Taking a threatening step forward, I was impressed when she held her ground and didn’t move. “You better watch that pretty little mouth. I know all kinds of unpleasant things to stick in there if you continue to piss me off.” It wasn’t the first time I issued that threat to her and probably wouldn’t be the last. Visions of her choking and slobbering all over my dick coursed through my wicked brain.
Briefly, I wondered if she was the kind of girl who spit or swallowed.
Shit. Now I would be walking around with a hard-on all night.
She tilted her chin in defiance but didn’t say another word, wisely understanding that pushing me too far wouldn’t go in her favor. The long, sexy column of her throat drew my eye and I swallowed hard at the thought of pressing my lips to her neck and sucking on her creamy skin, leaving my mark on her body. Oddly enough, the thought had nothing to do with Suraya. Sasha was a wild, feisty little thing and I wanted to tame her, bring that little vixen to her knees, and sink my cock deep inside her as she called out my name in submission.
I had never wanted to fuck and beat a woman so badly at the same time in my life. Sasha was testing all my limits and if she wasn’t careful, she’d find my dick buried deep in her pussy and I didn’t care if she struggled the entire time. Something about the way her nostrils lightly flared, and her knees clenched tightly together told me she was just as turned on as I was. Not to mention the fact that I could smell her greedy little cunt and its desire to be filled.
My Reaper was incredibly gifted. He didn’t miss much, and his senses were hyperaware. By default, I enjoyed having those same abilities. There wasn’t shit Sasha could hide from me. Her accelerated heartbeat proved she wasn’t telling me the whole truth and the idea of forcing the words from her lips made my cock so hard I growled my next words, clenching my hands into fists.
“Stay in this room,” I warned, heading toward the door. “Don’t test me any further.”
As I left and shut the door behind me, I almost wished she would try and then I could find an inventive way to punish her, preferably while getting my dick wet in the process. Yeah, I was a cold motherfucker, but when I wanted something, there was no stopping me. The Reaper who lurked beneath enjoyed my lascivious and dark thoughts, rippling under my skin with a need that matched my own in ferocity.
Sure, I had initially been attracted to Sasha bec
ause of Suraya’s memory but the longer I spent in her presence, the more it became clear that I was also just as drawn to Sasha. Maybe that was fucked up. I did genuinely mourn Suraya and her death hit me hard. I was still trying to wrap my head around all that had happened, and Sasha’s presence wasn’t making things any easier.
Before I stole that kiss, all I thought about and wanted was Suraya. Afterward, all I could concentrate on was this feisty brunette and how different she was from Suraya. Although their physical appearance was identical, the two women were nearly opposite in personality. Intrigued, I wanted to keep provoking Sasha until she lost her carefully constructed wall of composure. Maybe a part of me wanted to see if the sexual attraction was as strong as it appeared to be. Maybe I wanted an excuse to get close to her again. Perhaps my dick was just calling the shots. Who knew?
Walking into chapel, I ticked my head toward Grim who frowned as I sat.
“Well?”
“She’s definitely Suraya’s identical twin. Sasha says she doesn’t know where Trish is, but I don’t know if she’s telling the truth. My instincts say she’s hiding something, I can tell you that.”
“None of this makes sense. Trish hasn’t gone off grid since all that shit went down six months ago. Why now?”
“I know,” I agreed, “but there’s something else. Sasha said she spoke to Trish and saw her leave the Blacktop at around nine p.m. How is that fuckin’ possible if Tricia’s been missing longer?”
Grim sank back against his seat. “She must have been hiding from me.” He slammed a fist on the table. “She knows I watch over her. I haven’t kept it a secret. So it doesn’t make a lot of fucking sense that she’d disappear.”
“Maybe she’s just playing a game with you, brother.”
Grim stood so fast his chair tipped over. “I don’t think so. None of this is a coincidence, including the Scorpions who showed up at the Blacktop shortly after you arrived. Somebody knows something and I’m betting that sweet little piece of ass in your room has plenty of her own secrets.”
I didn’t disagree. “What do you want me to do?”
Grim’s shrewd gaze landed on my own. “Do you really think Sasha is holding back?”
“Yes, she has to know more than she’s saying. Tricia and Sasha work together. There’s no way she never met Acid and his club. Not with the way shit went down six months ago. Even if Sasha didn’t know Acid, we know Trish did.”
The reminder didn’t make my prez happy.
“Fine.” Grim’s eyes gleamed with a feral glow. I knew that look, and it meant trouble. “Then we take her on the Devil’s Ride.”
“When?” I asked, my body buzzing with sudden anticipation. That would certainly change things. Sasha was about to find out exactly how the Royal Bastards Tonopah, Nevada Chapter earned their name.
“Tonight.”
Chapter 8 – Sasha
“Follow me.”
I shuffled along behind Bodie out into the hall as he moved with all the stealth and grace of a deadly predator. His swagger was distracting as I yawned and blinked the sleep from my eyes. Immediately, I felt guilty since I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way his ass was perfectly molded in his jeans. I had slept about eight hours and eaten before he returned, insisting there was something I needed to see. To be honest, I was more than a little wary.
Our last conversation ended without resolution and I was convinced that he was pissed about something, but I couldn’t figure out what was bothering him. “Where are we going?”