Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(16)

“I need you,” I tell him, saying the one fully honest thing to him I can.

“Are you horny, sweet Beth?” he asks, his thumb brushing against the fabric of my bra, teasing a puckered nipple that begs for his attention.

When I said I needed him, I wasn’t just talking about sex. I knew that’s where Skull would take it. I’m okay with that. He doesn’t have to know that he’s everything I’ve ever wanted in the world. Just like he will never know that he won’t be in control of when this ends. It’s just as well. I need to be the one to walk away from Skull, because if I have to watch him walk away from me, I know I’d never survive. Skull would laugh. I’m not so young and stupid that I don’t get that he doesn’t believe in love, but I know that I could love him. I could love him completely.

“Did you think about me last night, Beth?” he asks and I force my mind back to the here and now because that’s all I have… all I may ever have.

“Yes,” I tell him, and it’s the truth. That’s just one more complete truth between us.

“Did you need to come? Did your body remember what it felt like to have me touching it, exciting it?” He growls, freeing my breast from the bra, again torturing my nipple by pressing it firmly between his thumb and forefinger and pulling.

“Skull…” I complain, trying to grind myself against him, needing more than what he’s allowing.

“What is it, querida?” he asks like he doesn’t have a clue.

“Stop torturing me!”

“Aww, but torture can be so much fun, querida… So. Much. Fun.” He looks down at me commandingly. “Unbutton your shirt, now.”

His order grabs my attention and I don’t argue. I do exactly what he says, unbuttoning the white dress shirt. My fingers are shaking, whether from nerves or need, I can’t decipher. My fingers brush the back of his hand as I work, but my eyes never leave his. I watch his face, his attention glued to my breasts, and as the cool air hits my chest, I see that familiar heat zap into his eyes… and I feel beautiful. I feel like a woman… his woman. It takes some work, but I shrug out of the blazer and shirt, letting them fall to the ground. I don’t want them between us. I want to be bared to him—for him.

His head goes down. I expect more of his soft kisses, but on my neck or stomach, while his fingers keep up their magic. I don’t get that. Instead, I’m shocked as he sucks one of my aching nipples into his mouth. My body goes still for a minute as a wave of sensation barrages me. Then, need explodes through my body.

This. This is what I knew only Skull could give me. This is what is worth Colin’s wrath. This.

My hands go into Skull’s hair, urging his mouth on, and I cry out when he releases my breast with a wet pop. The sound echoes, but I don’t have time to voice my frustration because he instantly moves to my other breast, which for some reason is even more sensitive.

“Skull… oh, God. That feels so good,” I moan, wanting more, but wishing our positions were different so I could touch him too.

He looks up at me, and I don’t even complain that he’s left my breast alone. It doesn’t even occur to me, because he has this look in his eyes that hypnotizes me.

“Just wait, querida. I plan on making you feel much, much better.”

I swallow at his dark smile and darker promise. Fear is not there this time. Now, it’s all need.





I told myself I was going to get her back to the club and savor her… that I’d coax her and tease her until she gave me what I wanted. I wasn’t expecting her to demand I give her more. It’s a welcome surprise. Still, I might be a bastard, but I don’t want to take her virginity in a f*cking cemetery.

Well, I do… but she deserves better.

I claim her mouth again. Her taste has seeped down inside of me and changed something. I have to have it now. A drug? I think it may be more powerful. I’m starting to think I may never be free—and I don’t really give a damn.

As my tongue tangles with hers and I take another hit, I slowly let her down on the ground, holding her close to me. We break apart and those beautiful gray eyes of hers are clouded with need. Her body trembles and I feel like a f*cking king. She’s completely mine and, though she might deny it, I know she wants anything I give her. My hand slides along the side of her neck and I raise her head up to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Button up, querida. I want to get you back to my home,” I tell her. It’s f*cking hard to turn down what she’s freely offering me right now.

She swallows, her face heating and her eyes breaking from mine as she starts buttoning her shirt. Something about the move bothers me. I bring her face back up and see the embarrassment there and… something else. Vulnerability? I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who has had that quality. The women I usually deal with are just as jaded and hardened as I am. I need to remember to take into consideration that she’s different. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever encountered.

“What?” she asks, her face reddening even more.

“You’re beautiful, mi cielo.” The endearment slips out. I should take that as a warning. Again, it seems I don’t care.

“Skull,” she whispers, and those f*cking eyes of hers are glowing. My chest grows tight, but I ignore it and help her button up her shirt. It’s a shame to cover her up; she was made for a man to gaze upon.