The Skulls (3 page)

He finished putting her few clothes up and then
grabbed her underwear to place them inside a drawer.

Finished, he turned back to her. His arms were thick
and covered in tattoos. He wore a black vest with a pair of black jeans.

His hands rested on hips as he stared at her.

“Will you kill my Dad?” she asked, staring at her
hands where they rested on her legs. This was the first time she’d had a long
conversation with any member of The Skulls.

“Not if he works for us and if you remain in our
care.”

“Care?
You
call this care?” She bit down on her lip trying to stop herself from speaking. Talking
out of turn was not allowed.

He took a seat next to her and caressed her cheek.
The moment he touched her heat filled her body. His touch made her want so much
more. No man had affected her in such a way, and she was terrified of what that
meant.

****

Lash turned her to look at him. Her green eyes cut a
path straight to his heart. He didn’t know what it was about this woman that
stopped him in his tracks, but from the first moment he laid eyes on her, Lash
hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her.

The feelings were intense and all-consuming.

Seeing her suitcase filled in the corner angered
him. Now her clothes were hung up, and he intended to move them into his room
soon.

Angel wasn’t leaving the club or his side, and soon
he’d have her in him home, by his side as his wife.

“What would you call it?” he asked.

She shook her head, trying to pull away from his
touch. Lash stayed by her side, refusing to leave and stopping her from pulling
out of his touch.

“Talk to me.”

“How can I talk to you? You’re one of the members
who are keeping me here.”

She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths. All
the time Lash watched her. He couldn’t get enough of her, and the possessive
feeling inside him only intensified with every passing minute.

“I’m not like those girls. I don’t sleep with guys,
and I don’t use my body for anyone.” Angel tucked her hair behind her ear.

Lash turned her around and slowly unbound her hair until
it fell around her shoulders in delightful waves. For the first time, Lash ran
his fingers through her hair, relishing the feel of the silken waves sliding
through his fingers.

He liked the fact she didn’t argue. Angel did as he
wanted without comment. Did she know how addictive her response was to him?
Lash wanted to push her to see how far she’d allow him to go.

She was only nineteen whereas he was in his late
twenties, twenty-nine to be exact.

“I know, Angel. I know you wouldn’t get on your
knees if one of the guys asked you to. You’ve never known what it’s like to
feel a cock inside you. This world is entirely new to you. I get it. You may
not think I do, but I do.”

The blush stained her cheeks, and he saw it when he
turned her around. He wasn’t going to hide who he was. Lash had already done
everything he could to make her life at the club bearable. He knew it was only
a matter of time before everything went back to normal. The parties would be
rowdier and more explicit than ever before.

There was a time he’d loved the full-blown parties.
After a long day, a hard week, or a bad month, there was nothing more
satisfying than getting naked and fucking everything in sight.

He didn’t think about the number of women he’d been
with. Last year he’d gotten tested to make sure he was clean. He was clean and
intended to stay that way. From the first moment he looked at Angel in town,
Lash had known she was the woman for him.

She nibbled on her lip, and Lash remembered her lips
wrapped around a straw. He couldn’t stop it. Holding onto the back of her head,
Lash smashed his lips against hers. Her hands moved to his chest, and Lash watched
as she closed her eyes. When she did, he closed his own and allowed himself the
pleasure of the kiss.

Angel moaned. He tilted her head back, nibbled on
her lip and waited for her to open up to him. Her lips opened, and Lash took
full advantage of it. Stroking his tongue into her mouth, Lash made love to her
mouth. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, mimicking the movements he wanted to
do between her thighs.

Her hands moved to his chest, gripping the fabric of
his vest. Lash moved his hand down from her head to her back. He pushed her
back to the bed until she was under him.

With careful movements, Lash settled between her thighs,
and the denim skirt she wore rode up high around her waist. He stroked a hand
up her thigh, feeling her silken skin against his palm.

Lash didn’t press his cock against her centre. The
only thing keeping him away from her was her panties and the denim of his
jeans.

 
Making love
to her mouth, Lash caressed her body as best as he could in the position. Her
hands moved from his chest around to his back. Her nails sank into his shirt.
If he’d been naked Lash would have her mark his back.

His cock was thick, and his need for her
intensified.

“Kiss me back,” he said, breaking the kiss long
enough to speak.

Before she got chance to talk or push him away, Lash
claimed her lips once again.

He fucked her mouth with his tongue and pressed his
palm between them. Touching her pussy he felt her heat against him. Moaning,
Lash kept her mouth occupied at the same time he pushed the fabric of her
panties out of his way. He needed to touch her.

Slipping a finger through her folds, Lash touched
her clit. She jumped under his touch. He kept her in place, sinking his fingers
into her hair, holding her there.

Lash stroked her clit feeling her cream soak his
fingers. She was so close, and Lash knew she’d never been touched like this
before.

He fingered her clit, kissing her mouth and hoping
he wasn’t fucking up what was happening.

She cried out and seconds later shuddered under his
touch. It was the most erotic experience of his life. Lash eased the touch of
his fingers and then slowly withdrew from her heat.

Staring down into her face, Lash waited for her to
open her eyes.

Angel looked at him, her face flushed from her
orgasm. It hadn’t taken long at all. He’d known it wouldn’t.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. Without thinking he
brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the cream from them.

She looked away from him, biting onto her lip.

“What did I just do?” she asked.

Her words were so faint that he only just heard
them. “I suggest you get used to my touch, baby. I’m not going anywhere, and
you’re going to get used to my touch.”

He pulled her to her feet and started to remove her
clothing. All his planning left his thoughts. He’d wasted too long trying to
take things slowly with Angel. She wasn’t part of his world, but he’d make sure
by the time he got his ring on her finger that she would be.

Lash was not going to hold back any longer. Angel
was going to be claimed whether she liked it or not.

Pulling her shirt from her body, Lash tore at the
denim skirt until she stood in her panties. Lash pulled his vest off. In the
next instant he removed her bra and panties and then placed his vest over her
head.

The vest fit perfectly and was a little tight around
her large tits. They were
his
tits.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He slammed his lips down on hers in answer. “Get in
bed,” he said.

She stared at him for a few minutes and then climbed
into the bed.

Lash knelt beside her, took her hand and stared into
her eyes. “Things are going to change for you. You’re not always going to like
me, and I accept that. I get what I want, and you’ll do what I ask, and there’s
nothing that is going to change who I am. I’ll do my best to make you happy,
but from this day forward, you’ll be my woman, Angel. No one will touch you but
me.”

He stroked her hair, kissed her cheek and left the
room. Tiny was standing outside waiting for him. The leader of the club had his
arms folded over his chest.

“I see you’ve finally decided to claim her,” Tiny
said.

“Yes.” Lash turned to face his boss and waited for
what Tiny had to say.

“Good. You claim her in front of the other men, and
she’ll be yours. Make sure you take care of her, Lash. I don’t want her to be
hurt.”

Tiny didn’t like to involve just anybody. They were
a rough crew but a fair one all because of
Tiny’s
influence. Yes, they ran the occasional coke deal, but it kept the drugs out of
their town. Fort Wills was clean, and the folk had them to thank for that, not
the cops. None of the crew used drugs either. Tiny made money out of it, and if
he caught a member using, they were fucked.

“I’m taking full responsibility for her,” Lash said.

“You better because her father is as good as dead.
You need to be prepared for the fallout.” Tiny slapped him on the back then
left.

Resting against the door, Lash wondered how she was
going to take the next couple of months. He wasn’t waiting around anymore.
Angel belonged to him, and the only person who didn’t know that was Angel.

Chapter
Three

Angel woke up early in the morning to banging on the
door. She’d forgotten to set her alarm clock. Seconds later Lash walked in.
Everything that happened last night came flooding back to her like a bad
memory.

“Good morning,” he said. He walked to the wardrobe,
shook his head, and pulled out a pair of jeans. Her wardrobe was small. She
hated clothes shopping and only ever bought what she thought was relevant to
her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, covering
herself with the blanket. She wore his vest shirt and nothing else.

He’d brought her to orgasm, literally had his naked
fingers on her pussy, and she was worried about him seeing her.

Last night was different. It had been dark last
night, whereas it was now morning, and there was no chance for her to hide away
from him. It was unfair and cruel.

“This is not acceptable at all.” He turned to her
and started tugging her out of bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Lash wasn’t answering her questions.

“We’re going shopping, or I might send you out
shopping with a Prospect. I’ve got shit to do.”

Once she was dressed, without panties or a bra,
Lash
stood back to look at her.

“I think it will do for now.”

“Wait, I need a bra and panties. I’ve never worn jeans
without panties.”

He took a step toward her. One hand sank into her
hair, tugging on the length and the other rested between her thighs.

Angel was ashamed by the heat that consumed her from
his touch. Would she ever
not
be
affected by him?

Lash rubbed his hand back and forward creating a
friction that almost brought her to her knees. Lash knew all the right buttons
to press, and she hated him for it.

“No. Your tits look wonderful like that, and from
now on I say what you wear.”

Before she could protest his lips were once again on
hers.

The kiss was brutal, all teeth and passion, and not
once did Angel try to stop it. Finally, only when Lash was ready, did he break
the kiss. Until he was ready, Lash was the one in control. She didn’t have a
say in what she wanted. It was all about what Lash wanted.

She didn’t hate the thought either. Angel had never
been good at making a decision or solving a problem. She was a waste of space.

“Don’t put yourself down. Even when you’re out of my
presence I will know about it.”

“How did you know I was doing that?” she asked. She
should have argued his claim that she’d been putting herself down.

“I know you, baby. I know what you’re thinking, and
I see it in your eyes. You’re like an open book. I can read everything by
looking at you.” His hand left her hair to grab her wrist. “Come on, it’s
breakfast downstairs.”

“I know. I’m supposed to be the one getting the
stuff.”

“Not anymore. From now on your place is by my side
or sat in my lap.” He opened her bedroom door, and together they made their way
toward the eating area. The eating area was the main part of the bar. All the
tables had been pulled together to make a long table. The kitchen doors were
thrown open showing several of the Prospects and the women getting ready to
serve.

“Where the fuck is Angel? She’s supposed to be doing
this shit, not me,” Fern asked. Fern was one of the women who got passed around
from member to member. Angel had seen her with a different guy every night.
From what she heard none of the men wanted to claim her. She was a sweet-butt
whose sole purpose was to open her legs for whoever wanted her.