Free Bikers Desire (BBW Motorcycle Romance) (Dark Souls MC) by Aubrey Watts Page B

dust from the window and peeked inside.
     
    All of a sudden he appeared angry. As though he had reached some sort of dead end. He kicked the ground in frustration, running a rough hand through his flowing mane and lighting a cigarette. When he finally spoke, stomping towards me, it was clear by his tone that he was no longer playing nice. “Your father did some faulty repairs on one of my brothers bikes. Repairs that killed him,” he seethed, pointing a calloused finger in my face. “And you know what I think? I think he made a deal with someone. I think he was paid.”
     
    I shuddered and stumbled back, feeling as though all the wind had been knocked out of me. That couldn't have been right. It wasn’t right. My father had been dead and gone for over six months and even when he was alive, he wasn't capable of hurting a fly.
     
    “No,” I whispered, shaking my head and licking my lips. “I’m sorry but that can't be true. My father wouldn’t do that.”
     
    I flinched as Liam grabbed me roughly by the collar, his large hand engulfing my throat. “It is,” he breathed, his eyes burning against mine. “And either you know something about it or you didn’t know your old man quite as well as you thought.”
     
    “Please,” I begged him, grasping for my purse. I had to get hold of the nail file but before I could, Liam slid his pointer finger over the curve of my heart shaped lips and parted them slightly.
     
    I wanted him to let go of me but there was also a small, uncertain part of me that didn't. I figured he must have had that effect on a lot of women, but regardless, I couldn't bring myself to believe what he was saying about my father. It contradicted everything I knew to be true about him. He was a good man, a god-fearing man, and above all else an honest man. There was no way he would do intentionally bad work. Not for any amount of money.
     
    But it was clear by the look on Liam’s chiseled face that he was done rationalizing with me. He said what he had to say and as the warmth from his finger began to settle over my tongue, I felt my original fear creeping its way back.
     
    I wasn’t a stupid woman. I knew that he whole-heartedly believed my father had wronged him and his club, and since he was dead, I was going to be the one to pay for it. I saw it in his piercing brown eyes. Felt it in his heavy hand as it inched its way towards the crest of my throat. He would have his way with me whether I liked it or not.
     
    It was the former that surprised me. As Liam began to explore my curvaceous form, taking his time, an unintentional moan vibrated against my throat. No man had ever touched me that way before and as much as I didn’t want to I couldn’t help but feel captivated.
     
    Even worse was the fact that Liam could sense it. I watched as his strong facial features twisted up in displeasure, his thick eyebrows furrowing under a sea of hair. It was like watching the Incredible Hulk get angry only far more real and imminent of a reality.
     
    “You like this?” he questioned, pushing me away from him. I knew it wasn't the reaction he was fishing for. He was trying to punish me for my father's alleged sins but I only appeared entranced. But I couldn't help it. It was like I was under a spell. One I couldn't just snap out of.
     
    I stumbled back slightly, falling on my ass as Liam stomped towards me and grabbed me up like a rag doll. “You’re not supposed to like it,” he said matter-of-factly, his grip tight on my wrist. His tone gave way to his frustration but it was also tinged with something else. Wonder. I watched as he took me in, soaking me up like a piece of fine art. Then he appeared to make a decision, pulling out his phone and reluctantly dialing a number.
     
    “Yeah?” I heard a man on the other end of the line answer, his voice one of the most intimidating I had ever heard. Somehow even more intimidating than Liam’s.
     
    “Come through,” Liam managed, glancing at me