Chapter 7

SEVEN

AELLA

I 've never been on the back of a bike, but I try to do as Braxton says and move with him. It's not so easy. With each turn, I feel like I'll fall off, the bike will tip, and we'll slide to our doom on the asphalt. Every so often, I remember I'm holding on to a man that I don't know who kidnapped me. But my eyes are closed between those moments as the world whips past. I don't know why he stole me out of the window, but I'm having the time of my fucking life.

The world can fuck off.

This is the best feeling in the entire universe.

He turns onto another road, and the grade changes. When I open my eyes, the woods are moving past in the darkness. We weren't driving for long, and I soaked in each moment. But it's nighttime, and a sinking feeling drops into my stomach as the road narrows.

Then, Braxton stops. He tilts the bike, pushing the kickstand out before he gets off. He outstretches his hand to me, and I take it. I'm wobbly-legged, and my ass is numb, but the thrill in my veins has me feeling like I'm floating on a cloud.

"That was amazing!" I squeal, forgetting myself.

Brax sets his helmet back onto the bike, looking me over apprehensively. "Tell me who you are. Tell me why you're not found on Montague paperwork and haven't been spotted with your father or fiancé in the last year."

He looks at me. Something about that excites me more than the ride had.

His face tells me he's not a man I should be in the woods with. He has a darker past than I can imagine fueling his every move.

"I don't know what there is to say. I can't entirely agree with how my father runs his business. I don't want any part of it. As for Carter and I... I've been betrothed to him since middle school. He's the son my father never had but wanted. He's going to take what he wants off my back without even the decency of a good fuck before he does it."

I don't know where it came from, but the other man who had come into the room they were holding me in had assumed I was some arm-candy trophy bimbo, and I didn't fucking like it.

Part of me wants him to know I don't fuck Carter. I don't want to think about the why right now.

Braxton steps into me, and my ass taps the bike. I'm pinned between a grumpy man and his ride, and his eyes are edging on insanity as he breathes me in.

"So, you haven't been letting him sink his privileged dick into your tight cunt, hm? And you expect me to believe that? "

"I don't care what you fucking believe!" I shout, standing a little taller.

I've never stood my ground before. Usually, I'm timid and shy away from confrontation, but something about his words and presence gives me a little boost of confidence, even if my brain is screaming that I'm a liar. I do care if he knows I'm a virgin. It's the reason I'd blurted my truth at Miles.

He leans toward me, getting into my space. "Oh, is that so?"

I swallow. "Yes, Brax, that's so."

My use of his name makes his breathing hitch, but only for a second.

"I can prove it," I yell, not knowing what the fuck I'm doing.

He straightens, his presence leaving my safety bubble and allowing me to think a little clearer. "And how are you going to prove to me you didn't fuck your fiancé, Bambi?"

I lick my lips, trying to decide what the hell I'm going to do now.

My bare feet shift in the sandy road beneath them, cold and wet from days of rain. I lift my foot onto a foot peg, slowly lifting my dress.

Brax backs away from me. "Now, Bambi, what are you up to?"

I've never been so bold, but I want to be with him. I want him to look at me. I like the gift of his eyes on me. Men like him rarely look twice at anyone. And yet, I've caught his attention.

I get that I'm a prisoner, and this is the most insane situation, but my body is humming and begging for more.

I'm twenty-five and a virgin. I've stayed one for a man who wasn't worth it.

Fuck Carter! Fuck Charlotte!

It's my body, and I'll do what I want, when I want, from here on out.

I tug my panties to the side. The only thing lighting the night is the headlights on the front of the idling bike. It's enough, though. I know it is because a growl comes from Brax, vibrating the night air between us.

"See for yourself. Go on," I taunt.

He rushes me like a man depraved, his fingers slipping over the wet heat. It's because of his effortless control over his bike and the vibrations rushing between my thighs.

"Use two fingers. You'll feel the truth," I whisper against his ear as he leans down to look at his task.

When he slides two fingers inside me, the stretch knocks the breath out of me, but I know he'll reach resistance. It was part of the deal. I remain clean for Carter, or I don't get the money coming my way after his takeover of my father's company. Archaic, yes, but men with money still do shit like that to everyone, not just the women in their life. They need to assert their power.

His head springs up when he hits the resistance I knew he would. His eyes lock on mine as he slides his fingers out of me.

"Bambi is a fitting name for someone so pure and beautiful," he whispers.

"My name is Aella," I tell him. "If you wanted to know, that is."

When I move to take my foot down, he presses his hand into my thigh and shakes his head. He doesn't touch me, only looks over my bare pussy. Wind moves over it; gooseflesh rises over my body, and my nipples pebble.

"Have you..." He closes his eyes and shakes his head, clearly battling himself. "Have you made yourself come?"

I nod. "Only externally. It was part of the deal. I didn't get my portion of the money or the company shares if I wasn't pure for Carter."

"What the fuck?" His disapproval is evident. It makes me feel like more than a bargaining chip, even though he, too, mentioned he wants me to end me.

"To use you in such a way..." He turns, slamming his hand into his head. "Fuck, it pisses me off, Aella."

"Hey," I say, dropping my foot from the peg and moving toward him.

"I didn't say you could move!" he shouts, and there's something feverish in his tone. Frantic, even.

I move back, putting my foot back up.

He turns back, seeing me back in place, and he nods. Like I'd done what he wanted, something starved off momentarily.

I realize he could be a fucking psychopath, and I'm just splayed open for him to toy with, but my newfound power and choice to make my own decisions is at the forefront of my mind.

"So, no one's eaten this pussy before, Bambi?" he asks, and even though I feel as though the answer is implied, I shake my head.

"No," I rasp.

He drops to his knees before me, and the power I felt before becomes something more—crimson electricity shooting through me.

"If I lick it, it's mine," he says, and my leg keeping me standing nearly buckles.

I tug the fabric of my dress up, my panties still pushed to the side, pussy on full display.

"Do you understand me, Bambi?" he asks.

He needs my confirmation. Right now, I'd give him whatever he wants.

The light pattering of the rain hitting the trees sounds, sprinkles collecting on my fevered skin. "Yes, I understand."

It's barely out when he dives forward, mouth spreading around me, tongue lashing at me.

"Holy shit!" I moan, head falling back. My hand grips the back of the seat on the bike, and the other grips my dress tightly. "Holy shit!"

I've felt nothing like it. No vibrator can do his mouth justice, and though he keeps his fingers out of me, only teasing around my entrance every so often as he licks me, I know I can come like this. And soon.

He wastes no time on words. His tongue slips through my folds like I'm the first drop of rain in a summer filled with drought. The power of him on his knees, his face between my thighs, is giving me a high like nothing I've ever experienced.

"Brax, oh god, I'm going to... "

He presses in further, giving me more.

I soar higher and higher, my screams mixing with the sound of rain, telling the forest creatures what heaven feels like.

"Braxton!" I shout as my body shatters when he sucks my clit. He doesn't relent, he keeps sucking and licking until my legs are rocking, and my screams are incoherent babbles of lust-filled words.

When he stands, I can't make words. I can't think. My pussy is throbbing with joy, and I don't know how to thank him for what he's done.

Do you thank a man for that?

In all the porn I've ever watched, in the comfort of my room, with the door locked, the man always gets more than the woman. That is not the case with this biker. He's given me everything and hasn't demanded a fucking thing.

"Are you alright, Bambi? Though, should I call you Thumper? The way you vibrated when you came has me wondering." His smile is the calmest and most unburdened I've ever seen the man. I wonder if I didn't give him something in return, just by letting him have his way with me.

"Ha-Ha," I tease, shifting my panties back over my pussy and dropping my dress. My knees give out when I stand, and he captures me in his massive arms. Our faces are so close. Too close.

"Brax," I whisper, and he nods but doesn't speak.

Lightning cracks overhead, and it breaks the spell between us. "Come on, Bambi, we'd best get you home. "

Home?

After he's got me settled back behind him—his jacket on me to shield me from the pelting rain and his helmet firmly on my head—we race back the way we came.

Part of me wonders where we're going because I no longer have a home. Not since Charlotte stole it.

Not since Braxton stole me.

But I have a feeling it won't be that way for long.