Page 8 of Her Feral Biker
Fuck, the ground could have opened up and left me in free fall when she said that so softly. Reverently.
I kept one arm banded about her middle, though I doubted she was a flight risk anymore, and traced my fingertips in a line between her breasts to the lace at the neckline of her dress. Bare flesh met my fingers as I swished my hand back and forth across her pebbled skin.
“Did you answer me before when I asked if Mafia Boy touched you?” I asked softly.
She stiffened. “I told you, he’s not my?—”
“I know that. What I want to know is how slow I need to hurt him if he’s hurt you.”
“Oh. No. Apart from robbing me, he only put his hand on my arm.” She shuddered as though repulsed at the memory. My arm around her middle tightened, and she leaned back into my embrace. “No, he’s never physically hurt me. Just broke in, scared me, and threatened me. Do those count?” she asked, hope lilting her voice.
I laughed softly, tracing across the swell of her breasts with my fingertips. “They count,” I reassured her. “I’ll make it painful for him, princess. When was the last time a man touched you?” I asked to distract her, and let my fingers drift across the curve of her breast, thumbing her erect nipple through her dress andbra gently. Just once, but enough to earn a softoohfrom her that sent blood rushing to my cock.
“Are you going to hurt him, too?” she challenged curiously, arching her shoulders back ever so slightly. I wondered if she knew she reacted to touch like that—my touch—and kept playing.
Hell, I wondered if she’d be able to come if I kept on teasing her that way. I circled her breast with the lightest touch, found the edge of her nipple and circled that too, but didn’t touch the tip again. She mewled softly, writhing in my arms.
“Fuck, princess,” I murmured. “Beg for me like that and we’re gonna be here all night.”
“I’m not?—”
“Tell me about the last boyfriend," I cut her off, keeping my touches gentle, my voice soft.
She trembled as I moved my hand to cup her other breast, thumbing open one button at the middle of her dress, then another. Her bra was lace, and tied in the middle. My breaths came heavier, and my own control frayed as her dress splayed apart for me.
Her hands came off the glass, but I tapped them back into place.
“Tell me, princess,” I murmured. “What did you do with your last boyfriend?"
“He—it was ages ago. Over a year. A lawyer a few towns over,” she said in a stronger voice, like his career was another challenge. As though she thought I might give a fuck.
I didn’t.
“Did he touch you like this?” I grazed my lips across her temple, and tugged her dress open at the front, baring her lace covered breasts to the darkened street. “Did you play?”
Her hollow laugh said everything, but I let her talk as I tugged on the ribbon holding her bra together in the middle. Thecream lace cupped her small breasts prettily, and I wondered how she’d react in a moment.
“He took me out to expensive restaurants and galas that my father approved of. Then we’d go back to his place and he’d talk about his work while I fell asleep on his sofa. I’d go home the next day.” She shrugged, then gasped as I traced her nipples through the lace, looking down for the first time. “Lake?”
My name on her lips with that question felt like a prayer.
“Yeah, princess?” I tugged on the ribbon a little harder. Her bra fell apart, freeing her breasts. I swept the pieces of fabric aside before she could argue. “He never took you to bed?”
“N–no. Though I have, with another boyfriend.”
I growled. “Let’s stick to one man I want to maim alright, princess?” I stroked her flesh as she gasped for me. “He never made out with you on the sofa?”What sort of man didn't do that with a girl this pretty?I toyed with her breasts, leaving the nipples untouched as she clawed at the window.
“No,” Annalise whispered.
I tapped her feet apart, just a little, and she didn’t object. My arm unwound from her waist as I toyed with both her breasts, working their way forward to milk her nipples gently. So, so fucking gently.
“Are you telling me that you had a man who would take you out, talk about himself, and not even fucking kiss you?” I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, keeping my movements slow. “Look out the window, princess. Next time we do this, you won’t wear a bra. And I want your nicest, white panties on.”
She tipped her head back onto my shoulder, panting. “Why don’t you check?”
I stared down at her heavy lidded eyes, her parted soft pink lips, and I knew I was fucked.
Never stopping my gentle torture on her breasts, I covered her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue across her lips. Breath between us hitched. Hers or mine, I had no idea. Her heart beat beneath my hand, hard and fast despite my slow caresses. The way she reacted was fucking addictive. She touched the tip of her tongue to mine. I slid inside on a low groan, tasting her.
