“She can still open her legs.”
Lord had never raped a woman, and he didn’t force them to work for him. His club whores and the many working in his network of brothels were there more than willing and eager to work up the ranks. They loved the money, the attention, and belonging to the Straight to Hell MC. It was one big, fucked-up family. And they all answered to him.
“Boss?”
He turned and glared at Brick. His patience fading quickly. His VP jutted his chin to the far end of the yard. A curvy little blonde was tiptoeing around the buildings, making her way toward the main gates.
For some reason, it didn’t push him over the edge like it should. He had to stop himself from smiling. “Bring her to me.”
He watched as Brick retrieved Ally and carried her back kicking and screaming over his shoulder. When he set her down on her feet in front of him, he stood with his arms crossed.
She looked up at him with those deceptively innocent eyes. “I was taking a walk.”
“That’s the best you’ve got?”
“You never came back to the office. I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to do.”
“From what I remember, we had a deal. Are you reneging already?”
She shook her head, and it pleased him.
“Want her to ride with me, Lord? I’m heading up north anyway. I can drop her off at the whorehouse and get her out of your hair for good,” said Stump.
“This pussy isn’t for sale. She belongs to me.” He waved a hand in the air, making a circle above him. “Head out. Find out what we’re dealing with.”
The bikes drove off and onlookers spread out, going back to their own business. Leaving him alone with Ally in the vast, empty yard, the remnants of dust settling.
“You were trying to escape. How far did you think you’d get before I found you?”
“I hadn’t planned that much ahead.”
He pointed to the armed guards patrolling the entrance. “You wouldn’t have made it a foot past the gates. You’ve already seen what happens to traitors. Now, let’s not have this happen again. Understand?”
This time, she nodded. “Who was that other girl? With the cut face?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Who do you think she was? My last conquest?”
“Probably.”
Lord narrowed his eyes. She continually tested him, and normally, he’d never tolerate it. There was just something about this particular girl that entertained him.
“She’s not my type,” said Lord.
He led her back to the clubhouse, walking by her side. Once inside, he told her to take off her sweater.
“What? Why?”
“I own you, Ally. Stop questioning everything and do what I ask.”
She looked side to side, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. It amazed him how her innocence was such a fucking turn-on. As she unbuttoned the ugly sweater, part of him wanted to soothe her fears. But that wasn’t his job. She was just a temporary distraction.
Ally moved teasingly slow.
“Tonight would be good,” he prodded.
She slipped it off over her shoulders, revealing a fitted pastel-pink tank top underneath.
“No bra?”
Ally crossed her arms, trying unsuccessfully to hide those big, sloppy tits from him. She scowled. “I know I need one, okay. I always take it off with my uniform before leaving work. It’s not comfortable.”
“I like you like this. Nothing like a perfect fucking rack.”
This time, she made eye contact with him. She definitely wasn’t expecting that answer. Little did she know he wanted to drown in those lush curves. His cock was already painfully hard.
“Come closer.”
Lord sat on the edge of one of the large wooden bench tables in the main entrance. There were usually a couple of brothers sitting around. Right now, it was just the two of them.
She approached him. Tentatively.
“Closer,” he said.
Once she was within arm’s length, he hooked his hand around her back and pulled her between his parted legs.
“Lift up your shirt.”
She shook her head.
“These are my tits now. You better get used to feeding them to me when I ask.”
Ally took a deep breath, not saying another word. Ever so slowly, she pulled up her top until the material stretched over the full sloping peaks. Her nipples were big, ripe buds, making his mouth salivate.
“Give one to me.”
He watched as she grabbed her own breast and lifted it toward his mouth, her nipple teasing his lips. When he opened, taking as much of her as he could, she moaned—quickly trying to mask the sound.
Lord suckled her tit, then switched to the other. He was already addicted to Ally. Women with tits half her size were usually plastic. She was all soft and natural, exactly how a woman should be.
He leaned away, his hand still on her back, keeping her in place. “You liked that.”
She didn’t answer.
“Cover up. I don’t want anyone else seeing this body but me.”
Lord wanted to run his hands through her blonde hair. To stare into her eyes. To kiss her. He never kissed women. What was happening to him?
****
Ally had been holding her breath.
This should be a nightmare. She’d had to choose between death or becoming a biker’s whore. She chose the latter, and he was already subjecting her to his sexual whims.
Why wasn’t she hating this more?
Why did his no-holds-barred sexuality only turn her on?
There was something dark and brutal about Lord that scared her, but also something more, something that pulled her in. She wanted to please him, wanted him to love her. Stupid fairy-tale thoughts wouldn’t help her in a motorcycle club, but she couldn’t help herself.
She was only nineteen, but she’d been on her own for a long time. It was draining supporting herself while hoping for a better future. Her parents had done a number on her. Lord’s possessiveness made her feel wanted for the first time in her life.
But it was all an illusion.
“What’s your real name?” he asked.
She raised a brow. “You already know everything about me.”
“Ally Prixman. What’s Ally short for?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
Ally shrugged. “My mother just liked the name, I guess. Trust me, there’re no beautiful stories connected with my life.” She took a breath. “I’m just Ally.”
He raked his gaze down her body. Everywhere he looked seemed to heat up in return. His beard was thick and masculine, and his scars made her curious, but she didn’t dare ask questions.
“You sure you’re a virgin?”
She nodded.
“We could charge a pretty fucking penny for you in the whorehouse. Clients pay top dollar for virgins. I could even auction you off for a small fortune.”
Her entire body tensed up. She didn’t want to be bought and sold by filthy men looking for sex. She wanted to be Lord’s. For once in her life, she wanted to matter to someone. In fact, she craved it more than air.
“But I’m a greedy bastard.” He stood up, towering over her. “Did you eat?”
“Someone brought me food.”
“Was it good?”
She shrugged, not wanted to appear rude. Some half-dressed woman with leathery skin had dropped her off a questionable-looking ham sandwich. With her nerves already flared, she couldn’t stomach anything.