“I don’t see why that’s any of your fucking concern, asshole,” I shoot back and place my fists on my hips.
His eyes hold an edge of darkness but instead of being hesitant at his dominating appearance, it draws me in. I’ve never been interested in any bikers due to being surrounded by them all my life, even if my father always protected me. But Colt is in a different league all on his own.
For one he’s older than many of the guys of the MC my brother now runs. And Colt isn’t very chatty or flirtatious either. If anything, he’s grumpy, standoffish, and most definitely a loner. But damn, he’s sexy. Dark hair always pulled into a bun at the back of his head. The sides are a salt and pepper mixture to show a hint of his age while his body is a solid youth of muscled strength.
His hand slides around my neck and he pushes me until my back hits the wall of the bunker. Leaning forward his lips brush my ear as his hot breath scorches my skin when he says, “If you want me to tell you what I have planned for the change in your life, you will spill your thoughts. If there’s anything I despise it’s lying and withholding information. And with the shit you withheld when you got here, I’d say you know this little fact by now.”
I let my head slightly fall to the left as I close my eyes. The painful reminder of the shit I withheld–as he so kindly puts it–is the very reason why we’re standing here right now. “Cannon tried more than once to crawl on top of me to fuck, okay? Your weight pressing down on me? My brain froze for a damn second or two.”
“Did he rape you?” Colt asks through clenched teeth. “Did his fucking fingers touch your pussy?”
“No,” I snap. “I managed to fight him off each and every time. My virginity is still intact.”
Holy shit, stupid brain. Why did I let that little fact slip out?
A smirk slides over his face. “Well, what do you know…un-fucking-touched.” His fingers tighten around my neck. “I should walk away. I’m so fucked-up you don’t need my kind of crazy. Not to mention, I’m too fucking old for your virgin pussy.”
My fingers tighten in his leather cut and I’m about to shove this asshole away from me but his mouth covers my earlobe before his teeth sink in, making me gasp from shock. Pleasure and pain mix as my body heats.
“But I’m done resisting you. You might have been able to fight off everyone else, but you won’t be able to fight me, Kadence. I have fought many battles and never once came out on the losing end. But this isn’t about winning or losing. This is about claiming what has always been reserved to be mine. And, Kadence?” His voice comes out as a rough growl when he adds, “I always take what’s mine, no matter who or what I have to face to get my way.”
A shiver runs through me due to the truth in his admittance. This man just challenged a brotherhood and is willingly risking a war with both MCs when he kidnapped me to keep me safe.
I know his MC can’t interfere with my brother’s club because there’s nothing to be done since I’m the president’s sister and Rowen picked a man for me. Personal issues, nothing more, nothing less. Colt’s MC has nothing to do with it, even if it’s fucked-up. It sounds like some twisted scene from a mafia romance. Minus the romance part, that’s for damn sure.
“I hope you know what you’re risking by not being able to resist me. And I can tell you right now I’m not worth it. You have to think about those little ones I’ve met. Weston, and Roper’s kid too. My brother would go nuts if he knew you helped me stay away from him.”
Fury washes over his face. “Not worth it? Then why the hell did you fight Cannon if you think you aren’t worth shit? Are you willing to suck and take his cock in every hole to please your brother? Well, why didn’t you say so? It would solve a lot of problems.”
My fist flies out and lands on his jaw hard enough for him to step back and drop his hand, leaving me the space to kick his shin for good measure and dash around him.
“You asshole,” I seethe. “I won’t suck anyone’s cock and surely not an asshole who cheats, stinks, and thinks my pussy is a damn prize to pop because he wants me for the title. A prize to be won for all to see and make him feel better and good about himself.”
I try to land another punch but Colt grabs both my wrists and pulls me to him, making me collide with his hard chest.
“Glad to hear we’re in agreement. You won’t suck anyone’s cock except mine. And I actually do have a plan, Kadence. But it involves a waiting game where in the end, I’m going to offer Rowen cash since your sick brother is all about making deals and whoring out his sister.”
Fury flares hot through my veins. He tightens his hands around my wrist and slowly shakes his head.
“Don’t get pissed, little spitfire. I hit the nail on the head about your fucked-up brother. It has nothing to do with you or the money I will happily cough up to buy your freedom, because that’s how I see it.”
“Buy my freedom?” I croak. “You really think my brother will accept cash if you offered? Cannon won’t–”
“My plan involves Cannon dead and buried. And your brother is the president now, he needs to put the club first and his club needs money to survive,” Colt simply states.
Laughter rips from me. I can’t help it. The way he mentions Cannon’s death as if it’s part of a turd he needs to flush is hysterical.
His determined look stops my laughter, but the corner of my mouth is still twitching when I ask, “Okay, I’m curious…how do you plan to kill him?”
“Either Rowen will take care of it for me or the fucker will be stupid enough to undermine Rowen’s authority, that will leave me to let him headbutt a bullet.”
Headbutt a bullet. The way those three words fall from his lips in a deadly vow is making my heart skip a beat or two. There’s something seriously wrong with me to find a man threatening to end another man’s life sexy.
“Keep staring at my lips and I’ll give ’em to you. But not to take your mouth, Kadence. I’ll take the lips of your pussy in a kiss that’ll make your orgasm explode on my tongue.”
My pussy clenches at the mere thought of having this man’s head between my legs. It has me wondering how his rough beard will feel when it slides along the inside of my thighs.
His breath heats my ear when he murmurs, “No use imagining how it would feel. And like I said…we’re playing a waiting game where we have a lot of spare time to kill. I intend to spend most of it between your legs.”
I have to swallow hard. Those aren’t empty words and his big, calloused hands are slowly stroking me, stoking the fire his words already set aflame inside me.
The men I’ve been surrounded with weren’t anything like Colt. Most might have been bikers but they took what they wanted, when they wanted. The only reason I’m still a virgin is because my father protected me–and threatened anyone who so much as looked my way–until the day he died.
Those other men didn’t make promises. And Colt has done nothing but make promises and he kept them too. Even if I forced myself upon him by coming here and putting everyone at risk by doing so.
Colt called my brother and arranged for me to stay here for seven days after he heard my mother killed herself on the day of my father’s funeral. And today, when those seven days were up and I had to return to my brother, Colt again offered me a way out; landing my ass here in his bunker.