She finally stopped fighting me, her exhausted breaths coming out ragged. “Why should I? Because you said so? Because the big burly biker gave me an order?” She laughed bitterly. “You don’tscare me.”
“Not trying to scare you, woman. I’mtrying to get you to calm down before you leave, because if you leave here and crash it’sme that’ll catch shit for it.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“You’re adisgusting piece of shit!”
Ishrugged. “Still not the worst thing I’ve been called.”
She flailed one last time, but when Ipressed her harder against the trailer wall in amove that had to be painful, she relented. “Okay, okay…”
Her breathing had started to return to normal, and Iloosened my grip on her wrists so as not to hurt her, but as soon as Idid she began thrashing again.
“Woman!” Iyelled, and she laughed before turning her face to the side so she could scowl at me. “Give it arest, will ya?”
“Didn’ttake you as afamily man,” she said breathlessly.
Isnorted with laughter. “Iain’t.”
“But you have akid. Real pretty one too. She get her looks from her mama?” She rolled her hips, grinding her ass against me. “You got an old lady and ahouse with abackyard and awhite picket fence? Thought you were some big scary biker.”
She was baiting me and Iknew it. Ialso knew better than to fall for it. “Firstly, she ain’takid. She’samouthy little shit who gives me hell every day. So don’tlet her pretty face put you at ease. And secondly, no, Idon’tgot an old lady. My dick prefers free pussy. Is that what you are, Jolie? Are you free pussy?”
She stopped grinding. “Why don’tyou ask Dom and find out?”
“How ‘bout Isee for myself?” Ireached for the waistband of her jeans and she began to flail against me.
“You wouldn’tdare,” she seethed.
“That’swhere you’re wrong,” Iwhispered against her ear. “Iwould dare. I’ddare several times aday, until you couldn’twalk and you couldn’ttalk. I’ddare so much that you’dnever look at another man in quite the same way again. I’dchain you up in my basement and keep you there as my little fuck toy and there’dbe nothing you could do about it, Jolie. Because when Ifuck, Ifuck for my pleasure and be damned the consequences.”
She was bucking against me, her hands slapping the walls in frustration and no doubt fear, but Ikept my weight on her, refusing to let her move.
“Is that why you came here, Jolie? Did you wanna be aclub whore for us men?” Isucked her earlobe into my mouth and released it, relishing how her entire body tensed.
“Fuck you!” she snarled, still not backing down, despite the tremor of fear that trailed through her.
Ilaughed, darkly. “But maybe when you’ve finished high school, sweetheart,” Isaid, and stepped back suddenly, releasing her. Ireached into my cut and pulled out my cigarettes before lighting one. “Few years before your jailbait ass won’tland me in awhole world of trouble with your brother and the law.”
Islumped myself down onto one of the shabby sofas, my legs spread and one arm hanging over the side of the sofa.
Jolie turned around to face me, aflare of red-hot anger on her gorgeous face. Liked that look in her eyes—it was dangerous. From the furious look on her face, Ihad read her right; she wasn’tused to being turned down and Ihad just poked the bear. My brother always said Ihad athing for the crazy ones, and he wasn’twrong. And this bitch was aprime example; she had crazy cards in her back pocket and aflick knife in her front.
“I’mnineteen,” she bit out, her eyes narrowing like she was daring me. “I’mnot alittle kid.”
Nineteen.
Fuck me.
Shewaslegal, and despite me knowing that it still wasn’tright, Icouldn’thelp the way my dick responded to the happy news.
My heated gaze moved across her body, roving up and down her tight curves. Itook another drag on my cigarette. She was hot. That shit wasn’teven debatable. But Icouldn'tget mixed up with abarely legal crazy bitch like her. Especially not when that level of crazy was attached to abrother. I’dbeen around long enough to know when to stay away, and this girl came with aflashing neon warning sign and apolice siren to boot.
Istood up and took astep toward her, laying one of my large hands on the back of her neck. She didn’tflinch when Iwrapped my hand gently around it and tipped her face up to me. Her pupils dilated. She hated me but she couldn’tdeny she was turned on, if only for the fact that she hated not having the upper hand in this situation. Ihad her just where Iwanted her.
“Nineteen. Is that afact?” Idrawled.
