8. Whisper
“What is that?” Powertrain stared at me as if I had some sort of insect or gross thing stuck on me.
“What?” I twirled around, wondering if I had something on my outfit or shoes.
“That…that thing you”re wearing.” He grimaced.
“Oh. It”s called a skirt, maybe you”ve seen it once or twice.”
“That is not a skirt. That,” he said pointing at it. “Is a handkerchief.”
“A what? Oh my god,” I had to laugh. This man was truly insufferable.
“You didn”t buy me clothes which means this is what I found in the closet that would fit me. Regan, Tarak’s sister, was kind enough to let me choose something to wear.”
“So you chose thar, for dinner, with a bunch of horny bikers.”
“They have all been very respectful and sweet to me.”
“Not when they see you in that skirt.”
“Well then that”s too bad for you….” I tapped on his Treasurer patch. “Cause aren”t you supposed to be my babysitter.”
He growled and it legit reached my core. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Growling like an animal. It”s annoying.”
“I swear to God, you walk out that door and so help me…”
I left him hanging as I ripped the door open and scurried out. The skirt wasn”t even that short, I just needed to be careful not to bend over in it. Besides, my other clothes were in the wash. It wasn”t like I could go change.
“Well, don”t you look pretty.” Regan smiled at me as I approached. “I”m glad you found something suitable in that closet of mine.”
“I only wear black, so the dress is perfect. Unfortunately, someone thinks it”s a little revealing.” I signaled over at Powertrain who was watching me like a hawk.
Regan laughed. “That man has it bad for you, honey.”
I smiled at her. “I doubt it. We”re always at each other”s throats.”
“Isn”t that the best kind of foreplay though?” She winked at me, and I glanced back at Powertrain, wondering if that was what this feeling was when he was around.
I ignored it, trying to enjoy myself. My social anxiety always got the best of me and after an hour or so I always wanted to go hide.
I was debating whether or not to leave when I felt a tug on the skirt, and I whirled around, ready to poke whoever”s eyes out. Behind me stood an extremely stoic Powertrain. His eyes trained on the room, daring anyone to come near me. Where I moved, he moved, adjusting my skirt every chance he could. At one point I reached up for something and he instantly pressed himself against me.
“Don”t move like that, “he whispered.
“You know, I”m starting to think you”re just using this as an excuse to touch me.
I turned to look at him, but he simply narrowed his eyes on me. The look was hot and slightly menacing, making me completely powerless to him. No man had ever had this type of control over me. I didn”t like it, which was bad news for him, because I was only going to make his life a living hell. Which I would enjoy every chance I could.
As soon as one of the members offered me a drink, I happily skipped over, knowing damn well that would drive Powertrain insane. I felt his eyes on me the entire time. The heat from his gaze left hot traces that ran up my thighs and I couldn”t help but crave the feeling.Powertrain was not the type of man I wanted. He was intolerable, controlling, a true madman, yet I craved that heat he gave off.
My raven seemed to agree with me, we both like the attention. I could feel the animal as its feathers ruffled every time, he was near. Raven shifters were usually solitary, we didn’t really have a flock, and falling for a mate was a feat all in itself. The fact that my raven liked this man, that it trusted him, said a lot about him.
I turned to look at him, rolling my eyes as his gaze aimed to shoot a thousand daggers at me. Raising a brow, I purposely bent as far over as I could, allowing him to shoot a thousand more, right at my ass.
I barely had a chance to look over my shoulder when he suddenly grabbed me and whirled me around to face him.
“Lee, let me go.” I whispered. I hated being touched yet he loved to manhandle me. By now I would have been screaming bloody murder, but I liked him nearby. The feeling took me by surprise.
“We”re leaving. Now.”
“But I’m having fun,” I stated, setting down my glass as he dragged me out of the clubhouse and toward the back lot.
“Where are we going?” He tugged at my hand which was firmly locked in his.
“We’re going back to the room, we’re done here.”
“But I didn’t eat. And they invited us for dinner…”
I could sense he was angry, and for the remaining ten minutes I followed him quietly until we got to the stairwell of the motel.
“Can you please let me go,” I asked him nicely, but he only gripped me tighter.
“Lee, you”re hurting me. Let me go,” I tried pulling my hand away, but he yanked at me harder.
“Lee!”
He opened the door and swung me inside. “What the hell is your problem!” I yelled, stumbling against the bed. I turned to him, feeling the anger rise in me.
“You! You’re my fucking problem!” He roared as he slammed the door shut.
I flinched as he stalked me across the room until I was trapped between the wall and his hard body. “All you have to do is let me go and I’ll be one less problem for you.”
I tried to brush past him, but he slammed his arms on either side of me, keeping me pinned to that corner of the room.
“Ever since we met you’ve made my life miserable.”
“And you haven’t?” I responded, my words defensive. “Remember, I didn’t ask for this.”
“You think your brother’s going to stop? I let you go and there will be another prospect or enforcer on your tail. Hell, Jameson will give out orders for this entire MC to keep a look out for a new bounty.”
I rolled my eyes, and he gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “And believe me, my pretty little lunatic, most of these members won’t be as tolerant as I’ve been with you.”
I swiped at his hand, feeling tired and defeated. “I’m not a child. I don’t need protection and I definitely don’t need you. Now get out of my way.”
He didn’t budge and I shoved at him. “I said get out of my way.”
“Not. Yet,” he stated as he gripped my hand and yanked me toward the bed. Sitting down he pulled at my arm, and I fell forward over his lap. He gripped my hair, tugging it back until his mouth was at my ear.
“You don”t get to disrespect me and not pay the price, Princess.”
“You touch me, you die,” I uttered through gritted teeth.
He chuckled. “We”ll just see about that.”
His hand came down on me in one hard, powerful hit. The blow took the air out of me as I rocked forward on his lap. His punishment was severe, and my thighs shook as he spanked at them. It didn’t help that the skirt I was wearing was too short for my own good, and the sting on my bare skin felt hot and soothing all at the same time.
“Don”t you ever disrespect me like that again,” the next spanking came in three blows, all hard and rhythmic.
I gritted my teeth. “Didn”t your brothers ever teach you that you don’t hit a woman!”
I yelped the last word as the palm of his hand came down on me. I whimpered and cursed at him, hating my reaction.
My head fell forward and suddenly his palm was on my thigh. It was hot, and his fingertips calloused. It felt good running along the soft flesh. I didn”t move. I didn’t even breathe as he touched me. I could literally feel his eyes roaming over my body and the feeling made my core tighten. I was fucking lying over the lap of a Bastard, a man almost fifteen years my senior, and he was running his hands up my bare thighs. My skirt had ridden so far up my ass he was probably getting a full view at my cherry red panties.
I felt my body grow hot, and I felt that familiar shiver along my spine. That was the sign of the raven. It was ruffling, liking his touch. This was going to be bad.
His thumb stroked my leg, sliding up my inner thigh, and I moaned, rocking back into his touch.
“I”m not allowed Whisper.”
I shoved my hair aside and looked back over my shoulder at him.
“I think you”ve already crossed the line and we’ve gone way over it,” I panted, shifting my hips so my ass was on display for him.
His eyes stayed on me as he swatted at it, the contact of flesh on flesh echoing around the small hotel space.
I whimpered, the animal inside me didn’t give a shit about my feelings. It didn’t care that this was wrong. It didn’t matter that I had vowed to hate this man. There was something about Powertrain that made us ache all over. Ache to be loved. Ache to be touched...to be kissed. I wanted his rough hands on me, his calloused fingers inside of me. I wanted every inch of Lee Berwick to devour me.
I slowly slid off his lap, following to my knees before him. He simply gazed down at me, watching me silently. I ran my hands up his thighs and I noticed his hands turn into fists as he buried them in the mattress at his sides.
“I”m not touching you,” he stated.
I gripped his knees, sliding myself up off the floor and onto his lap once again, this time straddling it. I moaned as my core slid against his hard length.
“Whisper,” he said my name so quietly and I couldn’t help but lean into him.
My lips grazed his and I felt myself ignite. My tongue licked at him, swiping against his mouth which was partly opened.
“Whisper,” he warned but I was too far gone to listen.
I slid my tongue into his mouth and tasted the tip of his-he tasted sweet, as if he had been sucking on a candy all night. His tongue found mine, gliding over it as he pressed his mouth to mine in a heated open kiss that only he controlled.
His hand wrapped around my neck as I moved on his lap, squirming over his hard length.
”I can”t touch you,” he grunted as I reached down, sliding my hand over the front of his groin. He was larger than I expected, and so hard.
”You don”t have to,” I whispered against his mouth. A mouth that never stopped kissing me.
I wrapped myself around him, grinding down on him and gasping as his hardness poked up at me.
“Whisper, you have to stop.” He placed his hands on my hips, but he didn’t attempt to do much more. I moved them to my own private rhythm, needy and desperate for more.
“Are you sure you don”t want to? Any other Bastard would have taken me and claimed me already. Maybe I”ll just go ask one.”
I jumped off his lap and turned toward the door, but he grabbed my hand and sat me down, between his legs. I was facing outward this time, my back pressed against his chest.
“Lee!” I shouted, surprised by how easily he maneuvered me.
The raven shook again, ruffling its feathers and I felt that energy ripple along my spine. I arched back and he grunted as I ground down on him.
“No one touches you but me.” He grunted in my ear as he tugged my legs apart, forcing me to straddle his thighs.
We faced the hotel mirror, and I couldn”t take my eyes away as he yanked my skirt up over my hips, exposing the red cherry panties.
“Why the fuck would you wear these around me?”
“They weren’t meant for you.”
He spanked my thigh and the sting spread to my core. “Then who the fuck are they meant for?”
“None of your business.”
He grabbed the elastic and tugged, ripping at the panties in anger, or maybe jealousy. His reaction made my body respond and I gripped his thighs and ground my ass down on his cock.
“Look at yourself.” He ordered, but I avoided the mirror. He suddenly gripped my hair, tugging my head back, forcing me to look at us in the mirror.
“Watch,” he instructed, and I couldn”t take my eyes off the palm of his hand as he gripped my right knee, yanking it farther apart, putting my pussy on display.
His calloused fingers ran over the length of my swollen core. “You shave it?”
I whimpered, biting down on my lip. “Y-yes.”
“For whom?”
“I…” I yelped as his hand made contact with my core and I began to wiggle on his lap. Unsure of what to say.
“I asked you a question, Whisper?”
“N-no one. I do it for me.”
“Good girl,” he whispered against my neck, our eyes focused between my legs as his middle finger found my tight clit.
I jerked in his arms and his deep chuckle reverberated through my body. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder as his rough finger began to move over that sensitive spot between my legs. After a moment, he stopped, gently swatting at my pussy.
I whimpered, shooting a glare at him through our reflection. “I told you I wanted you to watch.”
His fingers slowly ran over my clit once again and I gave out a needy a whimper, biting down on my lip as I watched his thick fingers teasing me.
“You started this, my pretty little lunatic. Now we’ve got to finish it.”
He bit down on my neck as his finger slid inside of me. I gripped his thighs and arched against him, my legs falling apart and giving myself over to him.
“That’s my good girl,” he growled in my ear.
I could feel his hard length beneath my ass, but he didn’t move. He simply stared at me through the reflection in the mirror. His other hand came up to pull down on the strap of the dress. My breast spilled out onto his hand, and I moaned as he pinched the tip of it, my pussy making obscene wet sounds as he fingered me.
“Lee,” I whispered, breathlessly as he fucked me.
“This is your fault, Whisper. If I go to hell, it’s your fault,” He ran his finger over my clit in a wild feverish movement that had me whining and pushing against his body. He wrapped his arm around me, inserting his fingers into my depths once again.
“Cum for me, my dirty little lunatic.”
“St-stop calling me that,” I purred as he smacked my pussy and continued to rub my clit in that perfect incessant circle.
“Lee!” I cried out as he forced me to shatter.
My hips moved against him, but all I made out was a guttural grunt as he nicked at my shoulder. He never stopped rubbing my core as I rode that wave of pleasure he’d built. He slid me off his lap and onto the bed, lying beside me, his hand still lightly teasing me between my legs.
I slid my hands over his chest and up his neck, my fingers reaching his beard and I tugged on it, bringing him in for another kiss.
“You say a word of this to anyone, and I’ll make sure they never find you.” He teasingly muttered the phrase against my lips, and I moaned eagerly as he took my mouth in a fevered kiss. I don’t know for how long I lay beneath him, nor for how long we kissed. All I knew was that I felt like I could kiss him forever.
Eventually, I turned to my side, and he curled himself around me. We didn’t say a word to one another. I was unable to even phrase how I felt in that moment, and I didn’t want to ruin it. I lay there, wrapped in his arms and I felt warm and safe for the first time since my dad left. I didn’t have to keep my guard up or be afraid that something would sneak into my home, and I’d be caught off guard. My lids slowly grew heavy, and I simply just fell asleep. A deep, peaceful sleep that I never knew I needed.