I said, hoping my tone didn’t sound as strained to her as it did to me.
“You do want me,” she said and moved closer, but I held up a hand.
“Stop.I told you.No one here will force you, and you aren’t a damn whore.Just get dressed and give me some space.”
“You’re going to protect me, yes?”she asked.
“Of course.I’m not a complete asshole.”
“And if my father comes?If he decides he wants me returned?”
“Then I’ll tell him to fuck off.”Did she honestly think I’d just hand her over to that monster?
She came even closer and I groaned as she pressed her breast against my palm.I tried to jerk my hand away, but she wrapped her fingers around my wrist.
“But if I’m yours, then he couldn’t take me, couldn’t force me to go with him,” she said.“I could be yours.Onlyyours.”
“Luciana.”Fuck, was that my voice?The woman was killing me.“I’m too Goddamn old for his shit.I’m probably your grandpa’s age.Let me go… and put your clothes on.I mean it, girl.There are plenty of younger men in this club if you want to convince someone to make you their old lady.”
“Old lady?”she asked, and yet she still didn’t release my fucking hand.I could have jerked it away, but I didn’t want to accidentally hurt her.And all right, so Iwasan asshole because I liked the feel of her breast in my hand.Satan was holding a special seat for me.
“It’s what we call the women we patch, ink, and claim.Except my club only has one, and she lives with the Dixie Reapers.”
“She’s with another group of men?”Luciana asked.
“Yes.”Damn.My voice sounded strangled even to my own ears.“My son, Ryker, lives there with her.She’s his wife.His old lady.And they have a kid together.My grandson.So see, I’m too fucking old for you, Luciana.Let me go, girl.”
She pressed my hand tighter to her breast.“Do I feel like a girl to you?”
Jesus Christ.Was she trying to kill me?I gave up my battle and turned to face her.Instead of drawing away, I pulled her against my body and ground my cock against her, letting her feel how hard I was.
“Is this what you want?You want to feel how hard I am because a naked woman is in my damn kitchen pressing herself against me?You want to hear that I think you’re beautiful, sexy, and that my dick would love to be inside you?”
She gasped and her eyes darkened, but it wasn’t with fear.Fucking hell.She seemed turned on by my words.
“I’m an old man, Luciana.I’m sixty-one years old.Forty years your senior.I have a grown-ass son who’s older than you, and a grandkid.And I got snipped so I can’t have more kids.I don’t even fuck more than once every few months.One pussy is as good as another, right?So why let some bitch think she has control over me just for the sake of sex?I’m not a nice guy.I’ve done bad shit, used women without a single thought for their feelings.I’m not the kind of man you want in your bed.I’m hard.I like control.And I take what I fucking want.”
She licked her lips and blinked up at me.
“Do you understand?Just because I won’t torture you or rape you like your father’s men, it doesn’t make me a good guy.I’m still an asshole, and I’m going straight to hell when I die.I’m not the man you need.”
“Maybe you’re exactly the man I need,” she said softly.There was a bit of hope blazing in her eyes.“If the President of the Hades Abyss claims me, then my father can’t take me away.Not without starting a war.”
“Is that what you want?My patch?My name inked on your skin to keep you safe?”I asked.
She nodded.
