Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(15)

My hand glides up and down my shaft, my pre-cum bathing my cock. Up and down I move, squeezing, imaging it’s her sweet * I’m tunneling inside of. Skull… Again, her voice haunts me and I imagine she’s moaning my name before she comes, tightening the muscles of her * and clamping down on my cock, squeezing it tighter and tighter… I growl out her name when I can feel my climax racing forward. The electric zing flashes up my spine and then cum is streaming from my cock, shooting in the air, and falling down on my stomach and against the headboard of my bed. I pump my dick until my orgasm is finished, then squeeze the head tight, draining the last of my cum.

When it’s over, I lie there… unsatisfied. She’s going to make this up to me. I’ll f*ck her face so hard she won’t be able to close her mouth for a week. Disgusted, I go to the shower. She’ll definitely make this up to me.





What am I doing? I’m so stupid. I’m an idiot, really. It’s the only thing that’s certain in my life. My mental tirade has repeated over and over in my head from the time I left Skull yesterday until right now at this very moment, standing in front of Katie’s stone, waiting for the one man in the world I should stay completely away from. I don’t, though. I choose to ignore common sense. I ignore my overpowering fear… and end up here instead of back at school.

The only excuse I have is that after Colin’s text this morning, I have a bigger fear. Colin has ordered me home this weekend. We’re going out to dinner together. Like a fool, I thought it was just another family dinner, and I asked if everything was alright.

His response made my blood run cold. He thinks it’s time to announce to the family that we’re a couple. “You ought to get accustomed to what I expect of you.” That’s what he said. I have no idea what that means, but the implications chill me.

I can’t let it happen. I just can’t let my life be one in which I’m… Colin’s.

That means I have to run away before Friday evening when Gerald comes to pick me up. I’m scared to death, but I’m more afraid of what will happen if I don’t try. It also means I have three days… three days… with Skull. It may be selfish of me, but I’m going to ignore everything inside of me that screams this is a bad idea. I’m ignoring the part of me that’s enraged and hurt because Skull’s already planning on moving on to another woman before we’ve even begun. I’m going to ignore everything and just live.

Skull is the only man to make me feel like a woman. I almost died, and one of my biggest regrets was that I would never feel what it felt like to make love… to be in love. Skull is that chance for me.

There’s a very big chance that my escape will fail and I won’t be able to get away from Colin. If I do, then he’s not going to be the only memory I have of sex… of being with a man. I’m going to give my body to Skull, except I’m doing it on my terms. What Skull doesn’t know hopefully won’t get him killed.

And that is the real reason I’m standing here. I expected Skull to show up by now. I glance at my watch. If he doesn’t show in the next ten minutes…

“Cristo… you’re in a uniform.”

“What?” I ask, taking in a breath after he scared me. He’s standing behind me. How long has he been there? I’m going to have to be more alert if I am really going on the run from my family. I turn around to look at Skull.

“I don’t usually engage in games,” he tells me. “I like my f*cking straight forward. But… Christ, Beth. I wondered yesterday and now seeing you in a school uniform with that damn skirt… I suddenly see the appeal of role-play.”

His words warm me with heat—not embarrassment, but desire. I like knowing I get a response out of him that he hasn’t had before. Suddenly I find myself, the virgin who is slightly scared of going all the way, liking the idea of role-play, too.

“I didn’t have time to change,” I lie. I was afraid to change. “I brought some clothes in my pack,” I tell him, holding up the large backpack I’m carrying on my shoulder.

“Good girl, but you forgot one thing,” Skull says, stepping closer to me until our bodies are almost touching.

“What’s that?” I whisper, loving the look he has in his inky dark eyes.

“I’ve been almost twenty-four hours without your lips, querida,” he tells me, his hand sliding along my neck, adjusting me the way he wants before he takes my mouth.

I’ve spent all night remembering how it felt when he touched me… the way his fingers felt inside of me. Add that to the fact I know in my heart that I only have a few days with him and I’m dying for him. So, as his tongue dives into my mouth, I don’t wait for him to coax me this time. I let the taste of him invade my system and moan at how delicious it is. My tongue seeks his out, fighting with it, warring with it and demanding more. Skull’s arms come under my ass to pull me up on his body. I steady myself on his shoulders, our lips never parting as I wrap my legs around his thick body. We’re moving, but I don’t care. I want more of his taste, more of his kiss, more of… him.

I feel something hard hit my back. He has me against a tree. His mouth pulls away from mine and I let out a growl of protest; I’m not ready to stop yet.

“Christ. You’ve turned into a she-cat,” he says, his voice hoarse. One of his hands reaches under my shirt to palm my breast. I look at him, listening to the sounds of our ragged breath mixing with each other.