Page 86 of Rider Daddies
“Just because somebody has made it to the top, it doesn’t mean they’re good or have a reliable sense of judgment. They’re given a voice, but that doesn’t mean you should listen. When something is declared illegal, it has nothing to do with the greater good, nothing to do with protecting citizens. It’s all bullshit, drip-fed into children before they even know how to speak, so that when they grow up, order is kept.”
Why is this the most interesting lecture I’ve ever listened to?
“Activities are made illegal because it keeps the so-called kings on their thrones.” Ash shifts his weight onto the other foot. “Do you wanna know why there are so many rules, so many rights and wrongs? It’s because the sinners of the world are protecting themselves…and they’re conveniently at the top.”
I frown. What’s he getting at here?
He wants us to storm the Capitol and burn everything to the ground?
He wants to assassinate everybody in power so he can take the throne for himself?
“The law isn’t for us. It’s for sinners.” Ash extends his arms like he’s giving the desert a big hug. “Out here, we make our own rules. We decide who lives and dies.”
God, why does he have to look so irresistible?
Maybe the dark side isn’t so bad after all when it involves three hot brothers who dance to the beat of their own drum.
I grew up in a civilization surrounded by law and order. I fucking loved the concept so much that I studied it for four years straight. When you’re a lawyer, you exercise control.
It’s only now occurring to me that ever since Papa had his stupid affair, all I’ve ever wanted was to win. I gawp at Ash now and realize that I’m finally victorious. I don’t know if I’ll stay here forever, but Idoknow that I killed for a reason.
I was never meant to practice law and abide by somebody else’s rulebook.
I was always supposed to make my own.
That’show I win.
That’show I become powerful.
The two-foot distance between Ash and me is killing me. How dare he come out here and ask if I’m okay while looking like my favorite dessert?
“Come here.”
It was pointless saying that because I’m already grabbing him by his cut and colliding our mouths before he can obey my request.
Our mouths fuse together with familiarity, his wet, hot tongue sliding against my own to create the most sensational friction that sends shivers down between my legs.
“How rogue would it be if you just fucked me out here?”
“You’d regret it.”
“With you three, I don’t regret anything.”
I bring our lips back together to squish that last comment and move on. I let my body do the talking, thrusting my hips into him to let him know that I’m down to fuck.
Now.
Right here in the open.
The same, desperate burn from last night returns between my legs. Somehow, now that I’ve been marked as theirs, I need them even more.
The whole “claimed” nonsense is working on me. I’ve never once desired to be owned…until I arrived at the clubhouse of my dreams.
Ash uses his brute strength and pulls me toward him. He could lead me to the grave for all I care as long as he fucks me first. If he doesn’t do something about this situation, my pussy is gonna burn up.
“Bend over.”
About time.
