I thrashed my head back and forth and didn’t know if I was ever going to feel the same way again.

My big biker had changed me.

He devoured me in the front of his old truck, there on the seat with people laughing and enjoying their late night dinners. He devoured my pussy and I didn’t do a thing to stop him, I couldn’t stop him.

The insane attraction I had for him was beyond my control, beyond forces and beyond anything I had the power to deal with. It would be like trying to stop a bolt of lightning or a windstorm.

Oh god, it was so shameless but I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to.

And I didn’t want to.

There was no way for me to push his mouth off of me, to close my legs to him, to tell him no.

Even if I’d been able to manage forming the word somewhere in the depths of my mind, even if no had been something I could comprehend in the midst of my sexual tornado, I wouldn’t have uttered it.

The only word that managed to make it across my tongue, over my lips, spilling from my mouth was, “Hatch.”

I said his name over and over until I climaxed, hitting a crescendo of orgasmic exultation, my body quivering and exploding in response to his attentions.

Afterwards I closed my eyes and let the tension drain from my limbs. The anticipation and frustration and all of the last few days of need were released when I came and I was left drained of all energy.

“My beautiful kitten,” he growled with pride and nibbled the inside of my thigh. “My gorgeous, perfect kitten.”

He kissed his way up my body and back to my mouth, our lips and tongues joining as if one, my taste heavy between us.

I could smell myself on his skin and it turned me on. I could taste myself on his tongue and it drove me wild with desire.

Everything about Hatch drove me wild with desire, it was beyond anything I’d ever experienced and it fucking terrified me.

I was always the girl who kept it together, stayed in control in every relationship or sexual encounter I’d ever had. I was brash, a tough talker, and my father’s daughter all the way when it came to power.

As in I never gave mine up. Ever. Even when supposedly capitulating to my father’s demands, I was in charge. I had a plan.

But Hatch…oh god damn, Hatch.

Power with him oozed from his pores, his sexy swagger told everyone within a ten mile radius that he took no shit, and the fact that he could have me spread out like a common whore with just a couple tugs on my panties meant that he had all of it in this situation.

And the strangest thing of all?

I loved it. I felt free. Not overthinking my feelings with Hatch was the most freeing thing of all.

And it wasn’t even necessarily that he was in control, it was if fate was in control…as if we were both caught up in something bigger than both of us, a force of nature that was behind the feelings that were growing between us.

He broke apart from the kiss, wrapped his hand in my hair and stared into my eyes. The light from the parking lot near the taco truck illuminated his face, making him seem intense and almost feral.

It turned my insides to jelly, made my stomach quiver in anticipation at the hunger in his eyes.

“You are mine,” he said at last. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t growl or posture, he stated it simply as if it were just a fact.

My first instinct was to struggle against him, deny him, tell him he was being ridiculous, but he wasn’t.

I believed him when he said it.

I believed him because I felt it.

I exhaled and relaxed in his arms. “I know,” I replied and closed my eyes.

And I did know it. I felt it. I couldn’t deny it.

Something had happened between us and something even greater was going to happen.

I wanted to be his, I wanted to belong to him.

In fact, I already did.

“I need to feel you, kitten. Let’s go.” His urgency lent his voice an edge that told me he wasn’t kidding around. His need was as great as mine, if not greater.

“Can we go back to your place?”

“I’m staying with a friend. How about your place?”

“I live with my dad at the Millennium. It might be hard to sneak you past him.”

“You’re not ready to introduce me to dear old dad?” He grinned, a lopsided smile that almost made me say fuck it and take him back to bring him in front of Las Vegas’s biggest mob boss, my father.

But even though Hatch was a biker and kind of a bad ass himself, I was nervous about bringing him into my world. My father liked slick, slime ball men. He’d always imagined marrying me off to some underworld prince, like I was royalty and we were looking to join our countries.

But I had different ideas, I always had. Sure I’d dated some of the men from my world, but I’d always pushed them around and had always let them know from the get go that I wasn’t easily hurt, if at all.

Even the couple times crime boss’s sons had gotten rough with me and used their hands on me had ended with them getting a well-placed stiletto to the balls or a fist in their face.

I wasn’t the girl you fucked around with, or on, and I wouldn’t tolerate much at all.

But Hatch.

God damned, Hatch.

He was different. I wasn’t embarrassed by him at all. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He wasn’t slick, he obviously hadn’t come from money, and he obviously wasn’t a slime ball.

He was rough around the edges, a little gruff and brooding and more than a little mysterious.

And hot. My god, he was hot. He was like that guy who played the barbarian on that show about dragons…but even better because he was in real life and right in front of me.

What worried me about him meeting my father was actually dear old dad.

My father liked control and he liked power, and I knew he’d make a play to control Hatch the moment he realized how much the renegade biker dude with the big muscles and the old pickup truck meant to me.

And that meant for the first time in my life, my father would have something on me. I would have a weak spot.

Hatch was my power, he was my strength, but in the world of underworld crime he was also my weakness.

“I would love for you to meet my father, but not now. Not yet. Not until you understand more about me.”

He raised his eyebrows at that. “It seems we both have things we need to tell each other. But fuck the words for now, I want to fuck you, kitten. I want you. Your taste is driving me half mad already and I need to bury myself so deep inside your cunt we don’t know where our bodies end or begin.”

My heart literally skipped a beat and I stopped breathing at his declaration. I wanted him so bad, but not here, not in the truck. I wanted to stretch out next to his massive, muscled frame and climb him like a mountain range. I wanted to ride him like a bull. I wanted to have our bodies entwined while we slept.

“Can we sneak into your friend’s place?” I asked, giving him a cocky grin of my own. “I promise to be quiet.”

“There’s no way you’ll be able to keep quiet when I’m pounding into your tight little pussy,” he chuckled and stroked his chin. “Yeah, fuck it. Let’s go to my friend’s place. If we knock a couple walls down, I’ll build Brady new ones.”

“Sounds good to me, I might even help. I’d probably look good with one of those tool belts on.”

“As long as it’s just the tool belt, although I have a feeling you’d look good in any damned thing.”

I laughed and took his hand as he slid over behind the wheel. He tugged me over to sit next to him and drove with one hand around my shoulder the entire way.

We ended up out in one of the endless suburbs that surrounded the city, but I didn’t care. As long as I was with Hatch and as long as he wanted me as his woman, he could take me to hell and back for all it mattered.

Even hell would be a better place than anywhere else without him.