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

mother passedaway, I remember swearing I’d never hurt my old lady the way she’d been hurt.It’s not who I am.”

“Old lady?”

“One day. That’sthe goal, right?”

She wanted tobelong to him, to belong period. Living on her own, pinching pennies, havingno support system, it wasn’t an easy life. Love was a distant thought,something she never dreamed to obtain. If anything, she expected to be used bymen, have her heart broken time and time again. From what she’d seen at thebar, most men were cheaters, and that was one thing her heart couldn’t take.

“Everyone herehates me.”

He smirked. His beardwas coming in thicker. The way he looked at her brought her body to life, eventhough it had been broken earlier.

“Everyone willworship every step you take after tonight. We’re having a meeting, and I’ll setthe club straight. It won’t be a problem.”

“What will youtell them?”

She wanted him to takeownership of her, to make her his old lady. But they’d only been together sucha short time, and it was too soon. It didn’t stop her from wanting it, though. Sheworried he’d tire of her, change his mind once he got to know the real her.

“That you’re mine.And if anyone lays a finger on you, they’ll answer directly to me.”

Ally licked herlips. Right now, she wished her body wasn’t achy and bruised.She wanted Lord all over her, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of herbody. Even without their deal, she wanted him to have her virginity. Any otherman would be a disappointment in comparison to Lord. He was all male, powerful,no holds barred, and apparently, he wanted her.

He trailed a fingeralong her cheek, down her neck, and over the swell of her breast. Her heartraced, her pussy throbbing. She breathed in shallow gasps, anticipating his nextmove.

He rested his foreheadagainst hers. “Don’t ever feel ashamed of this body. Those club whores aren’t even in your league, baby girl. They givethemselves away for free. You’re different. You’re all mine.”

She remembered howthey’d taunted her. They reminded her of how fat and out of shape she was—a wasteof space, covered in cellulite, worthless garbage. It had been an excruciatingexperience emotionally. How could the prez choosesomeone like her? Her self-esteem was so shattered, it was hard to accept anypositive words from him.

“You could do better.”

He narrowed hiseyes. “I’m partially to blame for his bullshit. I shouldn’thave tried to push you away, but it sure as hell wasn’t because I thought Icould do better,” he said. “I went to that farm to kill you, but one look atyou, and I fell hard. One fucking look and I was agoner. That doesn’t happen. It took me by surprise, and I didn’t like feeling weak.But this body of yours is all I can think about. You’re all woman. Perfect.”

“You’ve barelytouched me.”

He wet his thicklips, turning her on even more. “And I won’t. Not until these bruises have fadedand your hand’s healed.”

She didn’t want towait that long. But the fact he’d hold off for her benefit made her feelspecial.

“And then whatwill you do to me?”

“I plan to fuck you raw, little girl. I’ll have you begging me for cock.I may be an ugly motherfucker, but when I’m done withyou, I promise you won’t care.”

Chapter Seven

Lord had hopedAlly would finally believe him and allow herself time to relax around the club.Two weeks later, though, he knew she wasn’t going to give him the chance to proveanything.

They’d all decidedon a barbeque for dinner tonight. A couple of the club pussy had gone with someof the guys to the store, grabbing meat and vegetables to throw onto the grill.A buffet table was set up, and music filled the air but not too loud thatconversation couldn’t be heard.

He watched Ally. Shedidn’t try to make any kind of run for it. Not for the last two weeks. And nottoday. Whenever he got to his room, she was always sound asleep, curled up inthe corner of the bed.

The bruises had mostlyfaded away. He didn’t like the way she kept a wall up between them. How longwas he expected to wait?

The night she’dbeen attacked, he’d called church and made sure everyone knew what it meant ifthey messed with Ally. He forced them all to realize she was important to him,and not to fucking mess with her. There was no way inhell he’d entertain a replay of what happened two weeks ago, and everyone knewit.

With the fact he’dalready killed one of the whores and buried her, thewomen had fallen in line. None of the old ladies were present tonight. They hadn’thung around the club much. From what he could see, Ally tended to help with cleaningup after parties, and then she’d take her seat outside and watch the sun set.

Like now, she had aplate in front of her filled with food, but he’d yet to see her eat anything. Maybetaking a civilian as his woman would never work.

She ran her fork acrosseverything, without pronging it. Would she ever accept life in the club?

“You okay?” Brickasked.

He’d been askingthat question an awful lot lately, and Lord was tired of it.

“Why the fuckwouldn’t I be?”

“You’re staring atthat chick real hard. She’s your property, man. Go over there and tell her whatit’s all about.”

Lord looked atBrick. He trusted the man more than anyone else. It was why he’d made him VP,why he was willing to listen to him.

“What have the boysbeen saying?” he asked, taking a bite of his burger.

“About what?”

“About anything.”He didn’t care what they thought of his leadership skills. All he cared aboutwas what they thought of Ally.

“They think you’repussy whipped. They’re curious about her, that’s about it. None of them have anythingelse to say otherwise.” Brick shrugged. “It’s hard for them to understand. Pussyis pussy, Lord. What makes her so different?”

He watched Ally. Sheput her fork down to tuck some hair behind her ear. She stared across the yard,not making eye contact with anyone, forever in a daze. He’d already gotten afull background check on her and there was nothing about her life that she wouldmiss. No one waiting for her. She had a