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He bared his teeth in a wicked grin, and a thrill hit me as he moved us up the stairs and into his master bedroom. He used his boot again to kick the door shut.
And then we were alone.
Chapter Eight
Steel
When I stripped Allie’s clothes off and she stood before me nude, my hands trembled like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane.
So beautiful. So delicate. So much mine.
I felt like I was unwrapping a fucking present on Christmas morning and each piece of clothing I removed left me mesmerized by the perfect skin I found beneath.
And her noises—Christ, her noises. She was going to be a screamer, I just knew it. Every time my fingertips grazed over warm, soft skin, she moaned and quivered beneath my touch.
Soon every man in the club would know I’d laid claim to my queen. And that was fine by me. Nobody was touching Allie after me. I meant what I said. This angel belonged only to me. She would be my one saving grace.
I would spend the rest of my life making sure no hard would ever touch her. She deserved that much.
My cock couldn’t get any harder as I ripped off my clothes. Boots first. Next, I took off my leather cut with all the Fallen Angels patches on it and lay it on the bed.
“See that?” I asked her.
She nodded, eyes fixed to the cut. “It’s beautiful.” She spread her fingers over it as if to touch it, but she didn’t.
“It’s sacred. And what I’m about to do to you on it is too.”
Her gaze flicked up to mine, surprise crossing her features. “You mean…?”
“I’m going to fuck you on it. Our sweat and cum will be on that cut. Blood too, depending on if I’m right about your being a virgin.”
She sank her teeth into her lower lip but didn’t look away. Her nipples grew tighter, those rosy pink tips hard as pebbles.
“It’s a bond, Allie. Making you mine. It’s like a promise. An oath between us. Do you understand?”
Hesitantly, she nodded, that look of awe still on her beautiful face. “Like your old lady?”
A lump formed in my chest at the thought. Like I’d said, she’d bewitched me. I wasn’t driven by lust anymore—I was far too old for that shit. But I was old enough to know what I wanted in life, and that was this woman.
“My queen.”
She opened her arms and I scooped her up, lifting her only to spread her on top of the cut with her ass on it so all her girl-cum and virgin blood would spill onto the leather. I wanted all of her.
I took her mouth in a hard, claiming kiss, taking and giving as much as she did. I buried my fingers into her hair to the sound of her deep moans.
I came over her, the bed dipping under my heavy weight. Between us my cock hung barely grazing against her tender pussy lips.
“Steel,” she begged sweetly, but I wasn’t about to take this fast. I was a monster to the outside world. That was a truth I lived with. But this was my one chance in this fucked up world to show the person I am quickly becoming attached to I’m not the terror she needed to fear.
She hooked her tan legs around my waist and dug her heels into my ass.
“Naughty little minx,” I growled taking her lower lip between my teeth and nipped the flesh. She was a little wildcat in my arms, raking at my shoulders with her short fingernails as she bucked upward seeking my cock.
I pushed up to my knees. Looming over her, the fallen angel ready to claim his heavenly angel.
I fisted my length and I tracked her gaze to the swollen head dripping pre-cum. I oozed from the tip and spilled over my fingers in a long rivulet. She’d caused so much milk to fill my balls it’s a wonder I’m not shooting off more to relieve some pressure.
I stroked myself, making another spill over my hand. “One thing, my angel” I husked deeply.
