Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(15)

“Hold on,” he orders, then takes off. I lay my head on his shoulder and do just what he tells me to.





Jesus Christ on a bed of nails, this woman may be the death of me. I was so pissed at her for trying to skip out that I just intended to tell her what I thought of cock teases, then go find a willing woman. End of story. Done. Kaput. Then, I touched her and pulled her body back against mine. Her little moan drove me crazy. Just a simple thing really, but coupled with the way her body felt against me and the way she filled my hands… I reacted without thought. I bared her ass right there and marked her with my hand over and over, and with each outline of my hand on her creamy ass, I knew… I knew I was playing with fire.

She’s special. She makes me react in ways I haven’t with another woman, which is crazy bad, because this is just a one night f*ck fest. But, by God, I’m going to make sure she remembers me for a f*cking long time once we’re done. I’ll mark her so that any man she touches after tonight can’t live up to the night we shared.

That stupid pain in my chest hits me again and I’m f*cking tired of that. Whatever it is, that’s her fault too, and I’ll punish her for that along with the rest. I take her back to the motel that the boys and I have been staying in. It’s a cheap dump, but we stay there because it limits the attention we receive. These kinds of places usually operate on cash only and they don’t give a f*ck who stays here as long as they get paid. I thought about finding some place nicer to bring her to, then got pissed off again. This is a quick f*ck—a bang it and forget it. I’ll be damned if I treat her any different than I would any of the other * I’ve had.

I pull around to the back, parking outside the window of my room. Thankfully, I’m not sharing with one of the other guys. I try not to, though sometimes we do just for safety’s sake. Latch and Sabre are sharing this time around, but I suspect it’s for other reasons. I don’t think my brothers get off with each other, though if they did, whatever, good for them. I’m suspecting little Miss Annie puts on a show for them nightly. She might be claimed by Sabre, but it hasn’t escaped anyone’s attention that the three of them have their own thing going.

I help Holly off my bike and walk her to the door with one arm around her. I do this partly because now I don’t trust her not to flee again, and partly because I just f*cking love the feel of her in my arms. We barely make it inside before I slam the door and spin her around so she’s pushed up against it. My lips find hers, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, desperate for another taste of her. She’s pure sweet nectar, her flavor bursting in my mouth and making me groan as our tongues fight with each other for dominance. Her hands push at my cut, pulling it from my shoulders. I help by letting one arm go outwards and pulling it free, then copying the action with my other arm. I can’t use both at once; I have to touch her, keep contact with her.

My hands immediately go back to her body, holding onto her hips and pulling her against my cock because even covered up, the f*cker wants her close. Her sharp little claws bite into my sides when her hands sneak under to pull my shirt up.

“Your shirt… take your shirt off,” she mumbles against my lips when we break away to drag oxygen into our lungs.

I growl because I don’t want to stop touching her. I do, but grudgingly. I throw my shirt to the floor. My reward is when her sharp little teeth bite into my stomach. She sucks the abused skin in her mouth, letting her tongue pet it, all while her nails dig into my back. Jesus. Fuck. She’s so hungry for it, she’s on fire. She kisses up to my shoulders, then bites me, my dick jerking in reaction. Her hands go down to the button on my jeans. They give, and then her hand slides inside to wrap around my cock.

That’s my cue to remind her who’s in charge.

I pull her arms up, capturing both wrists in one of my hands, then pin them above her head. My other hand wraps around her neck and I force her head back against the door. I don’t squeeze, but I exert enough pressure that she opens those emerald green eyes and stares at me. Her sweet, pink tongue that I’ve been playing with comes out to lick her lips. Her breathing is hard and ragged when I give my order.

“You don’t touch my cock until I give you permission.”

In response, she tries to pull her body away from the door, pushing against me. I tighten my hold on her neck to stop her.

“Quit teasing me!” she huffs, and that’s just further proof that this little girl has no idea who she’s dealing with tonight.

“You want it all, baby? You can have it. Just remember, you asked for it.” That’s the only warning she’s getting. Too bad it’s too late for her to do anything about it.





Do I want all of it? Is that really a question? I want to tell him to quit talking and show me more action. I don’t get the chance because he grabs the bottom edge of my shirt and pulls it over my head. Cool air meets my heated flesh and chills of excitement break out over my body.

“Take off the skirt, Holly. Leave your boots on,” he orders, his voice dark. At the mention of the fake name, my excitement cools, but I do my best to block it out. I push my nerves—and my skirt—down. I can’t exactly shimmy out of it. My leg doesn’t allow for that, and I don’t want Torch to see my injury—my weakness. My father and grandfather spent way too much time finding my weaknesses and using them against me. No man, no person, will ever do that to me again.