Free Ruthless (Dark MC Romance) by Vanessa Waltz Page A

bathroom was a giant tub and shower. The blonde man sat on the toilet seat and leaned over to turn the knobs on the bathtub.
    “Let’s go,” he snapped when he saw me standing there.
    He was going to watch. Either he didn’t trust me or he was a voyeur. I tried to turn away from him as I stripped the clothes from my body. They fell to my feet like shattered ice sculptures. I tried to enter the tub from the place farthest from him, but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. My feet slipped on the ceramic tiles as he yanked me towards him and I fell on his lap.
    His coarse jeans rubbed against my thighs and heat bloomed across my chest. My face was a foot away from his, which was fixed with an impatient, angry expression. His blonde eyebrows knitted down and his eyes were devoid of lust.
    “You’re my old lady, now. You need to get used to taking off your clothes in front of me. As long as you obey, we won’t have any problems.”
    I’m not a fucking dog.
    I nodded slightly as I kept my anger to myself, and he let go of my wrist. My legs trembled as I got off him and gingerly stepped over the edge of the bathtub. The hot water immediately eased the tension knotting my muscles and I sank in the water with a grateful sigh. God, it felt good. I grabbed the loofah sitting on the edge and soaped it up with the Irish Spring soap, cleaning every inch of my body.
    Cain didn’t even glance at me. He looked like a portrait of The Thinker with his head on his hand. His hand played with something in his pocket.
    “What’s that?”
    A long glass tube filled with red liquid dangled from his fingers. “I don’t know. They call it, Red.”
    “What’s it for?”
    He shrugged as if the same question plagued him. Then his face turned towards me and grinned. “Want to try it?”
    My nerves still jangled from the cocaine. The last thing I needed was a new drug addiction. “Would you let me go?”
    His laughter rang in the tiled room, making me shiver. He gave me a look that I recognized from all those men I hustled over the years—the condescending look that said I was worthless. Get back in the kitchen, whore.
    “Where the hell would you go?”
    The question punched me in the face.
    Everything is dead, destroyed, gone to shit. I’ve nothing.
    Hating him, I stared into the murky bathwater and tried to soak up some of its heat. I sank backwards until my eyes were submerged. His body was distorted under the water—blurs of beige, white, and yellow. Bubbles popped out of my mouth.
    I stayed there too long. His hand shot in the water and pinched my shoulder. The water cascaded down my face as I sat up. He leaned over the tub, studying me.
    “You’re an old lady of a Vice-President of the most powerful MC in Victoria. That’s not nothing.”
    According to you, I should be grateful? Bullshit.
    “Maybe I don’t want any of that.”
    He smirked. “If I believed that, I would have let him kill you.”
    He may be a sadistic bastard, but he saved my life. I reached down and pulled the drain. The water spiraled down noisily and I shivered as the water exposed me. Standing up, I reached for the towels Cain handed me, patting down my body before wrapping it around my hair. His eyes bounced around as I dried myself. Now that I stepped out of the tub, wet and clean, he sat a little straighter and watched me like he was starving.
    He wanted me. And maybe I wanted him, too.
    My heart hammered as I hung my towel on the hook. Then I closed the space between us. His eyes looked feverish. I sat across his legs, my body hot from the bath, and hooked my hands around his neck. Having a completely naked woman on a man’s lap would excite most men, but Cain looked sedated. In control. He was always in control.
    I wanted him to lose control because I wanted to see if he was really human. My breasts flattened against his chest and my lips grazed his ears. Every man I was ever with loved when I did that. His long exhale billowed in my ear and