Page 29 of Sinful Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #9)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Daisy

I recognize the murderous glint in his eye. I’m okay with that. I want to see him hurt my uncle. I want to watch him burn his entire sick gallery to the ground.

But I also don’t want that. I would do anything to protect Brody. I’d never risk him going to jail for me.

His big hand rubs circles over my chest as he thinks about how to answer my question of how can I be certain I’m not evil.

“I mean, you saw what I did to that girl.” I bite my bottom lip as a little thrill runs up my spine at the memory.

“You were protecting something. That’s different. Have you ever wanted to hurt someone who wasn’t a threat to your well-being?”

“Well, no, of course not.” Okay, I get his point. “But I hurt her, and she hadn’t physically done anything to me.”

He chuckles, that sexy smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. “Oh, but she was hurting you. She was sticking a knife right in the center of this thing.” He taps a finger over my heart.

The thought of her placing her hands on his chest has tears springing to my eyes. It’s true. It killed me to see him with someone else.

“You’re not evil. You just feel deeply, and sometimes that calls you to look away from the light.

You might get stuck in the dark caverns for a bit, but you don’t stay there.

It’s what I love about you. You continue to look for beauty despite the darkness.

It keeps the light inside you shining, and you’re able to pull yourself out. ”

“I don’t want to be like them.” I begin to cry, letting it all out.

“You’re not. I promise you, you’re not.”

I cry louder.

“Sit up,” he orders calmly.

He leans back and reaches in his pocket, pulling out his knife. When he flips it open and hands it to me, the room begins to spin. He doesn’t know what he’s risking. He doesn’t know who my family really is.

Gently, he wraps my fingers around the handle, forcing me to take it from him. He sets his forearm across my lap and looks me in the eye. “Cut me.”

I jerk my hand away from him. “No.”

“It’s an order.” He leans over and kisses me. I open my mouth to him, easily seduced by the sway of his tongue. He holds my gaze hostage as he pulls away. “Do it, Daisy. I want you to cut me.”

We talked about him never cutting me, but we never discussed the reverse of that. I want to tear my eyes away from him, but I can’t.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks, tipping his head slightly in challenge.

My heart is thundering in my ears. I want to do as he asks. I want to do what pleases him. But not at the expense of my own heart.

“Apple,” I say quietly.

He leans in close enough that the tips of our noses brush against each other. “That’s a very, very good girl,” his deep voice praises, and it tiptoes right up my spine.

“Now that we are sure you’re not evil, I’m going to spank that ass for you even considering it.”

Another shiver ripples over me, and his daunting smile warns me I’m about to experience something new.

He kicks the coffee table back with his foot and then gently positions me across his lap. When he pushes my nightshirt over my butt and finds it’s the only thing I have on, he groans, palming me roughly in his big hand.

“Fuck, your ass is like a handful of heaven.”

As soon as he releases it, his hand returns in a hard but firm smack. I grunt, bumping forward on his legs.

“Tell me you’re a good girl.”

When I press my lips together, his palm connects again.

Fuck, that hurts so good.

“Say it.”

Fuck no, I’m not saying it. Not yet anyway.

Two quick strikes and I drop my head, squeezing my legs together.

“Do you need a little friction down there?”

His hand dips between my legs, and I cry out. “Fucckkkk.”

It’s quickly pulled away, and the room echoes each time his hand disciplines me.

“I’m your good girl!” I scream out when I hit my limit.

But I’m quickly reminded that he is the one who sets the limits.

Just as I’m considering using my safe word, he stops.

He tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom, dropping me softly onto the mattress. He reaches under the bed and pulls out a long bar with cuffs. “You’re going to spread your legs nice and wide for me, aren’t you, baby?”

I nod, so excited I think my heart might literally explode.

As he locks me into the spreader, he watches my every twitch. “Deep breaths,” he reminds me, giving me a sexy smile that breaks character and reminds me I’m safe with him.

His big hand slides over me, and his smile widens even more. “Nice and wet for me, but it’s about to get even wetter.”

He hops from the bed, leaving me wondering what he is talking about. When he returns, he has a towel in his hands. He slides it right under my ass, despite my embarrassing little protests.

He leisurely takes his time with me, touching, petting, licking.

He’s two fingers deep when I notice there is a shift in his movements.

He curls them inside of me as he settles on his knees beside me, and then he places a hand just above my pubic bone.

And then he fucks me with his hand in a way I don’t quite understand.

It hurts, but yet it doesn’t. It’s such a weird sensation and … holy fuck.

“Brody … Brody … you’ve got to stop.”

Oh god. I try to shift away, but the bar between my legs leaves me very little movement. I lock eyes with him and plead with him to spare me this embarrassment.

“Let it happen,” he says confidently, not slowing down the firm and repetitive motion he’s set.

Tears spring to my eyes, and oh my god, it’s going to happen. I close my eyes … and … it happens.

“There we go,” he praises, basking in the crude wet sounds that seem to excite him. “I knew you’d be good at this.”

I peek my eyes open slightly to see him grinning from ear to ear. He holds my gaze and begins again.

“Oh, Brody, no.” I literally feel my eyes roll back in my head as it happens again.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans, dipping his head. He flattens his tongue over my clit and begins to finger fuck me again.

“Shittttt …”

The vibrations from his deep groan send me right over again. I lose count of the number of times he drains me of my very essence.

As he’s cleaning me, I sit up on my elbows, blinking my eyes sleepily. “What about you?”

He pushes me back. “Don’t worry about me. I came in my pants. Twice.”

His honesty makes me giggle, which earns my already stinging behind another little love tap.

“Ow,” I whine, rubbing my butt, but the smile on my face tells a different story.