Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(34)

“Got it.” I can see from the look in his eyes that he does, so I let it go.

“Okay. We’ll have another meeting tonight to check on the status of shit. Everyone here, no exceptions,” I order, banging my hand on the table and making it vibrate with the force of the hit. Then, I walk out before anyone else. I have some f*cking calls to make and I need to deal with Pistol. Maybe then I can go back to Beth without wanting to strangle her.





It’s dark outside by the time I get free enough to go to my room to talk to Beth. I sent word by Torch to have one of the men send her and Latch dinner, but I know she’s probably pissed as hell at being confined to her room. I can’t help it. She brought this on herself. She’s lucky I don’t have her chained to the bed. My dick moves and pushes against my pants to let me know he’s still alive as I picture Beth chained to my bed. The damn thing can just die back down. I’m not f*cking Beth again until I make her see what a f*cked up thing she’s done. I will not put up with her keeping secrets and lying to me. That’s a deal breaker. I’m not going to be like Beast, being led around by my dick and being made a fool of. No way.

When I make it to my door, there’s laughing going on inside and I instantly want to rip the door off the hinges and use it to beat one certain biker to f*cking death. Instead, I open the door and stand there ready to snap his neck like a twig.

“What the f*ck are you doing in here?”

Torch looks up grinning. I’m really getting f*cking tired of that grin.

“Hey, Boss. I decided to bring Beth some dinner myself.”

“Dinner was two hours ago, f*cker,” I growl, and my eyes dart to Beth, who is blushing but trying not to look at me. She shouldn’t. The slightest thing will make me cross the edge right now.

“Wow, really?” Torch asks, fake-glancing at his watch. “Eh, Boss, you know how it is when you have good company. Time gets away,” he tells me, this time turning his attention back to Beth.

I’m going to have to kill the motherf*cker. That’ll make him behave.

“Yes, really, Cabrón,” which is Spanish for dumbass, which is being nice. There’s so much more I’d rather say to him. I don’t bother, though. With Torch, it wouldn’t matter, and I want to talk with Beth. When I look over at her on the bed and see the way her blonde hair falls over her face and her full lips making a half smile, I admit that I mostly want to f*ck her. Between the Church meeting, talking with Diesel, and then with Pistol’s brother, I am about talked out.

“I guess I got carried away talking to the lovely Beth. It’s hard to concentrate on the time when you have such beauty in front of you.”

“Why would she want to talk with a man who tries to flirt with all the ladies, but since his dick is only two inches long, gets nowhere?”

“Fuck you. My cock is legendary,” he returns, then winks at Beth, adding, “In size and in experience, in case you were wondering.”

“If you don’t get the f*ck away from her, you won’t have a cock,” I warn him, and I’m not exactly joking. Torch ignores me, but doesn’t press his damn luck. He says his goodbye to Beth, gives me a motherf*cking salute, then closes the door behind him. That leaves me staring at Beth wondering where in the f*ck we go from here.

“He’s interesting.”

“You’re taken.”

“I wasn’t looking. It was merely an observation.”

“So you admit you’re mine?” I ask, pissed off with myself because that’s not the conversation we need to be having, but it’s the only thing that keeps coming to mind right now.

“Skull, you need to let me go. You heard Colin. He won’t stop until he destroys you. I can’t let that happen.”

“I’m not letting you go, Beth. You’re mine. I’ve claimed you in front of everyone. They all know it. The only person not seeming to get it would be you.”

“Skull…”

“Strip.”

“Isn’t that how we started this mess to begin with?”

“It’s not a mess, and if something works, then you stick with it. Now strip.”

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“That’s why they invented angry sex.”

“Shouldn’t we talk first?” she asks, but she stands and raises her shirt over her head and throws it on the floor.

“We will be talking with our bodies. If you’re lucky, you’ll wear me out enough that I won’t have the energy to punish you.”

Beth steps out of her pants and kicks them off to the side.

“I should’ve ran the other way when I met you,” she mumbles.

“But you didn’t, and now it’s much too late.”

“You said you’d grow tired of me!” she complains, standing in her underwear.

“I lied.”

“Skull,” she begins, but I stop her.

“Lose the underwear, Beth. Then come stand in front of me,” I tell her, sitting down in a chair, already naked.

“This doesn’t sound much different from regular sex,” she huffs, but she takes off her bra and panties.

“The angry part will come when I’m feeding you my cock. Now get over here,” I tell her, stroking my cock and squeezing it tight because f*ck me, I already want to come.