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TICK TOCK

S leep wasn’t going to come tonight. After the last few nights of tossing and turning, I thought maybe the hum of my engine would burn the restlessness out of me. Maybe the road would quiet my mind, like it usually did. But it didn’t. Not this time. Not with her still present, still clawing at the back of my thoughts as if she had every right to be inside my head.

Amethyst.

That girl had stayed with me for the last week. I couldn't stop thinking of her, and fuck if I wanted to.

I rolled out of bed around two in the morning, didn’t bother with coffee, didn’t bother changing. Threw on my cut, strapped a blade to my boot, and climbed back on my bike. The engine roared to life and I let out a deep breath as I headed out to the one place I should have never been in, in the first place.

Velvet Chains.

The place was lit up in that same dark red glow, like blood behind satin. I parked out front, stepped inside, and instantly felt the change in the air. Sex. Power. Submission. It clung to the walls.

I searched the room for her as soon as I stepped inside. It took me a minute before I found her. She was dressed in black again, that thin little lace thing hugging her curves like a second skin. She was kneeling at some bastard’s feet, looking up at him like he was worth a damn.

My hands clenched into fists and I saw red. She was supposed to be mine. Even if she didn’t know it yet.

I took a step forward, murder in my chest, but a hand slid against my arm. I looked over to find that platinum blonde wildcat I'd met the last time, leaning in close, her voice smooth and sly.

“Careful now, Biker,” she purred. “Take it easy.”

I didn’t say a word, simply stared at the scene in front of me.

“She’s working,” she went on, stepping in front of me. “That’s what she’s here for. That’s her money maker. Let her play her part.”

My jaw ticked, and I stayed very still while she ran a sharp fingernail down my chest, right over my patch. “You want her?” she asked but I didn't respond. “You have to play the game. Look around you honey..." her hand swept the room. "You can be anything you want in here. That kitten deserves a Master. Call her over. She doesn't want to be chased. She wants to be told what to do.”

Then she winked at me and walked away, hips swinging. The kitten deserves a Master , her words kept replaying in my head as I looked back at Amethyst.

She was laughing at something the guy said, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. No, it flicked over to me as if she'd felt me watching. The longing in her gaze said she’d been waiting for me all along.

So I played the game.

I stepped to the edge of the room, took a seat in a leather chair like I owned the whole damn club, and let my fingers curl slowly as I crooked them toward her.

Come.

She saw it, hesitated for a moment, and then she rose, leaving the half-assed prick behind. Her steps were quiet, careful, but her eyes stayed on me. She crossed the floor and I knew the heat of my stare had to have scorched her skin. When she knelt in front of me, she rested her hands on my thighs and the room slowly fell away.

There was something hypnotic about the way she moved, the sway in her hips, a grace that pulled you in like smoke through your lungs. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was dangerously innocent and didn't even know it. The kind of girl that made you forget where and who you were.

Her lips hovered over mine, soft and close. “Did you want to play?”

I tapped the small bell at her throat. It jingled and she purred. “What kind of game did you have in mind, kitty cat?” I murmured, my voice low and dark, pulling her in.

Her eyes met mine and locked, wide and innocent like she didn’t quite know what to do with everything she was feeling, but she held my stare, breath catching softly in her throat.

I had to give her props because she didn’t look away. Hell, she didn’t even speak. She just gave the smallest, shyest smile that ghosted over her lips as she reached out, lightly grazing her fingers over the edge of my cut.

“You miss me?” I asked, voice low and rough.

Her cheeks flushed, and she gave the smallest nod. "Yes."

I let my knuckles graze her cheek, slow and deliberate, watching the way her eyes fluttered under my touch. "Then why’d you run?"

She gave the softest shrug, her gaze flicking down for a second. She was hiding something, and I could tell she wasn’t ready to share it. Eventually, she would, when I was done with her.

"Do I scare you?" I asked, voice low, leaning in just enough for her to feel the heat of it.

She nodded once, quietly. She was so fucking sweet, too sweet for me but I didn't care, I wanted that sweetness on my tongue.

My thumb traced the edge of her jaw. "You gonna run from me again?"

She swallowed, shook her head slowly. "I don’t want to."

That answer. Fuck. It did something to me.

I let my hand drop to the bell at her throat and gave it a light tap. "Your pussy purr for me, kitten?"

She blinked up at me, wide-eyed, cheeks glowing red. The innocence in her eyes clashed with the fire she kept trying to hide. She didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Her silence was answer enough.

"Take me somewhere private," I said, rougher this time, letting my hand trail down her arm before catching her wrist and pulling her gently to her feet. "Now."

She hesitated, just for a moment, then stood and turned, her movements graceful but unsure. Every step she took was a choice and it felt like she didn’t want to mess this up. I followed her past the bar, down a hallway pulsing with red light. She stopped at a black door marked Private , her fingers trembling just slightly as she pushed it open.

I stepped inside first, my body filling the room. I heard the soft click of the door closing behind her and turned toward her. The scent of leather and vanilla clung to the shadows, mixing with her scent which was soft and warm, like sugar and heat.

She turned, looked up at me through her lashes, and her breath stuttered in her throat. Then, she slowly sank to her knees.

Not practiced. Not trained. But in offering.

Her voice was soft, uncertain but hopeful. “Would you… could you call me kitten?”

I stared at her for a long beat. She wasn’t trying to control a damn thing. She was giving me the reins. And hell if I didn’t like that more than I should.

I stepped closer, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and tilted her face up.

“You want to be called a kitten?” I growled, fisting her hair tighter as I forced her to look up at me. “Then you better beg for it.”

Her lips parted to respond, but I crushed my mouth over hers, stealing every breath, every thought. My kiss was hard, punishing, the kind that said she was mine before either of us had a chance to question it.

She moaned into it, her soft body melting against mine, and fuck if that sound didn’t make my dick stretch.

My hand dug into the lace bodice and found soft flesh. My fingers teased over the ample tit and then I pinched her nipple until she gasped, arching into the palm of my hand.

“You want to be owned?” I breathed, voice thick with heat and command.

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

“Good,” I rasped. “Because you’re mine now. And I don’t do collars. I do bruises.”

She whimpered, the sweetest little sound that went straight to my cock.

I yanked her up, spun her, and shoved her back against the cold wall. One hand wrapped tight around her throat, the other slid down her curves, my fingers memorizing every inch of her by touch alone.

“I don’t care how many men you’ve let touch you, kitten,” I growled, leaning close, voice like gravel and lust. “Because tonight, I’ll be your last.”

She blinked up at me, cheeks flushed, lips trembling. Then she whispered, soft and shaking, “And… my first.”

My cock twitched so hard I grunted. Fuck. This woman… this sweet, innocent female wrapped in sin. She wasn’t just going to be mine tonight. I was planning on keeping her for a long time, and I was going to ruin her beautifully.

Her breath hitched. Her nipples were hard against my chest. She was trembling now, on the edge of falling apart.

“Tonight, I fuck you how I want.”

She’d come in with a script, but I was about to rip it up and make her beg for a new storyline.

Mine.

Her breath hitched, her nipples hard against my chest. “Yes, sir…”

I smirked, tightened my hand around her throat, and squeezed. It was just enough to feel the thrum of her heartbeat beneath my palm. Her eyes fluttered half shut. She liked it. Needed it. That edge of danger.

“Good girl,” I whispered darkly. “But I don’t want obedience. I want the fight.”

Her lips parted, a breathy moan escaping as I slammed her back against the wall, one arm locking her wrists above her head while my free hand shoved between her thighs. No panties. Just wet heat and a hungry little pussy already dripping juices down the inside of her thigh.

“Fuck, you are a filthy kitten, aren’t you?” I murmured. “Already soaked and I’ve barely touched you.”

She whimpered, biting her lip. Trying to hold herself together.

I let go of her throat and dragged her across the room like a rag doll, tossing her down on a padded bench.Her ass hit leather, legs splayed open, begging me to break her.

There were toys mounted on the wall. Collars, cuffs, tails, gags. She reached for one of the leashes, hopeful, teasing.

I yanked it out of her hand.

“You don’t need this shit,” I growled, throwing it across the room. “You don’t get a leash. You don’t get a name. You get me . Raw, rough, and real.”

She looked up at me, pupils blown wide, and I saw it…that flicker of a challenge.

Perfect .

I unbuckled my belt slowly, letting it slide through the loops with a sharp hiss, and her breath caught. She already knew what was coming.

“You wanna be a pet?” I asked, wrapping the belt around my knuckles. “Then crawl. Let me see how desperate you really are.”

She hesitated for half a second, just enough to piss me off.

I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the bench, forcing her to her hands and knees. “Too slow,” I growled. “You want pain or pleasure, kitten? Because I’m feeling generous enough to give you both.”

She looked up at me, licking her lips. “Both… please.”

I chuckled darkly, stepped behind her, and cracked the belt across her ass. She gasped, jolted, but didn’t move away. Red welts bloomed on her soft skin, and my cock throbbed behind my zipper.

“Count.”

“...One,” she whimpered.

Another lash.

“Two.”

Again. Harder.

“Three, Sir.”

I dropped the belt after five. Enough to mark her. Enough to remind her who she fucking belonged to now.

I knelt behind her, dragged my tongue up the welted curve of her ass, then buried my face between her legs like a man starved. She cried out, clawing at the floor, back arching into me like she couldn’t get close enough. Her slick pussy coated my tongue, sweet and messy, just the way I liked.

“You taste like trouble,” I murmured against her inner thigh. “And I’m the Bastard who eats trouble for breakfast.”

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Not with her thick thighs shaking and her moans getting louder, not with my mouth on her.

I licked her like a fucking savage, long, slow strokes, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it between my lips. She gasped, writhed beneath me, her hips lifting off the bench like she didn’t know if she wanted to run or beg for more.

I held her down with one firm hand on her back, the other sliding over her hip to spank her ass hard enough to make her squeal.

“My kitten,” I growled into her pussy before sliding beneath her thighs, burying my tongue deeper. I flicked and thrust, tasting every drop of her sweet heat until she was writhing over me, her hands gripping the edge of the bench, needing to anchor herself if not she may fly apart.

She came with a scream, thighs clamping around my head as her body convulsed, her back arching in a perfect bow. Her orgasm was violent and wild, unfiltered, like it had been clawing to be set free. She shuddered and trembled, the slick rush of her release coating my mouth, and I didn’t stop. I licked her through every wave, every tremble, until she was gasping and whimpering against my face.

When I finally pulled back, my mouth was wet with her, my beard slick, and my cock so fucking hard it hurt. She’d made me lose control and I’d make her pay for that, eventually. I had time.

“You’re mine,” I said low, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp. “No other man touches you. No one else gets to make you come like that.”

She whimpered. “Do you understand?”

A soft, trembling, “Yes…”

“You know what this patch is, don’t you?”

She looked down at the leather and I could see her swallow hard before giving me a quick nod.

“You know what I’m capable of, correct? It’s why you ran away?”

“Y…yes.”

“Yes, what?” I growled in her ear.

“Y…yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” I purred, sliding my hand out of her hair, stroking it lightly.

Satisfied, I stood, leaving her there, her perfect ass in the air, still shaking, still quivering from the way I wrecked her with my tongue. I knew she needed more from me, but I didn’t just give it freely. If she wanted to play my game then she’d play by my rules.

I smiled as I slid onto my bike, the taste of her still on my tongue. My cock lurched but I ignored it. The soft roar of the engine was a lot quieter now while a single thought fluttered in mind as I sped off.

She was mine. All fucking mine.