She shook her head. What he was saying was wrong even though she knew it in her heart to be true. Faced with the truth by Lash, she fought to hold on to what little belief she held in her father. There’s no way her father couldn’t get the money back. He promised her when she left he would get the money and get her back, so she had to try to believe it of him. Not once, when her mother was alive, had she doubted her father, and now this large, sexy, domineering man was telling her that her father would never get the money and she’d never get out of here, and it was all too much.
He finished putting her few clothes up and then grabbed her underwear to place them inside a drawer.
Finished, he turned back to her. His arms were thick and covered in tattoos. He wore a black vest with a pair of black jeans.
His hands rested on h*ps as he stared at her.
“Will you kill my Dad?” she asked, staring at her hands where they rested on her legs. This was the first time she’d had a long conversation with any member of The Skulls.
“Not if he works for us and if you remain in our care.”
“Care? You call this care?” She bit down on her lip trying to stop herself from speaking. Talking out of turn was not allowed.
He took a seat next to her and caressed her cheek. The moment he touched her heat filled her body. His touch made her want so much more. No man had affected her in such a way, and she was terrified of what that meant.
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Lash turned her to look at him. Her green eyes cut a path straight to his heart. He didn’t know what it was about this woman that stopped him in his tracks, but from the first moment he laid eyes on her, Lash hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her.
The feelings were intense and all-consuming.
Seeing her suitcase filled in the corner angered him. Now her clothes were hung up, and he intended to move them into his room soon.
Angel wasn’t leaving the club or his side, and soon he’d have her in him home, by his side as his wife.
“What would you call it?” he asked.
She shook her head, trying to pull away from his touch. Lash stayed by her side, refusing to leave and stopping her from pulling out of his touch.
“Talk to me.”
“How can I talk to you? You’re one of the members who are keeping me here.”
She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths. All the time Lash watched her. He couldn’t get enough of her, and the possessive feeling inside him only intensified with every passing minute.
“I’m not like those girls. I don’t sleep with guys, and I don’t use my body for anyone.” Angel tucked her hair behind her ear.
Lash turned her around and slowly unbound her hair until it fell around her shoulders in delightful waves. For the first time, Lash ran his fingers through her hair, relishing the feel of the silken waves sliding through his fingers.
He liked the fact she didn’t argue. Angel did as he wanted without comment. Did she know how addictive her response was to him? Lash wanted to push her to see how far she’d allow him to go.
She was only nineteen whereas he was in his late twenties, twenty-nine to be exact.
“I know, Angel. I know you wouldn’t get on your knees if one of the guys asked you to. You’ve never known what it’s like to feel a c**k inside you. This world is entirely new to you. I get it. You may not think I do, but I do.”
The blush stained her cheeks, and he saw it when he turned her around. He wasn’t going to hide who he was. Lash had already done everything he could to make her life at the club bearable. He knew it was only a matter of time before everything went back to normal. The parties would be rowdier and more explicit than ever before.
There was a time he’d loved the full-blown parties. After a long day, a hard week, or a bad month, there was nothing more satisfying than getting na**d and f**king everything in sight.
He didn’t think about the number of women he’d been with. Last year he’d gotten tested to make sure he was clean. He was clean and intended to stay that way. From the first moment he looked at Angel in town, Lash had known she was the woman for him.
She nibbled on her lip, and Lash remembered her lips wrapped around a straw. He couldn’t stop it. Holding onto the back of her head, Lash smashed his lips against hers. Her hands moved to his chest, and Lash watched as she closed her eyes. When she did, he closed his own and allowed himself the pleasure of the kiss.
Angel moaned. He tilted her head back, nibbled on her lip and waited for her to open up to him. Her lips opened, and Lash took full advantage of it. Stroking his tongue into her mouth, Lash made love to her mouth. He f**ked her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the movements he wanted to do between her thighs.
Her hands moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of his vest. Lash moved his hand down from her head to her back. He pushed her back to the bed until she was under him.
With careful movements, Lash settled between her thighs, and the denim skirt she wore rode up high around her waist. He stroked a hand up her thigh, feeling her silken skin against his palm.
Lash didn’t press his c**k against her centre. The only thing keeping him away from her was her panties and the denim of his jeans.
Making love to her mouth, Lash caressed her body as best as he could in the position. Her hands moved from his chest around to his back. Her nails sank into his shirt. If he’d been na**d Lash would have her mark his back.
His c**k was thick, and his need for her intensified.
“Kiss me back,” he said, breaking the kiss long enough to speak.
Before she got chance to talk or push him away, Lash claimed her lips once again.
He f**ked her mouth with his tongue and pressed his palm between them. Touching her pu**y he felt her heat against him. Moaning, Lash kept her mouth occupied at the same time he pushed the fabric of her panties out of his way. He needed to touch her.
Slipping a finger through her folds, Lash touched her clit. She jumped under his touch. He kept her in place, sinking his fingers into her hair, holding her there.
Lash stroked her cl*t feeling her cream soak his fingers. She was so close, and Lash knew she’d never been touched like this before.
He fingered her clit, kissing her mouth and hoping he wasn’t f**king up what was happening.
She cried out and seconds later shuddered under his touch. It was the most erotic experience of his life. Lash eased the touch of his fingers and then slowly withdrew from her heat.
Staring down into her face, Lash waited for her to open her eyes.
Angel looked at him, her face flushed from her orgasm. It hadn’t taken long at all. He’d known it wouldn’t.