Page 1 of Stripping Keys (Devil’s Riot MC Tennessee #6)

KEYS

The last thing I want to be doing right now is sitting at my desk, going over this program yet again. There’s nothing wrong with it, but I’m always looking for any bugs. I don’t need anything to happen to my program and end up leaving the club screwed.

I think mostly I’m in here dealing with it because of a certain woman who showed up at the clubhouse.

A woman I’d never actually seen before or spoken to more than a few times over the years.

Meeting her in person was the last thing I ever expected.

Finding out who she was related to put a kink in all my thoughts where she’s concerned.

There’s no way I could go there, not without causing issues with my brothers. The club is the only family I’ve got in my life. I couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize losing them.

It’s why I’ve all but kept to myself since she showed up here.

A knock at my door pulls me out of my thoughts, and I sigh before calling out for whoever it is to come in. It’s probably Griz or Shiner coming to check in on what I’m doing.

Glancing over at the door, I nearly jump out of my seat at who steps into the room. Fuck me. I should have gotten up to see who it was rather than calling out.

“What are you doing?” I ask, staring up at the woman coming toward me, cocking a brow. “You know how much shit we can get into for you being in here?” I doubt she cares in the least if anyone caught her in here.

Then again, I know her better than most. Probably more so than those closest to her.

“It’s okay, Kyan ‘Keys’ Asham,” she murmurs, walking in my direction. “No one is going to say anything about me being in here.

Easy for her to say.

Turning away from my computer, I sit back in my chair and watch her make her way toward me. Seeing the lust filling her eyes. There’s definitely something mischievous playing in those bright green orbs of hers.

“I thought we could have a bit of fun together,” she all but purrs, coming closer.

“Don’t think that would be a good idea,” I mutter, not moving my seat and watching her closely.

“Why not?” She smiles, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. “I think it’s a great idea.”

“We get caught, and we’ll both be in trouble,” I point out, knowing good and well what will happen if anyone finds out. But as I tell her this, my eyes are glued to her body, watching as she strips her shirt off and throws it to the floor.

“Don’t you want me, Kyan?” she asks, her bottom lip poking out in a pout, her fingers trailing over her stomach up to stroke along her breasts. “I want you. Can’t we just have what it seems to me that we both want?”

Coming to me, she straddles my lap, my hands going to her hips. Inhaling her scent is nearly more than I can handle. I know in my gut this woman will be my undoing if I let her.

“I want you, Keys. I want all of you.” Leaning in, she presses her tits to my chest, her nose nuzzling my cheek. Her breath a whisper on my skin. “I dare you to be wild with me. Even if it’s for one night.”

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” She didn’t know. She didn’t know the beast that lies beneath the surface. The one who would be more than willing to give her exactly what she wants and end up destroying a part of them both.

For as long as I’ve known this woman, she’s never known the real me.

I probably haven’t even known all of her.

Regardless of all that there is to both of us, she’s been the woman who’s haunted my nights for years.

Her voice has been all I’ve known, and seeing her now, touching her, knowing what could happen. We’re both fucked if it gets out.

Still, I want her. There’s no fighting her, not when she’s touching me as she is.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for. It’s a matter of what are you going to do to take care of us both?” she asks and kisses the edge of my lip. “Won’t you give in to the desire with me?”

Hands going to her ass, I hold her to me, get to my feet, her legs going immediately around my waist. I take her the few short steps to my bed, lay her down, and grind myself against her.

“We do this, Marla, and you’re mine. No more hiding who you really are.

You strip away the bitch and give me the woman I know you to be.

”It’s a warning to her as well as to myself.

I won’t let her keep hiding who she is just as I won’t let her keep playing the games that she’s been playing with her family with me.

Marla narrows her gaze and glares up at me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Baby, you’re forgetting I’ve known you for years.

I know you’re putting on an act with everyone around you.

All to hide that soft spot you’re protecting.

” The reasons for that are still unclear, but in our line of work, it never came into question.

In the times we talked, she’d give glimpses into the softness she carries inside her, though that’s only been in emails, texts, and calls.

Grinning down at her, I grind myself into her again, feeling the heat of her pussy like fire, even through my jeans. “You want me, but to get what you want, you’re gonna give me what I want as well.”

“That’s not happening.” Marla shoves against my chest. “Let me go.”

“So, now that you have to give something in return, you don’t want me to fuck you, is that it?” I cock a brow and stare down at her, wanting to rip her clothes the rest of the way off and dive deep into her.

“You’re being an asshole.”

“Of course, you think that, Marla. Because I’m not giving you what you want without you giving me what I want as well.

” I’m dying here. I could easily give her what she wants, what I want, but there’s too much at stake here.

She wants it, she’s gonna give me something as well.

“You want this,” I grind myself into her, lean in and press my lips to hers before finishing, “give me what I want, and I’ll fuck you all you desire.

I’ll make you mine and not let go. All you gotta do is strip away the bitch. She ain’t you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marla protests and shoves against me. Giving her this, I roll off and fall to my back, watching her as she jumps off the bed.

“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” I state, eyes locked on her as she jerks her shirt off the floor and glares at me. I don’t move from my position on my bed. Let her get a good look at what she wants. “You want it, you know where to find me, but you also know the only way to get it.”

“Whatever, Kyan.” Marla huffs and stomps toward the door. She glances back one last time, and for a brief second, I catch a glimpse of the woman inside her. “You don’t know anything you think you know about me.”

“I know more than you think I do.” Sitting up, I brace my elbows on my knees, not taking my eyes off her. “When you finally want to give in, you know where to find me.”

I barely get the words out before she opens and closes the door behind her.

She’s the most forbidden thing I could ever want, and yet I can’t have her. Not completely. But if I have her even in secret, it won’t be the bitch side of her that I take. It’ll be the woman I know lurks beneath.