Page 27 of Devil’s Snare

“It does.”

“I’ll try my best. I have to remain in contact to get updates about my sister’s case.”

His lip curled on one side, almost a snarl. “I don’t like it.”

“Well, it’s not up to you, is it?” I challenged him. “This is my life. My choices. My fucking sister, Cin.”

All I got was a grunt in response.

His fingers pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, knuckles softly sliding over my cheek. I didn’t expect the kiss that followed, or how gently and tenderly he held me.

Cin’s behavior was such a contradiction. One moment gruff and demanding. The next, charming and patient. It didn’t confuse me as much as it intrigued me. As if he was a beast who fought his dark nature whenever I was near.

“Come with me.”

“Right now? Where?”

“On a ride.”

His motorcycle? “I’ve never done that before.”

“Riding? I’ll show you what to do.” Somehow, as his eyes darkened, I got the feeling he was talking about sex.

This biker and his filthy mind. No wonder I always had thoughts of being touched by him in my head. It was his fault.

“Behave.”

“With you? Never.” He winked before hauling me off the table and taking my hand, tugging me toward my room. “You need warm clothes. It’ll be cold in the wind. Boots. Gloves. You got those things?”

“Of course.”

“Then get your shit and get changed. Quick.” He slapped my ass, and I gasped. “Go on. Hurry up, Gwen. We’ve only got all night.”

He called me Gwen. Not Bambi. Not some other endearment. And he said it like my name meant something to him.

Silly. I was being ridiculous again.

I glared in his direction as I went to my closet and dug out the box with my winter clothes. I found black leather gloves, a black tight-fitting jacket, and my knee-length boots. I added a pair of jeans to the pile and headed toward the bathroom.

I didn’t make it.

The big biker stepped in front of the door and closed it. “You’re not afraid of changing in front of me, are you? Just slip out of those leggings quick and get dressed. Easy, baby.”

There. He did again. First “Gwen”, then “baby.”

It was then that I realized he’d distracted me enough that I never asked the rest of my questions, especially about his pet. I wanted to know about Omen. And details about my biker. What Cin did for his club. Did he work? Why did I only ever see him after dark? Would I ever meet the rest of the club?

“You’re not moving, Bambi. Need some encouragement? Another smack on the ass?”

I flipped him off as I reached for my leggings and yanked them down, purposely shoving my ass in his direction as I bent over, pulling the fabric over my feet.

“God damn, baby. You tryin’ to get my dick hard? ’Cause it already was, and now I’m gonna have blue balls.”

“Lucky for you, I’m not interested.” I pulled on my jeans and zipped them up, working the button as Cin tackled me to the bed.

His hands caught my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Dangerous words, Bambi.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”