Page 125 of Dirty Salvation

She turned her face into his chestreallywanting to escape.

"Hey." he used a finger to tip up her chin. Meeting his gaze, she was punched with feelings, "you were fuckin' beautiful, Icy." He spoke for her ears only, and kissed her once, twice, and then deeper, she fell into it by opening her lips, stroking his tongue until ----

"Yo, Prez, if we're getting a show at least wait until I make my bacon and can get comfortable, I mean she got some pipes on her, we all just heard, so we gotta have snacks for this."

Rider laughed but told Preacher to shut his damn mouth. Zara used the moment to escape back to her room. Red as a cherry.

He called her beautiful. Feminists would mutiny, but she thought it was the nicest thing she'd ever heard.

Their lives might run in opposing directions, but with sex, they were on the same page, the same sentence every time.

It's the deepest of heavens

She smiled for the rest of the day.

Zara daydreamed about her morning most of the day, knowing she was getting herself in deep with the president. That wasn't what bothered her so much. But most of all she cursed how intenselyawareof him she was. Wherever he is, she could feel it radiating through her skin, down to the bone, almost as if her body recognized who had touched her so intimately.

Throughout the day, working and eating lunch, she shared glances with Rider while he went about his own duties, her body thrummed each time.

She lied skilfully to herself it was the danger of the situation, some modern-day Stockholm syndrome going on. The mindfuck of him coming back into her life from out of nowhere, being her dark knight when all hope was lost. She's grateful.

But it's more than that. She knew it. Felt it. Acknowledged it.

Not only was theSoulspresident cocky as a man could be, he acted like a predator around her like he'd pissed a circle to ward off other animals for even daring to look at his property —of course, she'd be aware of him. The prey is always acutely aware of the predator in the wild.

Did it make Rideranydifferent than Hades had been?No brainer.Polar opposite. She wanted Rider with a hunger she couldn’t quite put into words. Her hormones wanted him.

Her heart wanted him.

She was intensely attracted to Rider, more than she'd ever been, that’s what made it distinct between them. He didn't hurt her, that was different. He didn't bully her, or force her.

He cajoled with straight shooting talk and a sexy wink in her direction; He wanted her and wasn't afraid to tell her plainly in words she would understand.I wanna fuck you until you pass out, Icy, with my cock buried so deep and hard that when you wake you start ridin’ me even before you’re fully awake because you’re so desperate for it, so greedy for my cock you keep me goin’ even when you drain me raw. My girl is a savage for my cock, then I’ll hold you all night while you recover from the pleasure.Now that was as straight talking as it came.

Nothing about Rider said he was in any way like Hades had been. Added in he persuaded her with kindness and lust, so must lust she lost her mind a little every time he eye-fucked through her clothes, a hot caress of blue and badness.

As days had gone by he, little by little, in the subtle and not so subtle president ways continued to show her not all predators wanted to gulp you down, to overpower with their strength. Some predators simply wanted to fuck your brains out and own you as you stood right by their side.

Daaaamn. Every time she let it digest it stole her breath.

It brought comfort to her hectic brain.

If she was delusional she'd think he was sweet.

But there was nothing sweet about that bad man.

Maybe his tongue when it's inside me. She amended.

“Something’s got you smiling Z-girl. It suits you. ” Preacher announced out of nowhere. The man was huge as a tree trunk but could appear as if he’d misted from thin air.

A biker by day, phantom by night.

She flinched mechanically, noticed he caught it and frowned moving back a step, then she smiled shy and apologetically up at him when her nervous system returned to normal, meeting the dark twinkle in his knowing eyes. They’d all started calling her Z-girl a few days back. She’d asked Rider what it was about, he’d just smiled and told her his boys had accepted her if she had a nickname.It was a biker thing.

She was accepted by all those rough men, not because they wanted to use her body for carnal kicks or a punching bag, but because she was Rider’s. Or even that they might just like her for herself. It warmed her. She was Z-girl of the Renegade Souls now.

“Just coming to some decisions,” she answered and left it vague. He grunted and walked off. In fact, she had come to a real honest to god decision, her first one in weeks, months, years and damn, and she was feeling excited to share it. Life began here.

She was scared knowing she’d have to step out from under Rider’s wing. But it was time. She caught up with him an hour later and told him her plans.