Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(13)

Ricky's girls barely seemed to own anything. I looked for telltale signs of chains, handcuffs, anything that might tell me they were slaves. I had a serious urge to unchain any whores there being kept prisoner.

Not because I wanted to play hero. No, I wanted to spite the miserable piece of shit for prowling around underneath our noses, spite this whole f*cking place for teasing me with sex when I hadn't gotten my cock soaked and sucked for at least a solid month.

But I didn't see any slave girls. I started to doubt the rumors were even true.

The sluts in the other rooms whined or buried their faces in their pillows. They were miserable, but only because I wasn't bringing them drugs. They wanted business – not freedom.

Soon as I saw there wasn't any contraband hidden for the Deads, I stepped out into the hallway, just as that greasy little prick came walking toward me again.

“If you're here for *, I'm down with that, but you've got to be careful with this girl.”

“Careful?” I cocked my head.

My gut told me this f*ck was hiding something. I didn't come here looking for a hot, warm hole – especially after I'd seen the run down tramps this * had on market.

“Yeah,” Ricky clucked anxiously. “Just...don't be too hard on her. You can only have her mouth. Everything below the waist is off limits with this bitch. Her choice, not mine, and I respect it. Use a condom too.”

Bullshit, I thought, studying his face.

Okay, now I was totally convinced. The way that smirk disappeared when he talked about her told me something was up.

He was feeding me a steaming load of crap, and I decided there was no good reason I couldn't do the same.

“Outta my way,” I growled, shoving my hand into his chest so hard he flew back and slapped the wall.

“Wait, Skin! You can't go in there without me. Wait, wait, wait...”

I let him catch up before I looked him dead in the eyes. “You've got five seconds. Hearing you flapping your gums just makes me want to f*ck her even harder. I'll have her, and I'll do it alone. You think I give a f*ck about your roles, you're flat out wrong.”

He winced. The pimp's nervousness doubled, and he started giving me some shit about how he had to hang out and watch, for 'security' purposes, telling me again I could use her mouth, but not anything else.

I'd had enough.

I reached for his gun and slammed him into the wall so f*cking hard his teeth rattled. Music to my ears, and I wanted more.

“Play nice. Go mop the toilets or some shit like a good little boy, and maybe you can have this back.”

I must've been speaking a different language. The f*ck whined about us, pretended he didn't know this was a 'shakedown.'

He couldn't be that f*cking stupid. Of course we weren't here for tea, we were here to bust his ass for info, guns, money, and to flush this viper's nest clean of any poison. I held on tight to his greasy gun and pistol whipped his ugly face so hard his head slammed into the wall.

One. Two. Three.

The third time, I almost busted out his teeth. I realized my cock was hard, and it wasn't just due to the power struggle here.

I was honestly starting to get my hopes up that maybe the girl in the other room wasn't just another piece of half-starved druggie meat.

Maybe she'd look halfway decent. Maybe I'd actually want to f*ck her.

What then?

Ricky whined some shit I didn't pay attention to, wiping the blood off his lip. I stuffed his gun into my pants and turned, giving him one last push against the wall as I told him to get the f*ck outside and out of my sight.

I'd do this alone, or I'd knock him out cold and pop half the teeth in his mouth like popcorn kernels.

The blows to the face must've knocked some sense into him. He didn't follow when I walked into the chick's dark room and slammed the door behind me.

She huddled in a corner, and I caught a flash of bright blue eyes in the darkness. Awesome blue eyes, the color of hot gas flames ready to ignite the world.

Shit. She was pretty.

No, f*ck pretty. Compared to all the other bitches here, maybe even most chicks I'd seen in my life, this girl left them all in the stinking dust.

She had three times the curves on her slender body the other whores had. Her skin looked more pristine with every step I took closer. She looked healthy, sexy. She looked like the first thing in a long time that truly caused my cock to bolt up.

My dick begged me to slam her against the nearest wall. The f*cking hair stood up on the back of my neck when I looked at her, imagining those blue eyes rippling like pools while I slammed myself into her, snarling like a devil and filling her cunt with my come.

The young brunette looked scared out of her wits, and she couldn't stop running her eyes up and down my cut, like she already wanted me. Or else she wanted to figure out what the f*ck I was doing standing there.

What the hell? She had to have seen a biker bastard like me before. She'd probably taken about a dozen cocks from the Deads, not to mention a few hundred truckers, but damn if she didn't look like a virgin.

My cock hammered like mad in my pants by the time I was close enough to speak. Fire churned hot in my balls, sending pure hellfire into my blood. My brain still wanted me to talk like a sensible man, but everything below the waist decided then and there that I had to f*ck this girl.