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He chokes on the bite of food he’s eating. “I swear, just when I think you can't say anything else to surprise me. Keep going with your story Miss Independent.”  

“Well, after three hours of these idiots, I walk up to a table to see one of the bitches from high school I hated. The kind of high-class Malibu Barbie rich bitch that thought her shit smelled like roses. She tried to make me feel like an asshole ’cause I was working and serving her on Valentine's Day, while Richie Rich had her out to dinner. Joke was on her though, because I could tell by the way his eyes scanned the room that he was probably dipping his stick more than a mechanic at a Jiffy Lube.” He cuts me off with his loud laughter, making the people around us turn to look. “Anyway, my friend Missy who got me the job always had this fake $10 ring she wore on her ring finger to keep away the creepers. I asked her for it and told her I’d replace it for her. When Barbie ordered a glass of champagne, I slipped the ring in the bottom and then enjoyed the show.” I can’t help the smile that comes as I remember the smug bitch’s face. “She took a sip, spying the ring and screeched so damn loud I thought the glass might break. She was jumping up yelling yes and clapping the entire time. Richie was sitting there confused as all hell and terrified of the prospect that she thought he wanted her ass around for more than a night.”

“Holy shit.” His hands scrub his face as he laughs. “Girl, you are one crazy broad. I’ve never in my damn life met a woman like you.”

I take a huge bite of my burger, enjoying the fact that I seem to have impressed him with my psychotic tendencies.

A part of me wishes I had met him at a different time.

In a different life.

Twisted

It’s been a week since Hurricane Nikki rolled into my life and everything I swore I would never fucking do or want is happening. The girl is a damn addiction for me. Ever since the first night I had a taste of her, she’s all I can think about. Her smart mouth is constantly keeping me guessing and her body has me on high alert every damn second of the day.

As hesitant as she was, I have gotten her in my bed every night this week. She swears that one day she just won't answer when I call, but we both know she’s as addicted to this as much as I am.

She is like no woman I have ever met. She’s tough, and in no way wants me to take care of her. Which if I’m honest, only makes me want to more. I love pissing her off because when she gets mad she is only hotter. Trust me, I get how damn messed up that is. I haven’t taken her back to the club since that first day and she has made it clear it’s nowhere that she wants to be.

It’s the only thing about her that I would change. The club is my life, my family. I feel like if she could drop her bullshit assumptions, she’d love it. I just got back from a three-day run and all I want to do is go find her and sink myself deep into her.

She won’t tell me where she lives, or let me drop her off there. Apparently her father hates bikers and everything about the clubs. Being a preacher, he’s really religious and feels we’re all living in sin. When she told me that, I asked her if her father ever met her; that cost me a bit. I enjoyed every minute of it though.

“Twisted!” I turn to see Lucy walking up to me. Lucy came to the club when she was only fourteen and looking for protection from her psychotic family. She and my brother Whip are engaged, and I think of the girl as my little sister. She gives me a hug. “Hey, I didn’t know you were back. What are you doing down here?”

“Meeting someone.” I haven’t told anyone but Whip about Nikki.

She scrunches her eyebrows at me. “Okay…”

I see Nikki out of the corner of my eye but she stops when she spots Lucy. Her eyes narrow and she turns on her heel, walking away. Shit. “Hold on Luce.” I jog after her. One thing I’ve learned is that something has happened in this girl’s past. She’s been hurt because she takes no bullshit and has no problem walking away if she feels like she has an excuse to. Sometimes it’s like she is looking for a damn excuse. I catch up, standing in front of her and blocking her path. “It isn’t even what you think.”

“It’s cool. I’m not your old lady. I don’t even want to be. She can have you.” She tries to walk around me but I stop her.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Calm the bitch down for a minute and come here.” I take her hand, giving her a hard tug before she starts to walk. We get back to my bike and Lucy. She is looking at Nikki as if she’s an alien. “Lucy this is Nikki, Nikki this is Lucy, she is my brother Whip’s old lady. She’s also basically my adopted little sister.”

Lucy smiles at Nikki. “Hey, nice to meet you.” She looks over at me, a huge smile on her face. Lucy is the same as my damn sister, always trying to tell me to meet a girl and claim an old lady. I can see her plotting in her head right now. “Well, I need to get home, but you two have fun.” The smile on her face tells me I’m screwed.

“You know, you could always ask before you just assume shit.” I look over at her. As much as I love her attitude, it makes me insane at the same time.

Her arms are crossed over her chest and I can see some red in her cheeks. She’s embarrassed. “This is why I told you none of this would work.”

She goes to walk away and I grab her hand. “You’re not just gonna leave. Let’s go, you’re comin’ home with me.”

Her face is reluctant. I can see the internal struggle as her eyes dart back and forth between my bike and the sidewalk. “What are we even doing? This is crazy.”

I pull her to me, kissing her, hoping to clear away some of the confusion. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love crazy. It’s what you’re made of.” I pull her over to my bike and she climbs on behind me.

The drive to my house only takes about fifteen minutes. When we get in, I throw my bag down and turn to face her. She is biting her lip, she’s nervous. “I don’t think this is working anymore. It was only supposed to be a one-night thing. That night at the bar that was supposed to be it. Me being here, meeting your friends. I don’t want it. I mean, what the hell are we even doing?” She moves to reach for the door.

I grab her hand. “Where is this even coming from? I told you that first night that I want you. Now you can either accept that shit and stop fighting it or walk away for good.” I run her hand over the constant hard on I sport when she is around. “But don’t fool yourself into thinking you won’t miss me.”

“I told you the first night I just wanted sex. It wasn’t supposed to go past that night.” She won’t meet my eyes.

“Fuck that. I can see through you. You aren’t ready yet but I will make you mine eventually.” I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth. I’ve never wanted to claim a woman. Talking to Whip on the ride put shit into perspective. He asked me if I’d be cool if I saw Nikki with another guy and I swear I wanted to put my fist through a wall. So he told me that’s how I know that I need to claim her ass.

“No. You will not. That’s not an option. I will not be claimed.” Her eyes go hard and cold. What the hell happened with her? There has to be more to this than her dad hating bikers.

“That’s not how this works.” I grip her chin, forcing her to keep my gaze. “What happened to you?”

“None of your damn business.” She spits the words out like venom and I know she’s trying to piss me off and scare me away at the same time.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m makin’ you and everything that involves you my business.” My hands brace her face. “You, my little firecracker, whether you want to accept it or not, will be mine. I will have you and you will fucking love it.”

I kiss her and she fights me, her nails scratching a line down my arms. I wince from the pain and pleasure all at once. “You know I like it when you play rough.” I bend down, throwing her over my shoulder.

“Put me down! I’m not kidding!” Her fists pound at my back while I hold her legs to keep them from kicking me. I walk to my room, kicking the door closed and placing her down in front of it. I slam her against the door, my mouth crashing to hers. I force my tongue into her mouth, enjoying the reluctant moan she lets out. Her hands are pushing me away as her mouth is inviting me in.

My hands grab her wrists as I slam them against the door next to her head. “I am going to remind you exactly why you want this. Why it’s good for you.”

She moves to open her smart-ass mouth but I shut her up with mine. “No talking, unless you’re screaming my fucking name.”

I release her hands, moving mine to the top of the t-shirt she is wearing, ripping it straight down the front.

I hear her gasp. “Are you— ”

I clamp my hand over her mouth. “One more warning, then I find something to put in that pretty mouth of yours to keep it quiet.”

I remove a hand, giving her full lips a quick kiss before licking a trail from her mouth down to the middle of her breasts. Making quick work of the rest of her clothes, I have her naked in no time. The woman has a body constructed for every kind of pleasure imaginable. I pick her up, taking the few steps to the bed and tossing her onto it, enjoying the way her tits bounce as she lands on the mattress.

I take my clothes off as quick as I can. “Remember what I said. Keep that gorgeous mouth of your shut unless it’s screamin’ my name.” I grip her ankles and pull her until her ass is at the end of the bed. I kneel on the floor, making me the perfect height so her pussy is right in front of my face. I glance over at her and she is balling the sheets in her hands already in anticipation.

I slowly trail a finger around her lips, never touching her sweet spot. “This where you want me?” She doesn’t answer me. “Tell me. You want my fingers, my tongue, my dick? You want me to fill that tight pussy till you’re soaking my sheets with your juices?”

“Yes!” She screams and I smile.

I lay my hand flat over her, not surprised that she’s already wet. “Did you touch yourself when I was gone? Did you make yourself come imagining it was me?” Her thighs clench together. I slowly rub my hand up and down. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me how you made yourself come thinking of me.”

“God, yes I did. Is that what you wanted?” Her voice is strained.

“Yeah, it is. Just one more thing.” I don’t continue, I just watch her until her head looks up at me. “Whose pussy is this?”

Her mouth drops open a bit as she shakes her head. I shrug and pull my hand away from her. “I hate you.”

“You don’t, but it’s okay. One little word, and you get it all. Whose pussy is this?” I arch an eyebrow at her.

She huffs. “Yours.”

Hell yes. “Good choice. Remember that, firecracker.”

I slowly slip a finger into her pussy, twirling it around as she groans. When I pull it out I insert another, slowly moving in and out, stroking her insides. When I blow a slow breath on her, she arches her back. “You’re starting to squeeze me, baby, you close already? You must have really missed me.”

She doesn’t answer as her head whips from side to side. I press onto her clit with my thumb, pushing hard and moving it into a circle as she explodes all over my hand, her screams filling the small room.

I don’t give her time to recuperate, I want to taste her. I dive into her pussy, sliding my tongue in and out as my thumb continues to put pressure on her clit. I alternate between licking her slow and flicking her insides quickly. I flatten my tongue, dragging over her until I reach her clit. “You ready for another one?”

Her head shakes no and her thighs slightly shake under my hands. I open my mouth, closing my lips over her clit before sucking it into my mouth and savoring it like it’s the most expensive delicacy. My name rips through her throat as she pushes herself farther up to me. I smile as I pull away from her, standing up to grab a condom.

I slip it on, then move to stand in front of her. “Turn around. On your knees.”

Her head shakes. “I can’t move.”

“Oh, baby. That’s too bad.” I reach for her waist, flipping her over quickly as she moans. “Move forward.” She slowly inches forward onto the bed.

I slowly climb onto it behind her, trying to restrain myself. “On. Your. Knees.”

She groans as she rises, her round ass presented to me like a damn award. I slowly rub it in circles before lifting my hand and bringing it down hard. She yelps.

“You are mine. I will not share you, ever. You don’t want the title now, that’s fine. No more bullshit. I’m claiming you right here, right now. Whenever you forget that, remember this.” I smack her ass again, the pink of her skin making my dick feel like it’s going to burst.

My hand tangles in her hair as I pull her closer to my face. “You ready for me to claim you?” It’s a question but at the same time it isn’t. She’s mine already. There is no way I will be letting her go, at least not anytime soon.

She nods, wincing as the action causes me to pull her hair. I’m about to release her as a small smile crosses her face. “You like this?” I pull her again so that she’s even closer. “You like it rough, don’t you?” I bite down on her neck.

“Yes.” She groans as my teeth are still clamped down on her skin.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I release her hair and she falls forward. Grabbing her hips, I slam into her and she screams. “Tell me how good this dick is. Tell me how much you missed it. Beg me to make you come one last time. Show me you deserve it.”

I ram into her, gripping her hips and using them to create more force.

“God, it feels so good.” She moans, her voice a breathy whisper. “I wanted it so bad when you were gone.” I push her upper back down, raising her ass more so I can get deeper into her. “Please make me come again.”

Her pussy squeezes me tight and I reach around, pinching her clit. She comes all over, dripping onto the sheets below us and milking my cock the entire time. I can’t hold myself back anymore. I tense as I come, my fingers digging into her skin.

We collapse onto the bed together.

After a few minutes, when I catch my breath, I get up to get us a towel and when I get back she’s asleep. Deciding not to wake her but knowing I have shit to catch up on, I cover her and go into the living room.

I just told her she was mine.