“Ace has stuck around through my shit since I took over here.”
“And you haven’t fucked him?”
She sends me a pissed off glare. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no.”
“Not your type?”
“What’s with all of the questions?”
I shrug. “Just figuring out what makes you tick and weed out any possible competition.”
“How do you know I’d give you a chance if there wasn’t anyone else in the picture?”
The craving to touch her is too great, that when she opens the door leading out of the hall, I cage her in with my arms on each side of her body. I don’t come in contact with her skin though. I learned the first time if you don’t give her any warning, she’ll flip you.
With a gruff rasp, my gaze lands on her mouth. “You forget I had that mouth around my finger yesterday.” I’d like to have it on my cock next.
“And?”
“If there wasn’t a trace of attraction to me, you never would’ve done it. You’re not used to dealing with men on your level. I’m right up there with you, and I know what I’m doing. If I want something, I get it.”
“And that’s why you don’t have a chance, biker. I’m not a thing to possess.” With that, she ducks under my arm and continues on.
I grab her hand, light enough to get her to spin my way, eyebrow cocked, and I get to finish my thought. “Trust me; I know you’re not a thing. You’re a woman—one who should be worshiped.”
She swallows, her eyes widening for a moment before she brushes it off with a laugh. She turns away, and I let go of her hand to keep following. She a strong woman no doubt, but she reminds me a lot of a scared animal, attacking when she’s cornered. With every fiber of my being, I want to take control of her, own her, but she won’t let me if I go full steam ahead, so I’ll be smart about it. I’ll make her believe that she’s coming to me all on her own, but every move I make will be put in place to get her exactly where I want her.
Owned. By me.