really had never been in
each other’s company, and certainly not alone. It felt like the walls were
closing in on her, and she wiped her hands on her jeans.
“I make you uncomfortable,” he said bluntly, and
moved closer. He had his hands shoved in the front pocket of his jeans, and his
muscles bulged out. His biceps were so damn big they looked like they would
burst right through his t-shirt and his cut. He stopped on the other side of
the stainless steel table between them, and she gripped the edge and curled her
hands around it.
“Yeah, you do.” She wasn’t going to lie, because
there wasn’t a point. “But I think I make you uncomfortable, too.” She didn’t
know why she had said that, but the words had tumbled out of her on their own . She didn’t regret saying them, though, because
she did think she made him feel a bit off balanced at times, like right now.
He didn’t respond but moved around the table and
stood right beside her. He leaned against it, crossed his arms, and stared down
at her. But Cookie wasn’t about to move. Cookie had seen a lot of frightening
men, and Kink might be one of the most intimidating ones she had ever met, but
there was no fear in her. The longer he stared at her, the more she felt her
arousal grow. She was wet between her thighs, and that was a feeling that she
was not used to, this need to be with a man so urgently that it made no sense.
She was so confused as to how a man just staring at
her could make her feel this kind of lust. What was it about Kink that made her
feel like she was about to dive down into this darkness … a pit of darkness
that she craved? The scent of the alcohol came from him, surrounding her, but
there was also the crisp, pungent aroma of his leather vest, and a hint of
exhaust from his bike. It was a weird combination, and one that shouldn’t be
arousing whatsoever. But to Cookie it made her belly twist and turn, had her
body heating to a point sweat beaded along the center of her breasts, and had
her wishing that she could have the courage to just take what she wanted.
“What’s your name?” he asked in that low, deep voice
of his that actually had her toes curling.
He didn’t even know her name. That had the high of
being around him vanishing. “Cookie.”
He shook his head slowly, and a small smile spread
across his ruggedly handsome face. “I know that, darlin ’.
I meant what is your real name.” He lifted a dark eyebrow and curled the corner
of his mouth. “Surly your folks didn’t name you after a dessert.” He was
teasing her, and although she didn’t even want to think about the people that
had brought her into this world, she found herself smiling in return.
“No, of course not.” She swallowed. “It’s Bailey Marie Smith.” Her cheeks heated uncomfortably, and
the smile faded from Kink’s face.
“Bailey, like the liquor.”
She licked her lips and took a step back when he
moved one closer to her. “Yeah, my mom was probably drunk when she had me.” She
wasn’t joking about that, and was thankful Kink didn’t start laughing. Despite
all the stuff happening in the last few weeks, wanting to be with him was the
last thing she should even think about. He probably saw her as nothing more
than this slut that had been sold to men and passed around like an ashtray. How
she wanted to tell him it was far from the truth. She had been a virgin up
until her uncle had sold her to Morris, despite the nasty touches from the men
in her life who should have protected her. Even though she had stayed with
Morris, that lowlife piece of shit for far too many years, and he had finally sold
her, she hadn’t been passed around like a piece of meat. The Brothers had saved
her—all of those women, in fact—before it had gone down that road. But she kept
her mouth shut. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway.
“You’re too young to be in this kind of lifestyle.”
She straightened her shoulders. “And what kind
each other’s company, and certainly not alone. It felt like the walls were
closing in on her, and she wiped her hands on her jeans.
“I make you uncomfortable,” he said bluntly, and
moved closer. He had his hands shoved in the front pocket of his jeans, and his
muscles bulged out. His biceps were so damn big they looked like they would
burst right through his t-shirt and his cut. He stopped on the other side of
the stainless steel table between them, and she gripped the edge and curled her
hands around it.
“Yeah, you do.” She wasn’t going to lie, because
there wasn’t a point. “But I think I make you uncomfortable, too.” She didn’t
know why she had said that, but the words had tumbled out of her on their own . She didn’t regret saying them, though, because
she did think she made him feel a bit off balanced at times, like right now.
He didn’t respond but moved around the table and
stood right beside her. He leaned against it, crossed his arms, and stared down
at her. But Cookie wasn’t about to move. Cookie had seen a lot of frightening
men, and Kink might be one of the most intimidating ones she had ever met, but
there was no fear in her. The longer he stared at her, the more she felt her
arousal grow. She was wet between her thighs, and that was a feeling that she
was not used to, this need to be with a man so urgently that it made no sense.
She was so confused as to how a man just staring at
her could make her feel this kind of lust. What was it about Kink that made her
feel like she was about to dive down into this darkness … a pit of darkness
that she craved? The scent of the alcohol came from him, surrounding her, but
there was also the crisp, pungent aroma of his leather vest, and a hint of
exhaust from his bike. It was a weird combination, and one that shouldn’t be
arousing whatsoever. But to Cookie it made her belly twist and turn, had her
body heating to a point sweat beaded along the center of her breasts, and had
her wishing that she could have the courage to just take what she wanted.
“What’s your name?” he asked in that low, deep voice
of his that actually had her toes curling.
He didn’t even know her name. That had the high of
being around him vanishing. “Cookie.”
He shook his head slowly, and a small smile spread
across his ruggedly handsome face. “I know that, darlin ’.
I meant what is your real name.” He lifted a dark eyebrow and curled the corner
of his mouth. “Surly your folks didn’t name you after a dessert.” He was
teasing her, and although she didn’t even want to think about the people that
had brought her into this world, she found herself smiling in return.
“No, of course not.” She swallowed. “It’s Bailey Marie Smith.” Her cheeks heated uncomfortably, and
the smile faded from Kink’s face.
“Bailey, like the liquor.”
She licked her lips and took a step back when he
moved one closer to her. “Yeah, my mom was probably drunk when she had me.” She
wasn’t joking about that, and was thankful Kink didn’t start laughing. Despite
all the stuff happening in the last few weeks, wanting to be with him was the
last thing she should even think about. He probably saw her as nothing more
than this slut that had been sold to men and passed around like an ashtray. How
she wanted to tell him it was far from the truth. She had been a virgin up
until her uncle had sold her to Morris, despite the nasty touches from the men
in her life who should have protected her. Even though she had stayed with
Morris, that lowlife piece of shit for far too many years, and he had finally sold
her, she hadn’t been passed around like a piece of meat. The Brothers had saved
her—all of those women, in fact—before it had gone down that road. But she kept
her mouth shut. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway.
“You’re too young to be in this kind of lifestyle.”
She straightened her shoulders. “And what kind
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