The Biker's Plaything (Straight to Hell MC Book 1) by Sam Crescent (best selling autobiographies .TXT) 📕

the door closedtight, she couldn’t help but comment, “This looks a lot better than thesandwich they gave me.”

“I’m their prez. They make sure to give me the best.”

He set his tray nextto hers on the bed. It was a feast, a smorgasbord of food she wasn’t used to.Everything looked mouthwatering, like a meal fit for a king—or the president ofa motorcycle club. Lord flicked on the large screen television.

“Here are some clothes.”He tossed a few women’s clothes on the mattress near her. “Why don’t you get changed,then we can enjoy this food and watch a movie.”

Ally was genuinelyconfused but was too scared to complain and ruin a good thing. Her curiosity gotthe better of her and she couldn’t keep her big mouth shut.

“Why are you beingnice to me?”

He froze, obviouslytaken aback. Time seemed to stand still as he stared at her, his shoulders backand eyes cold. What had she done?

“Don’t mistake kindnessfor weakness, little girl. Trust me, when the time comes, you won’t be able tosay the same thing.”

She swallowed hardbut kept pushing. “Why?”

He growled, hisjaw twitching. “Just eat the fucking food.”

This time, shekept her thoughts to herself. Honestly, she didn’t want things to changebetween them. Right now, she felt calm and safe—even if she was technically hisprisoner. It was a big change from her usually hectic and unpredictable life.She had a roof over her head, clothes, food, and a man she was undeniablyfalling for.

She knew it wasn’thealthy. She knew she had issues. And it still didn’t change a thing.

But a man likeLord would never be satisfied with a nineteen-year-old nobody. He was surroundedby drop-dead gorgeous women. Women with experience. Women who knew how to pleasea man. Like he said, she was just a little girl to him.

She had nothing tooffer.

Lord settled on theopposite side of the bed, the mattress dipping and jostling the platters. Heleaned on one elbow and popped some fresh grapes into his mouth, glancing overat her as she took a bite of her lasagna. It tasted so good that she couldn’thelp but let out a little moan.

He smirked butkept quiet.

“Do you have achef working here?”

“A couple,” hesaid.

She wasn’t expectingthat answer. There was very little she knew about theinner workings of a motorcycle club. What she’d learned had been from patronsat the bar, things she’d overheard when they got too loud. Other than that, everythingwas new to her.

After eating herfill, she picked at a few of the sweets. They looked like they were takenstraight from the display case of a bakery.

“I haven’t eatenthis good … ever,” she said.

“You’re joking.”

She shook herhead. “I’m not.” Ally wiped her mouth with a napkin and plopped back on the oversizedpillow.

“Things are goingto change. You’ll never go hungry again. Your bastardfather didn’t deserve a daughter like you.”

Ally twisted tothe side to face him. God, he was sexy as fuck. “Youtalk like I’m something special. I’m not.”

“You’re a lot morethan you think.”

She bit her lowerlip, knowing she was about to throw his words back in his face. “I’m a fucktoy, remember?”

“Nothing wrongwith that. You’re mine. That means only I’m allowed to play. The brothers havethe club whores, but they’ll never have you.”

“And you’re the prez. You get anyone you want.”

He never refuted.All he did was stare, unnerving her, like he could read her innermost thoughts.Maybe more.

“I guess it’s trueabout green eyes.”

Chapter Five

Lord never sleptnext to a woman. He’d used them for years. They weren’t worth getting to know. Moreoften than not, they were a complete waste of time other than having a pussy, ass,and mouth. Staring at Ally, he had to wonder when he’d lost his fucking mind.

Twenty-four hoursshe’d been in his life and already, she was curled up against him like a kitten.He’d put on a horror movie last night. She wasn’t into it at all and spent mostof her time hiding behind her hands. It had been cute, watching her. All his life,he’d never met anyone like her.

Sliding out of thebed, he moved toward his en-suite shower. His cock wasrock hard after being next to her all night long. That soft, supple body readyfor the taking.

Turning the water tocold, he allowed the spray to wash down his body to rinse off the night and fogof the morning. He had shit to do, and sticking aroundwatching Ally wasn’t part of his plan.

He needed to get anupdate on the whore and the Skull Nation MC and to seewhat he had to do to deal with it. He didn’t like anyone attempting to take histurf. The whore could have been lying about how she got that fuckingslash. He’d learned a long time ago never to take anything at face value.

Lord touched hisown face, wondering what Ally thought of his scars. She didn’t stare at himlike some people did. In fact, he’d noticed she rarely looked at him at all. Hergaze was either past his shoulder or on his chest. The few times he did catchher looking at him, she’d quickly avert her gaze.

After finishing inthe shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and entered the bedroom to findAlly sitting up in bed.

“Morning,” shesaid.

“Shower is free.There’s a clean toothbrush underneath the sink. I’ll have some clothes readyfor you on the bed.”

“I have my ownclothes back at my place,” she said.

He walked over toher and she shrank back as he put his hands on either side of her body, trappingher in. “Does it look like I give a fuck about what you’ve got in your oldlife, Ally?”

“You … you don’thave to worry about me or clothes. That’s all I meant. I’ve got plenty backhome.”

A new insecuritycrept up on Lord. He was getting too attached to this girl. The thought of losingher or her wanting her old life unnerved him. He was back in his childhood,hoping for love and compassion but knowing he’d only get pain and rejection. Wantingsomething he’d never get would only make him weak. Women were fickle andletting down his guard would be one big fucking mistake.

Ally was only ridingthis out so she could live and return to her old life.

Shaking his head,he