Honestly, I’ve never seen a pierced nipple before this moment. Not that it’s more than a second-long distraction.
Finally, my eyes meet his piercing blue ones, and I ignore the cocky grin on his face.
“You’re not to touch anyone else here. If you’re going to be mine, then you’re only mine.”
It’s actually a relief to know he won’t be passing me around.
“And you?” I ask, cursing myself for being so brazen.
His brow cocks in amusement as one corner of his mouth quirks up in a taunting grin.
“What about me?” he asks, but I look down instead of answering.
“Answer me,” he prompts. “And look at me while you speak.”
Slowly, I bring my eyes back up.
“Are you only going to be touching me?”
He laughs as he comes closer, a mocking sound once again.
This man just fucked me so thoroughly that I can barely stand, and he never even bothered to kiss me. I’m not sure why that’s the center of my focus right now. There are other things much larger to worry about.
He grabs my chin roughly, but not painfully, and tilts my head up as he runs his free hand down my naked side, slowly moving to my ass when he gets close enough.
“I’m Drex Caine, baby. I’ll touch whoever I want, whenever I want.”
Which means I’ll go to the doctor regularly.
I don’t speak. Instead, I hold his gaze and let him intimidate me the way he wants to. I won’t fight him in any way, because he’ll consider it a challenge and try to break me.
I’ll let him win all the battles so that I can endure the war.
“Stay up here. I have to go meet with Pop. Don’t come down.”
Considering there is an entire warehouse below that is full of bikers that scare the hell out of me, I’m glad he’s leaving me up here. But what would be the consequences if I didn’t follow orders?
“Will I be staying up here?” I ask weakly. “I mean… full time. Is this my room?”
His dark smile shouldn’t be so sexy. In fact, it makes me hate him more, because I feel all the more twisted for liking that smile.
“This is my room, but yeah. You’ll stay up here for now. Until I decide what to do with you. You can sleep over there.” He points to a leather couch against the far wall of the vast room.
Two girls with their legs spread wide, heads thrown back mid-orgasm, and bodies bare for all to see, are on a poster that adorns the wall just above that couch.
I really hope he has disinfectant spray or something.
“Okay.”
“Blankets are in the closet. Sheets, too. And you can take one of the pillows from my bed. Just one.”
I nod while tucking my head low. I brought my own pillow in my bag, along with my own blankets, just in case I got lucky enough to have my own bed. A couch is better than sharing a bed. And I guess it’s better Drex has me instead of his father. My skin isn’t crawling like I thought it would be. Which is another set of issues I’ll have to deal with. Later.
If I survive this, I’m going to need a lot of therapy.
“Thank you,” I say, not bothering to tell him I have all my own things.
“Your bags are downstairs. I’ll have Sledge bring them up. Have your clothes on before he comes up here.”
I start pulling on my panties immediately, even though I need to clean up. I’m still riddled with exhaustion after our brief encounter and in need of a post-sex shower.
He turns and walks away, and I suck in a sharp breath. His back has even more tattoos than his front. Massive, intricate patterns of ink barely leave much flesh to be seen.
The grim reaper is in a pit of fire, the flames rolling across his back like an ominous warning. That’s what was wrapping around his sides—flames.
I’m still staring as he walks away, pulling on his shirt as he goes. He leaves me behind as the door shuts, and my eyes immediately soak in my surroundings a little better once he’s not distracting me.
This room could serve as an apartment.
I scoop up my clothes and rush into the bathroom. After Sledge comes and goes, I’ll take a shower. In fact, I’ll just hide in the bathroom until he leaves.
The less his people get to see me, the safer I’ll feel.
Chapter 8
DREX
The twisted grin on my face might stay there for a while. I’m going to enjoy this more than I thought. Didn’t realize how much I liked the sweet ones until right now, and she’s sure as hell sweet. I guess time will tell how much like her father she is.
That sobering thought sours my good mood. So much for my fucking smile sticking around.
“Drex.” Sledge’s gruff voice reminds me I came this way for a reason.
“Sledge, grab the girl’s bags and put them in my room. And don’t hang around to talk to her.”