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mad.”
    Anger swelled up inside me. “This isn’t a fucking joke. This is kidnapping!” And he was calling me cute? What the hell? Was I being punked?
    His grin faded and his expression turned serious. He cleared his throat. “Look,” he said, “I know you ain’t a Reaper. And I’ll do what I can to get you outta this jam. But understand me, you got blood on your hands now. You gotta play by our rules. You gotta answer our questions if you wanna get out of here. I wish it were my choice, but it ain’t.”
    I suddenly felt scared again. Blood on my hands... Hearing it out loud made it feel real. Very real.
    “You’d take me home if it were up to you?” I asked.
    He hesitated briefly. “Eventually.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    He stepped closer to me, his body pressing up against mine. “After I take what I want,” he said.
    My heart started beating hard in my chest. Was he really making a move on me? Was I being stupid for letting him? “What’s that?” I whispered.
    His hands found my hips, then wandered to my back. He slipped one hand down to my ass, grabbing it hard, while his lips found mine. He kissed me lustfully.
    Me? Little old Holly is what he wanted? My better judgment told me to turn my head and push him away.
    But I didn’t. I couldn’t. He felt so good, tasted so good, and all I could do was surrender myself to him. I threw caution to the wind, didn't care if I was being slutty. I wanted to try something dirty.
    If he wanted to use me, I’d use him right back.

Chapter 7: Axl
    I stood on the side of the dark road, my bike’s engine still rumbling. I wanted to forget this chick, to put her out of my mind and get her the hell out of our clubhouse. She didn’t belong here.
    But when I opened my mouth to say the words, my lips were concrete. When I tried to force myself to throw her on the back of my bike to haul her back to the clubhouse, my muscles were lead, my joints locked gears.
    The club wanted this chick gone, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
    So when I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, reflecting the soft moonlight, I couldn’t resist any longer.
    I wrapped my hands around her waist, the curves of her body igniting my senses like napalm. My hands slid down to her ass, her skin separated from mine only by the thin fabric of her jeans. I hungered for her body, lusted after her delicate scent which hadn’t left my mind since I first crashed into her in the truck cabin.
    I squeezed hard and pulled her into me, pressing my lips against her lips. She gasped as our skin touched, welcoming my tongue against hers. Her smell instantly flooded my senses. Shit, I didn’t know much about biology, but I’d been through enough club sluts to know that this attraction went deeper. It was instinctual, fundamental, ancient. And that scared the shit out of me, so I tried not to think about it as our tongues tangled and my hands wandered over her body freely.
    When our lips parted at last, she pulled back and looked up at me with hungry eyes. “What the hell is this? What do you want from me?” she whispered.
    Fuck. What didn’t I want from her? I wanted to bend her over my bike, to take her right here, to mark her as mine and discover all her deepest secrets. After that, I didn’t know. I didn’t want to think about emotional shit right now. And no way in hell was I going to let onto any of this. But fuck yeah, there was something I wanted right now.
    “Suck me, beautiful,” I said, my voice husky with need. I brought a hand up to her cheek, savoring the softness of her skin against my rough, calloused, guilty hands. My fingers slipped behind her neck, intertwining with her thick, shiny hair. I gently—but firmly—pressed her down to her knees. She obeyed, and my hard cock stiffened even further at her show of obedience. This good girl knew how to take an order—at least when it involved the prospect of my cock. Yeah, I’d noticed how her eyes had been glued to it