Filthy Devil (Dark Horse MC #6)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER

TEN

JAMES

Inwardly, I beg for him to touch me. Outwardly, I don’t say a single word. His gaze is searching mine, but I don’t know what he sees or, rather, what he’s looking for. It’s clear to me that something is on his mind. I know what’s on my mind, and I’m wearing far too many clothes at the moment for it.

“Do you think that by flirting with my men, you’re going to get anything from me?” he asks. His voice is low, his tone deadly.

He’s serious.

Like, actually serious.

Instead of staunchly defending myself, which would appear a little too desperate, I arch a brow as I continue to look into his eyes. I’m not here to convince him of anything. He’s the one who brought me here. He’s the one who has made it clear that my future is uncertain.

“Even if I was, what does it matter?” I ask.

I watch in awe as his jaw clenches and a muscle ticks in his cheek at the same time. His skin turns a bright shade of pink then deepens to dark red. I watch him with amazement but also fear.

The reality is that I don’t know him, and I have no idea what he’s capable of aside from taking a girl from a trailer and giving her some great orgasms and a place to live.

Sucking in a breath, I hold it, waiting for him to speak. He’s pissed off, but I’m not sure he has any right to be.

Nash’s fingers curl around the front of my throat, and he holds me firmly but gently as he looks into my eyes. “You want to be passed around from man to man? I can arrange that,” he growls.

My body trembles, not because he’s hurting me in any way, but at the thought of being passed around to those men in the room. That is exactly what I do not want. I can’t help but wonder if that’s my fate anyway.

I signed that stupid contract, which meant that whoever bought me could do what they wanted with me. Just because I was told it would be an arranged marriage doesn’t mean that’s what it was, and I was stupid enough to blindly agree.

“No, I don’t,” I whisper.

His fingers flex around my throat before he relaxes them. “Those men will protect you with their lives if I tell them to. They’ll also treat you like a whore if they think the opportunity arises and you’re not claimed.”

“Claimed?” I ask, choosing to ignore the whore part because that’s terrifying.

He hums, his blue eyes searing into mine. I feel like I might actually ignite from his gaze alone. “Claimed as mine. My woman. Mine.”

“What does that mean for me?” I ask.

I’m not sure what he wants from me. He wants to take me, protect me. He doesn’t want to keep me, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have me. It’s too confusing for me to try and work out without him explaining more.

“It means you’re mine… for now.”

I’m not sure why, but pain slices through me at those words— for now . I hate them, but I can’t blame him. We don’t know anything about one another other than how we feel when we’re fucking.

“Nash,” I murmur. “I’m sorry I tried to be manipulative. I swear I’m not that person. I was just scared and trying to find some insurance.”

Something happens. His hand drops from my throat, his face softens, and his lips turn up into a smirk. Then he leans forward, his forehead touches mine, and he lets out a long sigh before he lifts his head, and his eyes find mine again.

“I get that, James. This is a whole different world you’ve been thrust into. You’re in limbo, and we’ll get you all sorted, but right now, it’s going to stay in limbo until I know you’re safe.”

“Then what happens?” I ask.

Nash gives me a grin and a wink. “We’ll figure it out when it’s time. But this,” he says, lifting his hand between us and moving his index finger back and forth between us, “I like what it is. I know it can’t be forever, but how about we enjoy one another for now?”

I don’t ask him why it can’t be forever. I’m sure he’ll have something to say about our age difference. He might be a lot older than me, but he doesn’t look it. He looks better than most guys my own age, and he's stronger, too. The man threw me over his shoulder more than once as if I weighed absolutely nothing at all.

“Nash,” I call out, keeping my eyes on his blue ones and wishing I could be even closer to him than I am.

I don’t know what it is about him, but I want to be near him. Close to him as much as I can. I missed him today. And maybe it’s the fact that he’s my savior, but I don’t care. I just want his blue eyes on mine and his hands somewhere, anywhere, on my body.

“I do really enjoy you. There is nobody else I want to be with. Those guys just all showed up, and Bugsy took me to that room. I didn’t know…”

Nash cuts me off, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss. “I’ll be talking to them,” he murmurs against my mouth.

And that is that. His tongue invades my mouth, which I more than welcome. My eyes close, and I become a big pile of goo in his arms. When he breaks the kiss, my shirt is stripped over my head and thrown somewhere in the room.

Then he does something that, once again, proves he’s not an old man and grips the backs of my thighs, picking me up before he tosses me onto the bed. My entire body bounces three times before it stops.

I expect Nash to climb on top of me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stands to the side of the bed, and I watch in complete awe as he strips completely out of his clothes.

God.

Holy shit.

He’s beautiful.

I’ve seen him naked, but not enough to truly take him in, and oh my god.

His muscles are defined but not overly so. He’s got tattoos all over his body and a smattering of chest hair that I want to run my nails through. I can’t even focus on one thing because it’s all a sight to behold.

Then my eyes shift down his chest, to his waist, and then his… cock.

Rising to my knees, I move toward the end of the bed. I want him in my mouth like I’ve never wanted anything before. He takes a step forward and then another until I’m at eye level with his hard length.

When I wrap my fingers around him, he lets out a grunt. I want to explore more, but I don’t think he’d be okay with that right now. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to the head of his length, my eyes looking up at him through my lashes.

His face is set, his jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He’s holding himself as still as possible, and I know it’s taking every ounce of his control. Slipping my tongue out of my mouth, I swirl his head.

A moan escapes his mouth.

At that moan, I part my lips, and I take him as far down my throat as I can. I’ve only done this a few times, so I’m no expert, but I’m going to give it the best I possibly can. He growls as I move my head back, almost releasing him, and then take him inside of me a little further.

On my fourth stroke, one of his hands finds my hair at the back of my head and grips the strands. I’m really getting into it—my hand is working the base of his length, the saliva from my mouth having covered him from root to tip, and I’m moaning, my eyes closed, enjoying every single second of this.

Until Nash flexes his hips forward before he pulls my hair a little to get my attention. Only then do I stop, and instantly, I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. He grins down at me, his face completely relaxed.

“Still, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck your mouth now, yeah?”

Oh. Yeah.

I want that.

And Nash gives me what I want.

NASH

The moment my back begins to tingle, I know I have to pull out of her inviting mouth. I’m not going to come down her throat, not when she’s got a perfectly warm, wet cunt that I know feels like goddamn heaven on earth to come inside of.

Shifting my hips, I take a step backward, my eyes searching hers for a moment in silence. She lifts her hand, wiping the saliva from the corners of her mouth, her eyes full of desire.

Before I can tell her to undress, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. I watch as the straps slide down her arms, then she shimmies out of her shorts and panties.

Fuck.

She’s perfection.

“Please,” she whispers.

She’s not acting, she’s not pretending, she’s not manipulating me, and if she is, I don’t give a fuck right now. Closing the short distance between us, I reach out and cup her cheek, running my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.

“What do you want?” I ask.

She flicks her gaze down to my dick, then slowly lifts it back to meet mine. I can’t stop my lips from curving up into a smirk. I’m glad she likes my dick. For however long she’s here, I have a feeling she’ll become well acquainted with it.

“You, Nash,” she whispers.

I hum and reach between her legs. Gliding two fingers between her folds, I groan at the wetness that greets me.

“You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. Sucking my dick makes you that wet?” I ask.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, tugging it before she releases the swollen flesh. “Yes,” she breathes.

Slipping two fingers inside of her heat, I curl them and watch as her eyes widen. Her breath hitches at the same time her hands fly to her tits, and she cups them. Fucking hell, I could not have created a better match in the bedroom if I tried.

“Ride my hand, James. Show me just how much you want to ride my dick. Give me a fucking show.”

And she does.

Her eyes open, they find mine, and she rides my hand. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I fight against jacking off as I watch her move. My balls ache, begging for release. I want to watch her come like this first though.

Then I want her to come on my cock.

Her hips buck as she grinds down, my thumb moves faster against her clit, harder, and then I watch as she comes. She grips her tits hard, her body stilling before goose bumps break out over her flesh, and then she begins to tremble.

I wish I could take a picture of her right now. She is breathtaking. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, trying to keep me inside of her while she comes down from her release. I don’t do that, though. I want to be inside of her—now.

Bending slightly, I touch my mouth to hers and slip my tongue inside of her, tasting her, tangling my tongue with her own. She moans, though I swallow the sound. Then I break the kiss, lifting my head as I try to decide how I’m going to fuck her.

I want to twist her up into a million different positions. I want it all, and I want it right fucking now. I’ve never been this twisted up when it comes to a woman before. I’ve also never wanted a woman nearly as badly as I want her.

Every way possible.

All at one time.

It’s fucking wild to me. It’s not like I’ve ever been sex deprived a day in my adult life, and yet I’m acting like I’m about to nut inside a woman for the first time. Wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs, I pull her knees out from beneath her and lay her down on the bed.

When I guide my dick toward her center, she gasps, sucking in a breath and holding it for a moment. Then, as I sink inside of her, watching as her eyes slide closed, she lets out a heavy sigh that ends with a groan.

Clutching her hips, my fingers dig into her flesh, gripping her tightly as I bury myself deep inside of her. She gasps, and my own breath hitches. She feels amazing.

Dipping my chin slightly, I find her eyes.

They’re wide as she looks up at me. I stay still, allowing her body to accept my intrusion. When she lifts her legs, she doesn’t wrap them around my waist. Instead, she presses her shins against each side of my ribs. I slip a little deeper inside of her, and the move causes both of us to groan.

Shifting one of my hands from her hip, I cup her cheek, sliding my thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart. And you’re going to come again.”

Without giving her even a moment to think about that, to say anything at all, I shift my hand from her cheek to the front of her throat. Wrapping my fingers around the front of her slim neck, I hold her firmly, and I do just what I set out to do.

I fuck her.

And I don’t stop until she lets out a scream. Then her pussy clamps around my dick, squeezing me, milking me, fucking owning me.

Just like her.

Owning every part of me.

She doesn’t have to try and manipulate me. There’s no reason for it. She owned me the second those big doe eyes found mine in that goddamn trafficking trailer. She was on her way to slaughter. Little did she know she was going from one butcher to another.

She is mine now.

I'm not sure whether either of us is ready to accept that, but that doesn’t make it less true.

James Bishop belongs to me.