Fire is practically shooting out of her eyes and I love riling her up just as much as watching how my touch affected her body. Because I clearly saw the lust and desire glazing her over while her nipples pebbled against the fabric of her dress.
“Shut your dirty mouth and get your filthy paws away from me,” she seethes and I have to move fast to grab her chin and force her head into another direction as she tries to spit in my face.
“Don’t do it again or I’ll tape your fucking mouth shut,” I snarl. “If you play nice, I’ll make it good for you.”
Her eyes and attention aren’t on me or the things I just said and what’s about to happen. Nope, it’s on the floor behind me. This damn woman. No fear for her own life.
My suspicion is correct when she says, “What the hell did you do with my mother?”
I click my tongue. “Now, now, babe. Your real concern should be: what the hell am I going to do with you?”
CHAPTER THREE
– MERIBETH –
“I didn’t peg you as a stupid one,” I hiss and try to glance around him to see where my mother went. “And if it wasn’t clear enough, let me spell it out for you. I. Don’t. Care. What. Happens. To. Me. What I do care about is my mother, now fucking tell me.”
I expect him to hit me in the face; I could use the pain as a distraction. But instead, he keeps glaring at me. My chest is heaving. I know I’m in a screwed-up position to make demands but in reality? My hands are bound and I’m dangling from the freaking ceiling so what do I have to lose? I need to know my mother is safe.
It’s my fault she was hurt. She wouldn’t have been out there if I hadn’t stormed out of the house after my father dismissed me and insisted to marry me off to the fucking enemy. And I’m still fuming he wouldn’t even hear what I had to say. Marry the enemy, fucking hell, I’d rather have this hot looking biker take my virginity.
The things I’ve heard about him speak volumes. But to see him before me? Tattoos on his face, blond spiky hair, tattoos all over his arms and hands. He’s incredibly handsome but the guy is ruthless during cage fights.
He’s a man of his word, this I know. Not to mention, the way his mere finger stroking down my breastbone erupted pleasure throughout my body was shocking and very intriguing. Needless to say, where I lack all experience, he’s brimming with it.
The guy has been running this MC alongside his father for quite a few years now. My father always spoke very highly of these men, it’s another thing I don’t understand; how my dad could act without talking with Lynch.
The more I think about it, the more I’m liking the plan of Ramsey here taking my virginity. And I’m also not ashamed to say I might enjoy it more than having Leith, or worse, Rory taking me as a wife. I let my gaze wander over the fierce man standing before me and take him in. Yes. This biker is better looking than any mafia man I’ve ever met.
His hard eyes assess me and suddenly his inked hand curls around my throat, thumb and index finger keeping my jaw in a tight lock. “What was the last thing that went through your mind just now?”
I can’t help myself. I give him a smirk and tell him the truth. “That you’re better looking than any mafia man I’ve ever met. And before you ask how my mind jumped to this little fact, it was the thought of you taking my virginity. It would be a hell of a lot better than my father’s choice.” My lip twitches with disgust. “Having the enemy for a husband or worse, the man who raped my friend.”
His thumb gently strokes my jaw as he leans in, his breath hot against my ear when he huskily says, “Oh, it will be a hell of a lot better…for me. Feeling that tight pussy wrapped around my cock as I break you in. I might take your ass when I’m done making you bleed. See how many holes I can stuff you full of cock with. How does that sound?”
“Like you need to start torturing me instead. I suggest cutting off my ears first because you talk too much and I’m getting bored,” I mutter in an effort to seem unaffected.
But dammit, the reality of his words are getting to me. My body doesn’t feel like my own and it’s overheating from the things he just said. I’m absolutely screwed-up in the head. Hanging off the freaking ceiling while my body fills with lust for the one who kidnapped me. The one who mentioned he wants to torture me, take my body, and eventually kill me.
And yet my body involuntarily shudders when I feel his lips brush against my ear as he pulls back. Again, he pierces me with a hard stare, as if he’s taking in every inch of my whole being.
A smirk slides over his face. “You’re lying. You’re not bored, you’re aroused. And thank you for showing me a crack in your armor, babe. Quite helpful to see your facial reaction when I know you’re lying.”
He takes a step back and crosses his arms in front of his chest. Movement at the door catches my attention and I watch how Brodie steps inside the room.
“Where’s my mother?” The words are ripping from my throat without thinking.
Brodie glances at his president who lifts his chin with a slight movement.
“On her way to the hospital,” he says and I let my body sag into the restraints.
“Thank you,” I tell the both of them with a load of gratitude.
Brodie snorts. “Is she for real? Man, can I keep her? I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like her.”
I’m about to give a snarky reply but I’m rendered speechless when Ramsey says, “You can’t, ’cause she’s mine.”
Now Brodie is the one crossing his arms in front of his chest and is giving his president a hard look. Ramsey returns it without blinking or so much as giving his VP any other details.
Their stare down comes to a stop when Ramsey’s phone starts to ring. He pulls the thing from his pocket and glares at the device before answering it and tapping the screen to hold it out in front of him.
He turns to Brodie so they can take the call together. “Talk fast, I’m in the middle of deflowering your daughter, and I’m enjoying myself immensely.”
“You can’t touch her,” my father snarls.
“Why?” Ramsey snaps back. “Because we leave women out of our business? Fuck you, McVay. You have no fucking honor when you murdered my father for something he didn’t do, killing four other brothers along with it. So, why would I respect you, your beliefs, or any fucking member of your family?”
“Lynch raped–” my father starts and I can’t stand here and say nothing while he keeps believing a lie and accusing an innocent person of something he didn’t do.
“No. Lynch didn’t touch Dara,” I snap in a harsh voice, earning both Brodie and Ramsey’s head to swing my way. “Talk to Dara. Alone, Dad. Please. I’ve tried to tell you how–”
“Beth,” my father croaks. “What are they doing to you? Is your mother there with you? Are you hurt? Is your mother hurt?”
“Enough,” Ramsey snaps. “Put this Dara on the phone if you would like to see your daughter again.”
“Dara killed herself. She couldn’t bear the shame of being dishonored,” my father says accusingly.
“No,” I whisper and swallow hard but then anger takes over. “That fucking Rory. He called her when we were in your office. She couldn’t lie to me when I was standing in front of her. I’m her best friend and she broke down and told me everything. I promised her I’d keep whatever she told me between you and me. But you wouldn’t let me talk to you alone. I wanted you to listen and somehow salvage the damage that was done to all of you because of what Rory did. Hell, maybe Dara didn’t kill herself. Rory must have gone back to tie off loose ends. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. I mean, he did mention he wanted to marry me because Dara was damaged goods. All while his dick was the one that did the damage.”