An Outlaw Monster (Back Down Devil MC #10)(35)

“Who?”

“Trev. If he finds out…”

“He’s not going to find anything out,” Trent said. “You’re wearing a ring. You’re going to wear my ink.” Trent walked to the bed and grabbed my hand. “Face it, darling, you’re all mine now. You made that decision.”

I tore my hand away and shuddered. “You don’t get to make that call.”

“I already did. I gave you a choice.”

“You wrote me a note and left.”

“So you could goddamn think it over,” Trent growled. “To really understand what you’re in for here. We’re about to ignite this war even more. So there’s no other choice, okay? Trev and Jasper talked and wanted you gone. They were willing to get you to the border and that was it. That’s why I wrote the note. That’s why I had the ring there. I thought maybe facing some kind of truth would get you to f*cking think.”

I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard. I glanced at the ring and had to admit… it was really beautiful. A simple single diamond. Probably the kind of ring I would have picked out myself, you know, if the time ever came and I was in love and wanted to get married.

“It’s a beautiful ring,” I whispered.

“Yeah, right.”

That’s when something else hit me. I slowly looked up at Trent. The outlaw monster staring down at me.

He had a diamond already purchased.

That meant this wasn’t something really planned out and shopped for. It was a ring he already had and decided to give to me.

“What?” Trent asked.

“You had the ring,” I said. “Before you thought about giving it to me. You already had it. Why?”

“None of your damn business, darling.”

“No. I will go along with this plan…”

“Stop right there. This isn’t something I’m asking you to go along with. This is your only chance at surviving. Remember who you’re messing with right now. End of discussion, Harlee. I’m in control. You don’t like it? Stand up, give me the ring back, and walk your ass out of this clubhouse. Good luck making it to the next town before someone gets you.”

Inside, I was terrified. On the outside, I kept myself in one piece and wanted to figure Trent out.

“Tell me,” I said. “If we’re going to get married, we should know everything about each other.”

Trent reached down and touched my jaw. “You’ll find out what I want to tell you and when I want to tell it.”

“No, Trent. I don’t care if you’re the monster.”

“Keep running your mouth, darling, and watch what happens.”

“What are you going to do? Hurt me?”

The left side of Trent’s lip curled up. “If it does hurt, it’s not intentional.”

He then grabbed at his belt buckle and pulled it open. I let out a gasp and leaned back on the bed.

Was he going to f*ck me?

Trent opened his jeans and stood there, balling up his fists tight.

“Say something again,” he said, tempting me.

“I have a right to know,” I said. “Is this something you do? You bring women to the clubhouse, pretend to be engaged, and then what? What does the monster do?”

Trent shot a hand out and touched the back of my neck. He pulled at me and lowered himself down. In a split second, his lips gently grazed mine. It sent a scorching heat from head to toe. But he didn’t kiss me any harder.

“Nobody ever gets this far with me,” he whispered. “I’ll tell what you need to know.”

“I’m not going to stop asking,” I said.

“Fine.” Trent stood back up and grabbed the front of his jeans and boxers.

He slowly pushed them down, showing me that his stomach muscle didn’t quite end with his stomach. My hand had explored that territory but now my eyes got to feast upon him.

“I have no choice,” Trent said. “I’m going to force you to stop asking me about it. I’m going to have to keep your mouth full.”

**

When his cock jumped free from his boxers I let out a gasp. I thought he was going to smack me with it. It bounced a couple times and was then perfectly rigid, pointing straight at me. I reached for him, touching the bottom of his shaft. With just one small pump, I watched the tip of his cock leak.

His other hand was still at the back of my neck, guiding me forward as though it was my first time. Maybe my first time with Trent, yes. Certainly my first with something this thick and heavy.

As I parted my lips I was convinced it would be impossible to do. I couldn’t get him into my mouth. Beyond that, my sex quivered, aching to see if I could get him to fit down there.

My tongue came forward first, lapping up that little droplet off his tip. It was sweet yet salty. I wanted more. A lot more. I licked just under the head of his dick and swirled up and around. My hand eased down his long shaft and held at his heavy root. I squeezed and readied myself. I moved my lips around his forgiving tip, feeling the soft and thick skin enter my mouth. My lips moved over the ridge on his tip and I quickly pulled back.

Trent groaned and pulled at my neck.

“More, darling,” he ordered. “You’re not getting away with that.”

I moved down more, taking another hearty inch and then stopped. My mouth felt too full already, but I still had miles to go. I moved back just a little and then came forward. I shut my eyes and let my other senses do the work for me. The sense of feeling him taking up all the space in my mouth. The taste of his hard shaft, getting hard as I kept going.