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“Maybe I want to find out. Maybe I like mean.”
Tank stares at me, his jaw working, and for a second, I think he’s gonna grab me, shake me, or worse. But there’s a flicker in his eyes—desire, raw and unguarded—and it hits me like a punch.
Tank’s feeling this too, this pull between us, and it’s fucking with both our heads.
I’m supposed to be here to kill him, but all I can think about is how it’d feel to have those hands on me, to hear that voice telling me what to do.
“Careful, Rocco,” Tank says, standing now, towering over me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Oh, I think I do,” I say, my heart pounding. “You’re the big bad enforcer, right? Keep the club in line, protect your boys. I bet you’re real good at taking care of people. Question is, who takes care of you?”
He steps closer, crowding my space, and I don’t back down.
The air’s thick with tension, the kind that could spark into something explosive.
I’m pushing too hard, I know it, but I can’t stop.
My plan’s working—I’m under his skin—but it’s not just a plan anymore. I want him, and it’s tearing me apart.
“You’re trouble,” Tank mutters, his voice rough, but he doesn’t move away. “And I don’t trust trouble.”
“Then why’d you give me a ride?” I ask, tilting my head, my smirk daring him to answer.
Tank doesn’t. Instead, he just stares, his eyes searching mine like he’s trying to figure me out. I can feel the weight of his role in the MC, the way he carries it like a shield. He’s not justmuscle—he’s the guy who keeps the Wolves together, who takes the hits so the others don’t have to.
And I can see it, that protective streak, the one that made him step in front of me at the bar. It’s why I’m here, why I’m risking everything.
But it’s also why I’m so fucked, because I don’t just want to use him.
I want to know him.
The desert’s quiet around us, the overlook a world away from everything. I’m playing with fire, and I know it. My father is waiting for me to finish this, to drive that knife into Tank’s heart.
But right now, standing here with him, I don’t know if I can.
All I know is I want to keep pushing, to see how far this goes before it breaks…
“I’ve been a bad boy,” I say, my voice quivering as I realize just how hungry Tank is for me. “I stole two bikes. Didn’t give a fuck who owned them. I would have stolen a Wolf Rider bike too…”
Tank’s eyes light up, and I see him look me up and down.
“In fact… I’m going to steal a Wolf bike tomorrow,” I declare. “And you won’t do shit about it!”
My heart’s racing, my cock is stiff, and my eyes are wide with a wild, out of control edge as I realize I’m pushing way harder than I should be.
“And that’s precisely why this just has to happen,” Tank roars, his huge arms suddenly all over me, spinning me around and pressing me up against a grand old tree. “You’ve pushed mybuttons from the jump. Now it’s time for me to whoop this ass into shape so you can learn your very first lesson about what it means to be a Wolf.”
I gasp as Tank unbuckles my jeans, whips them down to my ankles and takes my briefs with them too…
“Safeword, now,” Tank commands, leaving no room for hesitation on my part.
“Dagger,” I say, my cheeks flushing bright red as I look down and see my erect cock springing to attention.
“Very interesting,” Tank says, a note of devil in his voice. “We can talk about your choice of safeword later. For now, though… hold on tight.”
And with that, Tank begins by bringing down an almighty spank onto my left cheek and swiftly follows it up with one to my right. I let out a yelp of pain, but there’s something about the way that the spanks echo in the vast space around us that makes me wants more. And more. And then some more again…
“Fuck. That hurts. That…yowwwwww!” I bawl. “Another, Daddy.Another.”
