Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
I can’t let Stone get to Papa first. Not if it also takes the Hellfire Riders to the doc and Matt first. And anything I give them probably would.
Pressure builds in my chest, my throat. “What if I pay you what I owe? Will you let me go then?”
He goes still. “Pay me?”
Biting my lip, I nod. “You said you’d collect. So collect. Then let me go.”
“I’ll collect some fucking answers.”
“I don’t have any,” I insist.
“Then how do you figure you’ll pay up?”
“However you think is fair.”
But I know what it’ll be. And I don’t care. My virginity has been a commodity for months now. At least I’d get to choose how to spend it. And choose who to spend it on.
If I’d met Stone in any other way, if that night at the tavern had been real instead of a lure…judging by my reaction to him, I might have chosen Stone, anyway.
He gives a harsh laugh. “You think that just because your little ass snuggled in against my dick gets me hard, I’ll take a fuck in exchange for what I really want?”
Is it hard? Eyes wide, I stare at him. Paying attention now. And feeling the erect length pressing against my hip.
Oh. My breath shudders, my gaze flicking down before meeting his again. Heart thundering, I lift my chin. “I think it is what you want. You don’t need me for info. You don’t care about protecting me from Papa. And you plan to get more answers from the Iron Blood. So I think what you really want is your pound of flesh. Just take it, then—and let me go.”
Expression suddenly feral, he grips my hair in his fist. “You think your pussy will make up for all that shit that went down?”
No. Nothing could make up for it.
But although I tremble, I don’t waver. “Not Crash. And not your sister. But if making me pay will make you feel better…then I’ll do what it takes.”
Through clenched teeth he grits out, “All I want from you is information.”
“I don’t have any to—”
I gasp as his hands clamp over my hips and drag me onto his cock. My underwear’s gone. Through the heavy material of his sweatpants, I clearly feel his erection, so hot and hard and long.
Harshly he says, “Since you’re offering, maybe I’ll just fuck the answers out of you.”
Oh my god. My pulse rate skyrockets even as my inner muscles clench. “You can try,” I tell him breathlessly. “But I don’t have any.”
That cold gaze sweeps my face again. A colder smile tilts his mouth. “We’ll see.”
We’ll see. My heart is about to pound through my chest. “Go ahead, then.”
“Now?” His big hand pushes between my thighs and I gasp when his fingers slick through my intimate flesh. His voice roughens. “Christ, you’re so hot and ready. Did arguing with me do this?”
I don’t know. But I am hot and ready. I can’t believe it, but I am. And hotter when his fingers teasingly circle my clit. Biting back a whimper, I barely stop myself from rocking against him, seeking more of that light touch.
Barely stop myself from begging for more when he withdraws his hand. Eyes gleaming, he sucks my arousal from his fingertips before he stands, lifting me with him.
“Paying what you owe will cost more than a quick fuck in the back of a truck,” he says, then looks to a man waiting nearby. “Take her to the ranch, put her in one of the cabins. No one touches her or talks to her until I get back.”
“Will do.”
Stone catches my face in his big hands, his eyes still cold as they search mine. “You think about what you just offered up. And about whether you want to change that deal. Because I’ll take it, you understand? I’ll make you pay—but I’ll also make you talk. I’ll have you begging to talk.”
Nothing will make me talk. Not when it risks Matt’s life. “And then you’ll let me go?”
His jaw tightens and he stares at me for a long, long time. “Yeah,” he finally says gruffly. “Then I’ll let you go.”
II
The Ranch
21
Stone
Now that I’m out of the Cage, I ought to be getting shit done. But in four days, I haven’t done shit.
None of the fighters from the barns knows a goddamn thing. At least not anything more than we already knew. So all the time I spent talking to them was a complete fucking waste.
And I can’t get to the Iron Blood yet. I spent two days with eyes on the property in northern Nevada where they’ve got their clubhouse, but after the raid at the stables—and after Chef wound up with a bullet in his head and his house torched, courtesy of Gunner—their club goes into lockdown. Probably shitting their pants, thinking that whoever took out the stables is coming after them.