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Layla had a way of surprising Silver unlike he’d ever dreamed. He thought with his array of gadgets that she’d would go for something that gave her pleasure like the dildo. Instead, she picked something for him to spank her with. Layla liked kink and he’d be damn sure to give it to her another night.

Doing what he said, she lay back against the mattress with her legs down, staring up at him. He had thought about binding her, but the thrill was in the unexpected. He wanted her the first time, free to push him away. Free to do whatever the hell she wanted to do. He tossed the leather slapper to the mattress and knelt on the floor. He scooted her ass to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs apart. She was wet. The musky scent of her sex turned him on unlike anything else. He leaned forward and tasted her.

Unadulterated Heaven was between a woman’s thighs. He lapped at her slit, sliding his tongue up, then down before seeking out her clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. She fisted his hair clutching him to her, holding him exactly where she wanted him. She was needy and he wanted to give her that pleasure. Her legs fell open as he cupped her ass and drew her to him, gaining a better angle to tongue-fuck her. He needed this. He needed her to feel pleasure from him. To know that he could give her pleasure despite the circumstances.

“Ah, Silver?”

Someone busted through the door and stopped.

Silver ignored them even though Layla tried to pull away. He held her thighs to the bed and lifted his head. One of the club members, Jack “Joker”

Wiley, stared at him, his attention zeroing in on Layla’s open pussy.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Uh, we’ve got company. Matthias and his crew want to talk to you.”

Joker rubbed a hand over his face. “I can hold them off for a few more minutes if you want to, uh, finish.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Silver lowered his head, taking Layla’s clit into his mouth.

Layla covered her breasts and a soft cry left her lips as she arched off the mattress.

Silver didn’t care if Joker stayed to watch.

He pumped two fingers inside her while he licked and sucked her clit.

She arched into him, reaching down to pull his head to her, to keep his mouth on her until she got what she wanted.

Needed.

Much like he’d done earlier, he let her return the favor and fuck his face.

He switched his fingers to her clit and thrust his tongue inside her, loving the taste of her sweet cream coating his tongue.

“Oh, God.”

She closed her eyes with a long moan, her fingers painfully clawing his scalp.

Oh, God was right. He continued to lick and suck until she came down from her orgasmic high. When he finally pulled back, he stared at her from between her legs.

“I need to go talk with these men. Don’t leave this room.”

She threw an arm over her eyes. “Can I get dressed?”

“If you want. I don’t know how long this is going to take so there’s no reason to keep you cold and lonely.”

He kissed the inside of her thigh before standing. “But we’re fucking when I get back.”

Hardcore, animalistic fucking that lasted all night long. He adjusted himself wondering how the hell he could even remotely conduct club business with a hard-on in his pants.

“That guy…”

Layla sat up.

“Is Joker.”

He rubbed a hand over his mouth still tasting her on his lips. Her scent lingered on his fingers and made his dick painfully aware that he wouldn’t get to have her for a while. “He’s the club secretary.”

She stood and went to her bag for an oversize shirt. “He saw us fucking.”

Silver watched as she hid her body from him with the shirt. “He saw me going down on you.”

“There isn’t really a difference.”

“Oh, yes, sweetheart. There is.”

Silver moved to the door. “Behave yourself while I’m gone and don’t leave this room.”

He left her, closing the door behind him.

When he entered the main area of the clubhouse, he met Joker’s stare.

He knew who she was and he knew what it meant.

Instead of dealing with it now, he’d save that bullshit for later. Right now, he had another club to deal with and he was pretty damn sure they were only going to piss him off.

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Layla sat on the bed with her bills in front of her.

Not even a small part of her wanted to go mingle with the rest of the people in the clubhouse.

Not that they would really give her the time of day if she did.

Both her father and Silver told them to stay away from her so her chances of making friends were slim.

Instead, she decided to go over the bills she needed to pay.

After dividing up the money, she discovered she didn’t have enough from the wad of cash he’d given her.

She had two doctor’s bills that would probably take nearly half a years’ worth of income to pay off and her planner informed her that another treatment was due in the next couple of weeks.

Thankfully, they’d caught the cancer early.

Nothing had spread.

After each treatment, Chrissy’s numbers looked better and better.

But her little sister was weak.

Sick.

She had to take off two days with the second treatment because Chrissy couldn’t stop throwing up.

Layla rubbed her forehead.

Miranda would take care of her this time, but the idea of not being able to take care of someone that meant so much to her hurt.

She couldn’t afford to miss work and she couldn’t live off Silver’s money forever.

She closed her notebook and lay back on top of the mattress.

The thought of Silver’s mouth on her made her pussy tingle.

She was willing to give in to him, but she didn’t expect him to give anything to her.

He caught her completely off guard when he spread her legs and licked her slit.

She thought he’d be the type to take what he wanted and leave her to fend for herself.

She’d been wrong.

She glanced over at the leather slapper and grabbed it from the bed beside her.

He didn’t use it on her.

He made her pick a gadget, but he didn’t use what she chose.

Pleasure and no pain, this time.

She didn’t understand it but didn’t want to ask questions either.

Sitting up she took the slapper and smacked her thigh, testing it out.

Pain shot through her lightning fast and brought her to tears.

Oh, hell.

She forced herself to take a deep breath as a red welt formed on the top of her thigh.

The sting was almost unbearable.

She tossed the slapper to the floor and brushed the welt.

What the hell was she thinking choosing that for herself? The door opened and she carefully rolled to her back to see Silver enter, ignoring her as he locked the door and kicked off his boots.

“Are you awake?”

She sucked in a breath. “Yes.”

She lifted her hands and saw the welt had drawn a small amount of blood. “Oh, no.”

He turned. “What’s wrong with you?”

She sat up. “I tested that thingy out on my thigh. It fucking hurts.”

He glanced toward the slapper and then to her hands. Dropping his head back with a sigh, he walked toward her. “Let me see.”

He lifted her hands without waiting. His eyes widened slightly. “Don’t ever do that again. What the hell were you thinking? Did you use your entire strength?”

“I wanted to make sure I could take it. You’re stronger than me. It’d hurt worse if you did it.”

Layla swallowed hard. She didn’t want to think about that.

He smoothed his finger over the hot welt. “I’m not going to beat the shit out of you so stop fretting. Your father will have my ass killed if I even tried to harm you in any way.”

“How will he know? You could do anything to me right now and nobody would ever know.”

Silver glanced up at her. “There are five guys out there that sit at the table with me. All of them are loyal to the club and loyal to the president. None of them would hesitate to tell him anything. You’re safe here, Layla. I’m not going to hurt you and I’m especially not going to allow you to hurt yourself.”

Relief flooded through her. All the scary shit she’d heard didn’t apply to them. The beatings. The rapes. If he thought her father would come after him for harming her, then she really had to trust that he wouldn’t harm her. That his loyalty to her father was stronger than his wild side.

“What’s that?”

He pointed to her notebook.

“My bills. The money covers most of them. I still have a few doctors’ bills I need to take care of.”

He slipped his cut from his shoulders and sat it on the only chair in the room. His shirt came off next. Rock hard abs came into view and Layla couldn’t help smiling. She’d seen him swimming one time when she’d been fifteen. He had a body that made her mouth water.

“So you need more money?”

“Yes.”

She stood and carried her notebook back to her bag. She’d stop by the bank tomorrow and make a deposit. Then she’d pay all the bills she owed and get creditors off her back.

“I’ll get it to you sometime tomorrow.”

She turned and watched as he lowered his jeans. He didn’t wear underwear and his hard cock was in plain view, looking just as delicious as she remembered it. He looked pissed. Agitated. She glanced down at her stinging thigh and wondered if it was because of her. She wasn’t good at dealing with men. Most wanted to touch her, cuss her, or flat out ignore her. There wasn’t much in between.

“We’re fucking. Get that shirt off.”

He grabbed the regular metal cuffs she’d seen earlier and waited for her to get on the bed. She watched him for a second, taking in the cuffs. She’d been arrested before. Times had gotten so desperate that one of her kid sisters stole food from the supermarket. She didn’t have any way to pay for it and the management pressed charges. She spent the night in jail while her aunt took the kids in. Needless to say, she didn’t like being confined that way.

“Come on.”

He hurried her. “I don’t have all night.”

She swallowed hard, staring at the cuffs. She could do this. Lifting the hem of her shirt, she slipped it off her body and sat it at the foot of the bed. Staring at him, she recalled his instruction to her and knelt down on the floor, head lowered, waiting. She made a move to kneel and he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Get on the bed. Arms over your head.”

She did what he said. His big body moved over hers as he snapped the cuffs in place. He brushed his fingers along her arm and over her breast to her stomach. Layla swallowed hard.

“I should punish you for slapping your thigh.”

His touch was soft. Gentle. He stared at the spot he spoke about. “I think the slap, though, was punishment enough.”

He smoothed his fingers over the hurt area before leaning down to press his lips against it. She relaxed as he kissed her thigh, working toward the inside. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy sat on the bed, kissing her inner thigh while he was naked and hard. The tenderness was almost too much to bear.

She moved her thigh away from his mouth. “Would you just fuck me already?”

He lifted his head and arched an eyebrow at her. He didn’t like attitude and she had given him plenty. Layla glanced at the cuffs over her head. It probably wasn’t a wise thing to do considering her state of restraint. She swallowed hard, meeting his eyes. She could only imagine what he’d planned to do next.