Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(13)

“When can I see you again?” I ask her now, conceding only because it’s not practical for me either. The Donahues aren’t taking my calls. They are purposely ignoring me. I had Torch send them a message today. I need to get back and see if things get… ugly.

She pales at my question and pulls her hand away. Her body goes into a defensive position and, as she opens her mouth, I know she’s just going to deny me, so I stop her before another sound’s uttered.

“Don’t bother saying no, Beth. This will happen. You need to get used to it. You let me in. I’m not f*cking leaving until I grow tired or bored.”

“Oh my God! You did not just say that!”

“Why not? It’s the truth.”

“You’re a jerk… a conceited jerk!”

I shrug off her answer. She really has no idea who she’s dealing with.

“Just tell me when and where, and you can go back to the school.”

Fuck, I feel like a dirty old man just saying that. Apparently I am a f*cking pervert because my dick jerks at the mention of her being in school. I wonder if she has a school uniform. Does she have a sexy little plaid skirt?

“I… Skull, I… well, there are things you don’t know. It’s just—”

“What don’t I know?” I ask, thinking it might be best just to cart her over my shoulder and be done with it. I’m getting tired of hearing her challenge me.

“Well… I mean, I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to see each other.”

“You’re wrong. Now, you have about two minutes to give me a time, or I’ll just drag you back to my place and make sure you’re there when I want you,” I tell her calmly, crossing my arms and appraising her.

“You’re kidding me! You just said you could break it off when you grew bored! Well, I don’t want this. You’re a jerk. I don’t want to give my virginity to someone who tells me he’ll grow tired of me eventually. It’s over!” Beth announces, then twirls around and begins marching away.

She’s cute. Damn cute. I can’t deny that what she says makes a certain amount of sense, if you’re young, na?ve, and still believed in relationships that lasted a lifetime. I don’t. Never have, never will. And, as much as I like watching her ass twist as she walks away…

It takes two large steps and, being the bastard that I am, I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her hard against me, and wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her head back tight so she stops squirming. I’d enjoy the f*ck out of her squirming, but if she keeps it up, I’m going to take her virginity here in the cemetery—and there’s not a f*cking thing that’ll be gentle about it.

“It’s not ending yet, querida,” I say. “Not by a long shot.”

“I don’t… want you,” she whispers.

Maybe I’m a bastard for not listening to her denials. I lean down and run my tongue up the salty skin of her neck, stopping when I’m at her ear.

“You may say no, but your body says something else entirely,” I tell her. “Even now, your sweet little cunt is filled with your desire. I bet it’s running down your legs because your body is weeping for me, readying itself… for me. I could f*ck you up against the tombstone right now, Beth, and do you know what? You’d not only let me—you’d beg for it by the time I was done. So name a f*cking time for us to meet, or I’ll prove you a liar right now. The choice is yours.”

Her breaths are coming in ragged gasps. Her nipples are pebbled hard against the white cotton dress she has on. She’s close to the edge and I’ve done very little compared to what I want to do. She licks her lips and her gray eyes search for mine, but it’s impossible for her at this angle.

“My guardians know I’ve been sneaking out. It will be hard to get away,” she reasons.

I kiss her temple and carefully release her, knowing I’ve won. The thrill of victory is not there. It’s a sad consolation gift because what I really want is to f*ck her—and f*ck her hard.

“Tomorrow, meet me here at this same time. Do not be late, querida. I am not above coming to your school to get you, and I’m pretty sure that is not what you want.”

She pulls away from me. She looks back briefly, and her eyes are large with shock.

“Skull…”

“Go, while I’m still of a mind to let you, Beth. Tomorrow.”

She swallows, her hand coming up to her throat.

“Tomorrow,” she repeats, then backs away from me. Once we are about ten feet apart, she turns and runs the way she’d come.

Me? I adjust my dick and promise myself to make it better tomorrow. Damn…





“Hey, Boss,” Latch calls out.

He’s getting ready to re-up. They’ll be shipping his ass out to Kandahar next month. I’m going to miss the bastard. It’s been nice having him home, but he gets bored when he’s not deployed. Sabre has tried to talk him into sticking around, but he’s not having it. Latch and Sabre are closer than brothers. They fought alongside each other for five years in that hell. When their platoon got cornered and was taking fire, they lost every friend and squad member they had. The two of them worked to save each other. They survived being POW’s together—and I figure a hell of a lot more. I don’t ask. Some shit a man never wants to talk about. I know I have crap I don’t want to rehash ever again.