Page 3 of Spider (Hades Abyss MC #1)

“I’m an old man, Luciana. I’m sixty-one years old.

Forty years your senior. I have a grown-ass son who’s older than you, and a grandkid.

And I got snipped so I can’t have more kids.

I don’t even fuck more than once every few months.

One pussy is as good as another, right? So why let some bitch think she has control over me just for the sake of sex?

I’m not a nice guy. I’ve done bad shit, used women without a single thought for their feelings.

I’m not the kind of man you want in your bed.

I’m hard. I like control. And I take what I fucking want. ”

She licked her lips and blinked up at me.

“Do you understand? Just because I won’t torture you or rape you like your father’s men, it doesn’t make me a good guy. I’m still an asshole, and I’m going straight to hell when I die. I’m not the man you need.”

“Maybe you’re exactly the man I need,” she said softly. There was a bit of hope blazing in her eyes. “If the President of the Hades Abyss claims me, then my father can’t take me away. Not without starting a war.”

“Is that what you want? My patch? My name inked on your skin to keep you safe?” I asked.

She nodded.

“You don’t have to spread your legs for that. Hell, I probably won’t live much longer anyway. I’m surprised a bullet hasn’t taken me out already. You want to be my old lady, fine. But it’s in name only. You don’t have to offer up your pussy in exchange.”

“If I’m yours, but you fuck someone else, your men will know. And they’ll laugh at me. They won’t respect me and will think you don’t want me.”

“Sweetheart, you can pretend all you want, but there’s no way you want an old guy between your legs. My balls are silver-haired and wrinkled. While I still have a head of hair, the muscles I used to have diminished over time.”

She didn’t look convinced, and I knew I was damning myself for what I was about to do, but she needed to see.

I needed to prove to her that she really didn’t want me.

I didn’t delude myself. The young whores who spread their legs for me at the clubhouse did it because they wanted to be with the President of the club, wanted bragging rights and maybe some security.

They weren’t the least bit turned on by my body.

If Luciana wanted security, I’d give it to her. But she didn’t have to fuck me for it.

I stepped away and pulled off my cut, laying in the kitchen table, then jerked my shirt over my head.

She stared and reached out, brushing her fingers across the silver hairs on my chest. I still had some muscle, but I wasn’t ripped like the younger guys, not like I’d been once upon a time.

Just the last three or four years, I’d noticed that it was a hell of a lot harder to maintain any sort of definition.

My six-pack wasn’t hard as granite anymore and had nearly vanished.

I was fit, but I wasn’t as bulky as the other guys.

She trailed her fingers down my arm, pausing to trace my tattoos.

When she reached for my belt, I didn’t stop her.

I’d let her look. No way she’d desire me, not a pretty young thing like her.

She worked my belt loose, and then unfastened my pants.

Luciana pushed them down my hips, then tugged my boxers down.

My dick was hard and upright, the head angry and red, but I wasn’t going to make a move on her.

She studied me, reaching out to cup my balls.

My eyes slammed shut as I tried to control myself.

Fuck but that felt good. She rolled them, squeezed a little, then wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her.

Age had taken me from over six feet to more like six feet even, but she was so damn tiny I was still about a foot taller than her.

“Do you know what I see?” she asked.

“An old, randy bastard who needs to keep his dick to himself?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.

“I see a man who has given much to his club, a man who has protected not only those who serve him but also his blood family. I see a man who didn’t take me when he could have, a man who tried to push me away and do the right thing.

I don’t care if you claim to have done bad things.

Spider, you’re an honorable man when it counts. ”

“You see all that, huh?” I asked with a bit of amusement, and a smidge of embarrassment. No one had ever said shit like that to me before.

“I see a man strong enough to stand up to others, a man who commands the respect of others. And this cock?” she asked, looking down as she stroked me. “It’s thick and long. Beautiful. This cock? It doesn’t scare me.”

I didn’t know what the fuck to say to that.

But if she kept stroking me, I was going to come all over her hand.

It had been too fucking long since I’d been with a woman.

When she dropped to her knees, my heart stalled and I reached for her, intent on stopping her, but my hand froze and my body locked from shock as her lips closed over the head of my dick.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.