The Biker’s Plaything Novel – Taking her hadn’t been part of the plan, but the one thing Lord was used to was adapting. He knew in his gut killing her wouldn’t bring him any kind of pleasure. Her grip tightened around him and he liked it. He could never tolerate touch—until now. He savored the feel of those thick, juicy thighs holding on to him. It had been a long time since he’d seen a curvy woman like her. The current women of th e club were slender. Some were nothing more than skin and bone. Just feeling this woman, he knew she was different. It was a gut feeling that had taken him by surprise as soon as he laid eyes on her. There was no denying it. His shaft ha rdened at the thought of seeing her undressed. He didn’t know what to do with her. Whe n her head rested against his shoulder, he tensed up. He hated being touched, but this … her touch didn’t piss him off. Was she trying to get comfort from him? This chick confused him, no doubt about it. There was no way any woman should ever want to get any kind of anything from him. He was a monster, through and through. He’d learned by pain and suffering himself to never let anyone in. Ally . That was her name.
Lord wanted to know more. Every detail. Was Ally short for Allyson, Alysia, something else? For some screwed-up reason, he actually cared to find out. He also needed to constantly remind himself that she was the enemy. The daughter of a rat jerk. They weren’t friends. Gritt ing his teeth, he tried not to think about what he really wanted. The moment she’d asked if her father had sold her to him, he’d seen the glint in her eyes. Even as her body had shaken in fear, he knew she was attracted to him, and what was more, she hated herself for it as well. Ally ne eded to learn to keep her mouth shut because she’d given him a wicked idea. Pressing his foot to the gas, he rode all the way back to his clubhouse, which was in the middle of nowhere. Not a single house in sight, which was exactly how he liked it. He hated most people and learned at an early age that the world was made up of liars and cheats. He’d simply become the master, and their fates were now in his hands.
There were no squeaky-clean people within his world. They were all after something from him, and like always, he had a price. No t once did he stop on his journey back home. Bobby’s death didn’t bother him. Tying up loose ends was all part of the deal, and Bobby had screwed up big time. He had no doubt that the only reason the cop went out to find this girl was because he was hiding something himself. People lied. The w ords were a constant mantra in his head. They lied and cheated. The gates to the clubhouse were already open. Several club whores were huddled together in a corner. They hadn’t even bothered to grab a jacket to ward off the cold. Mini skirts and revealing tops in case one of the brothers looked their way.
He cut the engi ne. “Get off,” he said. Ally let him go and he wasn’t surprised when she ended up a heap on the ground, to which the women in the corner laughed. “Get lost before I kick your asses out,” he said, yelling so they knew he wasn’t kidding around. Again, he didn’t know why their laughter bothered him. Ally stood up, red-faced, and stared at the ground. “I’ve never been on a bike before. It was a new experience.” He should have warned her. She’d heard the cop get killed, not to mention the fact she’d been taken against her will, and well, to normal people, it made for a really hard day. Lord st ared at her for several moments. Her blonde hair was long. He hadn’t gotten too close back at Bobby’s house, but the locks easily fell to her hips, but it wasn’t dull or lank. There were waves, and it looked silky to touch.
The jeans and shirt she wore covered up her curves. They weren’t exactly flattering clothes, but what he’d felt up close, well, that had gotten him really interested. This shouldn’t be happening to him. He didn’t want a woman in his life, or in any part of his world. It pissed him off to even be thinking about keeping her. A vir gin . He wet his lips. Those were the words she whispered to him. No man had ever touched her. Lord tapped his fingers against his thigh as his men began to arrive. Reaper would have been the one to stay behind to see the end of the job done. Non e of the men stopped to greet him as he stared at Ally, who continued to watch everything. He saw her taking it all in like a sponge. She was so young and innocent. He didn’t know how Richard had managed to keep a daughter oblivious to the demons of this world. Lord ran a hand down his face, trying to clear the fog from his mind. shaft made it perfectly clear what he’d be happy to do.
Ha ting how weak he felt at responding to a woman, he grabbed her arm none too gently and marched her through the clubhouse, going straight to his office. A couple of women tried to gain his attention, but one look at his face and they were all scampering away. No one wanted to be in the firing line, and he was ready to cause pain and destruction. He kicked his door closed and released Ally with a shove. She fell against his sofa, and he went straight to his liquor cabinet. A whiskey was what he needed. After p ouring himself a large shot, he downed it in one go. His body was becoming old and jaded. It didn’t even burn as it slid down anymore. The first time he’d tasted whiskey was when he was fourteen, not long after another beating from his stepfather.
He never hit back, at least not that time. No, it had been a couple of weeks later that he’d finally punched the jerk back, and that feeling had given him a giant rush. He p ushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on the blonde in front of him. She sat, her legs closed, hands resting on her thighs. She looked sweet and kind. He didn’t want to think about kindness, not right now when he wanted to screw her. “Do you want to be mine?” he asked. She frowned at him. “You said he didn’t sell me to you.” “Didn’t answer my question.” “You didn’t answer mine.” He threw the glass down and charged at her. She shrank back as he put his hands at either side of her head, trapping her against the sofa. There was nowhere for her to escape, and that was exactly what he wanted. Even though she’d been camped out in Bobby’s trunk all night, she smelled good.