Page 12 of The Biker's Captive
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PANS
Gina's disapproval is obvious. I can tell by the way she looks at me as I shuffle her out the door.
"There's no need to keep her locked up, Pans.”
I feel a pang of guilt. She's right. There are three bedrooms upstairs. I could make Willow comfortable. She could look out the window and hear the sound of the ocean.
She could come and go as she recovers, and there's the rub. She could leave. She could leave me.
I'm fooling myself if I believe I'm only doing this for her protection. It's because I want to keep her. I know it's not right, but the beast in me doesn't know how to keep her any other way.
And if I'm honest with myself, there's something sexy about having Willow in my cage. Knowing she's there in the basement locked up, waiting for me. I know that's all kinds of wrong, but I've never been a man who shied away from wrong.
As soon as Gina leaves, I head back down to the basement, not wanting to miss a moment with Willow. She's sitting up, the color slowly coming back to her cheeks.
"Take it easy," I tell her.
"I'm stiff," she says, stretching her arms in the air. Her tits press against her t-shirt, and I’m grateful she hasn't changed into the clothes Gina bought for her yet. I like her in my t-shirt. It marks her as mine.
“I need to move around. Can you help?”
She swings her legs over the side of the bench, and I move quickly to her side.
"Lean on me," I tell her.
She leans into my shoulder, and her weight presses against me as she stands up. My arm slides around her waist and I'm reminded of when I put her onto my bike, her soft body pressed against mine.
I stifle a groan. Just contact with this woman makes my dick ache and my chest burn. She takes a tentative step, but she’s not relaxed. Her body’s rigid with tension.
She reaches for something under the t-shirt, and suddenly she’s lunging at me, grunting with effort as she thrusts scissors at my throat.
They’re the nail scissors I used for the bandages and I don’t know what damage she thinks she can do with those, but she looks determined.
I dodge backwards and grab her hand.
With her other hand she grabs at my shoulder, digging her nails into me and sending us both off balance.
As we tumble to the floor, I roll over so my body lands on the hard concrete, shielding her fall as she lands on top of me. But she's wiggling too much, and I can’t hold her still.
Rolling her over, I pin her to the ground. Her chest rises and falls against mine, her eyes wild and her body trembling.
"What did you do that for?" I’m bemused more than anything. Wondering why she’d try to start an attack she obviously can’t win. “I'm much stronger than you."
"Why are you keeping me locked up?" Her eyes flash with a fire that does nothing to calm the growing need I have for her.
She’s breathing hard, and I can smell the strawberry lip balm that Gina dropped off in her care package.
"It's for your own protection." I grit the words out through clenched teeth. She can’t know the truth: that I’m scared she’ll leave. That I like knowing she’s down here behind bars.
Our bodies press too close, her hips wriggling against mine. I feel myself hardening, and she must feel it too because her eyes widen. But instead of disgust, there's desire in her eyes that matches my own.
My gaze flicks to her lips, parted slightly, slick with gloss. So soft and inviting. The beast inside me stirs. He uncoils, sending heat through my veins until I feel the thumping of my heart pounding in my ears.
Willow stills under me as if sensing my thoughts.
The beast rises inside, and I press my mouth against hers. She tastes of strawberries and innocence and I’m forcing this kiss in a way that I know is wrong, but I’m unable to stop. It takes me a moment to realize she's not resisting.
