Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(20)

“There is no ‘was’, Beth… We’ve come too far to turn back now.”

“That’s just it. I can’t be that woman out there. I just can’t…”

“I told you I don’t do public shows. There’s no one in this room but me and you, querida.”

“It was… interesting to watch,” she fumbles.

“Interesting?” I ask, thick with disbelief.

“It was arousing…”

“It was f*cking hot,” I correct her, then kick myself as she physically jerks as if I hit her. Fuck, I keep forgetting how young she is and, hell, how innocent she is… even if that’s the reason for this conversation. I’ve never dealt with this before. I wonder if it’s worth it, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be satisfied until I have her. Mine.

“But I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that.”

I sigh, tired of talking.

“Tell me exactly what it is you can’t do, Beth, so we can end this conversation.”

“I can’t be her!”

This time, my sigh come out more like a growl because, Jesus, I know she’s young, but since when did it get this f*cking hard to understand a woman?

“Who?”

“I don’t want to have sex with more than one person—more than you. I can’t do that, Skull. I can’t and… I won’t.” She takes a breath. “So, I think it’s best if you just… take me back now.”

“Do you see anyone else in this room, Beth?”

“Well, no, but… All of that was obviously normal for—”

“For them, yes. I didn’t bring you here to share you with any f*cking person. Did you not hear me threaten my own man outside for just looking at you?”

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious.”

“I was dead serious.”

“You’re very confusing, Skull.”

“Jesus, woman, look in the f*cking mirror. Now, are we done with this damn discussion?”

“I guess.”

“Thank f*ck. Now strip.”

“Strip?”

“Yes. Take off those clothes. Now.”

Her face gets more color in it, but it has nothing to do with embarrassment anymore. Now, she’s just pissed at me. I like it. I like it when she shows me spirit.

“You do realize I haven’t done this before, right?”

“Si, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be understanding? Or… maybe even considerate?”

“No. I’m just supposed to make sure you come over and over and can’t walk when I’m done—which I will do. And, as an added bonus, I’ll make your body crave what only I can give it, so you will always want more… even when I have made you come so hard you pass out from the pleasure. Now, mi cielo… strip.”





Strip, he says. Like that’s so easy.

I could hate him right now. I feel like I’ve been on a damn roller coaster ever since Colin confronted me. This day with Skull has done nothing to settle all the fear and upheaval inside of me. Now, after putting me through the wringer, he just stands there and tells me to strip.

I should tell him to go f*ck himself. The problem is, he’d probably just find someone to replace me. This isn’t about love. There’d be no love with Skull even if Colin wasn’t in the picture. I’m not going to get love.

The image of Colin comes to mind. I bite down the panic and, instead, center my gaze on Skull as I fumble with my pants. I eventually get them off, but it’s definitely not sexy and alluring like in the movies. I nearly fall as I kick them off. I feel stupid. I stand up straight and take a deep breath. Skull stands there not saying a thing. It’s like he’s daring me to go further, like he doesn’t think I will do this. He probably has a good reason to think I won’t. My nerve is about to fizzle out. The only thing that keeps me going is the memory of Skull’s kiss and his fingers on my skin. That gives me the courage to pull the shirt over my head. Now I’m standing here in my underwear, watching him.

“Bra first, querida.”

I take another deep breath; it shudders through my body and comes out ragged. “You’re kind of being an ass,” I tell him, reaching behind me to undo the clasp.

“I like watching you, sweet Beth. I like giving you orders and having you carry them out.”

“I’m not a servant…”

“In here only, Beth. I want you to take my direction. Do what I ask of you. Give me this and I’ll reward you. It’s my job to show you your limits and push them. My job to give your body exactly what it needs… and what it will come to yearn for.”

His words cover me softly like another form of seduction. They make my knees weak and my body respond, but at the same time they make me sad. I won’t get time with Skull, and I think I already yearn for what he can give me. Will it get worse after I actually sleep with him?

My hand covers my breast as I let my bra slip off one shoulder, then work up the courage to remove it completely. That’s when I see his body tighten, his eyes glued to me. This strong, larger-than-life man covered in tattoos and scars is totally wrapped up in me right now. He’s watching my every move. I have his complete attention and he’s filled with need… for me. Something about that strikes me deeply. I might be the one following his orders, but I feel powerful right now. I drop the bra and try to be brave enough not to dive down onto the floor and find it.