The ride back from the beach is awkward; Shadow is tense the whole time compared to how relaxed he was on the ride there. He keeps his hands on the handlebars and not on my thigh. I can tell he is not happy he told me something personal. I wish I hadn’t pushed him to share.

We pull up to the clubhouse and I see my mother outside. To say she has a scowl on her face is an understatement. I climb off the bike and she instantly starts yelling at me regardless of the many people around. Apparently the after party has started.

“Where the hell have you been? Why are you on that bike with the likes of him?” She slurs. I raise an eyebrow. I don’t think I have ever seen my mother drunk before.

She grabs my arm as I try to walk past her. “You answer me right now,” she yells, gathering more attention from everyone.

I yank my arm away from her and glare in her direction; she stumbles backwards from the force of my tugging. How dare she ask where I was? And why I was on the back of his bike is even less of her business. Screw her and her lies. I am no longer going to follow her every wish and command. It’s time to start thinking for myself; living my own life. As I continue past her, she starts screaming at Shadow to stay away from me. I'm sure he won’t argue with that.

The clubhouse is crowded with people. I smell cheap perfume mixed with alcohol and cigarette smoke. There's a funny smell that I assume is marijuana. The lights are low so it's hard for me to recognize anyone as I push my way through the main room. Twisted Sister's “We're Not Gonna Take It” is blaring from the stereo system and I think how fitting that song is for what I'm feeling at this exact moment. I'm not gonna take my mother's shit anymore. It'll be hard for her to throw me out now that Bull and I have gotten close. That should piss her off.

I make my way to my room and lock the door. My dad, eh, Bull, asked me to stay in here so I sit on my bed unsure of what to do next. I don’t know if I should call him dad or Bull; everything is still so awkward. I look over and see a laptop on the dresser. Hmm, I wonder if the internet has anything on the club. Maybe then I can see why my mother is so concerned. I reach over and grab the laptop before giving it a second thought.

When the browser loads, I type in “Devil's Dust Motorcycle Club”. The search engine instantly pops up with pages of news articles, yikes. The club has been linked to multiple murders, missing persons, possible gun running, and the list goes on and on. Holy shit, I’m not prepared for this. After opening every news story and article, it seems they have never been charged with any of the allegations they were supposedly “linked” to. Witnesses either went missing, were found dead, or changed their story. Hmm? Well you know what they say, “innocent until proven guilty”. I slap the laptop closed not wanting to dig any further. Deep down I know better, but this is the story I am sticking to. I feel safe here, maybe it is because I’m the president’s daughter. I know nobody will fuck with me, or they will end up in a ditch or with a bullet in their leg. I lay back on the bed. I can hear the music thumping against my wall. I could just go grab a soda and come right back. No harm in that, right? I can even go check on my mother; she was pretty pissed.

I open my door slowly and peek out; it is still crazy. Cigarette and marijuana smoke fill my lungs, making me cough. It’s loud and people are everywhere. I slide out of the door and go to the end of the hall where my mom's room is. When I open the door, she is passed out with a bottle of booze next to the bed. Good Lord; how pathetic. I cover her up with a blanket and lock and shut her door as I leave.

When I make my way into the main lobby, I'm shocked. I've never seen so many people with so few clothes on in my life. I see people dancing on each other, giving lap dances, and others just genuinely having a good time. The stereo is now blaring “Figured You Out” by Nickelback, another one of my favorites. Not really noticing anyone, I head for the kitchen. Just before entering, I glance back at the crowd and like the Red Sea parting, there's a clearing of bodies. My vision reaches into the corner where the club whore, Candy, is straddling Shadow's lap. My blood heats to a dangerous level; the scene making me jealous.

Why am I jealous?

She has her bleach blonde hair pulled into a sloppy bun with little strands dangling everywhere. Her bright pink tank top is way too tight, and her black shorts don't cover her ass. And those pink high heels... club whore is a fitting name for her. I feel vomit rise in my throat just looking at them. Shadow's eyes lock onto mine; mesmerizing me. I push the vomit down and stare back, not blinking. He raises his left eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving upward into a smug smile as he pulls Candy closer to him, kissing her neck. His eyes are daring and dark, sending a message, “Look what I got.” He is trying to make me jealous. He didn’t have to try; I already am and I hate it.

Two can play this game; I walk onto the floor and see a gorgeous man with blond, curly hair and tattoos up and down his arms.  It is dark so I can’t quite make out what his cut says, but, who cares, he is handsome. I step in front of him and start dancing seductively, hoping my provocative behavior will entice the stranger. He makes claim to my body without hesitation, placing his huge hands on my waist and pushing his groin up against my buttocks. I look down and see “TCB” tattooed on top of his left hand. What the hell does that mean? I sway my hips in time to the music with his. Taking my left arm, I bring it up over my head and hook it around the back of his neck. He takes his fingers and slides them down my elbow to my shoulder. Other than a tickle, his touch doesn’t shoot sparks or butterflies anywhere in my body.

“Bobby, I didn’t know you had a death wish, brother.” Startled, I look beside us. Shadow’s standing there eyeing the man he just called Bobby with a death stare. I look over to where I last saw Shadow and see Candy sitting on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot, and pouting.

“Don’t be a cock block, Shadow. Get lost,” Bobby says, pulling me closer. What the hell was Shadow getting at, coming over here acting like that! I smile sweetly at Shadow and let Bobby’s large frame cocoon mine.

“She’s all yours,” Shadow smiles wolfishly, his daring eyes never leaving mine. “I’m sure Bull won't mind if you dry fuck his daughter.” He says that last line casually. I glare at Shadow before looking at Bobby. He looks at me closely, then does a double take. He throws his hands in the air like I’m fire; shit. I snap my eyes in Shadow's direction and he's laughing. I whirl back to reassure Bobby, only to find him already dancing with another girl.

“You asshole.” I shove Shadow in the shoulder. “Who do you think you are?” I scream, my level of anger at its highest. My violent shove stops his laughter; his face turns serious. I wanted to make him jealous, but did he have to announce to everyone I am Bull’s daughter. Between my mother and Bull, I’ll never be able to let loose and live.

“If you’re going to act like a whore, maybe you should go hang out with them.” His tone serious, he points toward a corner full of girls who were half dressed and quite drunk; club whores.

I shove my hand at his chest again. “Fuck You, Shadow!” I scream, hatred lacing each word.

I stomp off to my room, pushing muscled and half naked bodies out of the way, not caring who I knock over in the process. I want to slap Shadow; scream at him for being such an ass. I can't believe how I can be so turned on by just looking at him, yearning for the simple touch of his fingers. And then seeing Candy receive that touch instead... I wanted to round house her ass for just sitting on his lap. I have never been so angry with anyone in my life like I am right now with Shadow.

I make it to my room and stand there; I wrap my arms around my middle trying to settle my manic behavior. My chest heaves and my legs wobble from the anger building within me. He called me a whore, the bastard.

I hear the door open and shut quickly. Glancing over, I see Shadow standing just inside with that toe-curling grin of his. I still want to slap that damn grin right off his face; he loves that he’s driving me crazy. The anger inside amplifies at the thought. I walk up to him, pull my hand back and slap him. His head whips to the side. He clenches his jaw and stares at me with hooded eyes. My hand stings from the harsh contact, but I refuse to acknowledge the pain and raise my hand to slap him again; not having felt any relief from the first one. He catches my hand by the wrist, mid-air. I raise my other hand in an attempt to slap him and he catches that wrist, too. He whips me around and slams me against the door; both of my hands are now pinned above my head. I look into his eyes, they’re dilated with anger.

He lets go of my hands and punches the door behind me. His growl makes me jump with fear. His face is red with rage, his fists balled at his sides. He’s pissed!

“Get out!” I yell, pointing at the door. He turns and looks at me, his eyes now savage. Making me his prey, he stalks toward me and pins my arms above my head again; only this time I don’t fight him. Why? “Yell at him, tell him to fuck off. You want nothing to do with him. He called you a whore,” I scream internally.

He pulls my chin up to face him, and lowers his lips just above mine. His breathing is harsh and deranged; his lips barely a hair's breadth away, “I’m sick of these games, Dani!” he snarls.

“You? How do you think I feel?” I say roughly. I turn my head, his lips brushing against my skin in the process. “Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.” I whisper, venom pouring over each word.

“You want me to leave you alone, huh? Is that what you really want?” He shakes me against the door like a disobedient child. I stare into his sinister blue eyes, now a darker hue. I don’t know what I want anymore. I know messing with Shadow is a signed death certificate but I can’t shake the magnetism I have for him. Telling him I do want him would mean he wins; a game of control he clearly needs. Can I give control like that to someone I barely know?

Taking advantage of my hesitation, he leans in close. “I call bullshit,” he whispers, his lips brushing my own. This fight is pure sexual tension. I cannot deny it any longer, and by the look in his eyes neither can he. So what if I’m just a one-night stand? So what if I'm just another notch on his belt? Maybe having sex will finally get him out of my system. The way my body craves his touch makes me take the risk.

“I want you,” I whisper, my admission catching me by surprise. Did I really just say that?

“Say it again, Dani,” he demands. Our rage and anger melt into sexual energy. His alpha male attitude makes me delirious with arousal.

“I. Want. You.” I form the words with each sultry breath.

He releases my arms and swiftly lifts me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I grab his head and tangle my fingers in his messy black hair. Pulling his face close, I smash my lips into his. His lips part mine as my tongue demands entry; he tastes of alcohol and weed. Our anger replaced with raw passion; we bite, lick, and suck each other’s mouths; savoring the taste of one another. A moan escapes me as I draw my head back, allowing Shadow to dive into the crook of my neck, kissing and nipping, causing me to moan louder.

Shadow pulls back. “I win,” he hisses. His tongue licking up my jaw line causes me to breathe heavily. His eyes show me the beast that lives within, circling in its cage waiting to be released.

He’s right. I just verbally confirmed that I want him. Who knows what twisted demented things he will do with my confession.

“Goddamn, you smell like heaven,” his lips whisper against my skin. “It’s not that I didn’t want you, you know. I've wanted you since I first saw your stuck up ass walk out of the airport,” he confesses. He pulls back again and looks into my eyes. “But this could get me killed.” His voice is solemn, taking me out of the moment.

He licks the sweat beads forming on my neck and my legs naturally tighten around his waist. His lips spread across my neck and jawbone like wild fire; igniting a spark I desperately need for him to put out. I reach for the bottom of my shirt and his hands support my back while I pull it off over my head. He pushes my body higher against the door and lays wet kisses in between my breasts. He walks us to the bed and gently lays me down as he slowly lowers his own toned physique over my tiny frame. He rests his weight on one elbow and using his other hand unclasps my lacy bra. My nipples instantly harden from the cool air when they are released from their cups, causing me to gasp.

“You are fucking perfect.” His calloused hands greedily grab my breasts, kneading and teasing them, causing my back to arch into his touch, pleading for more.

“Dani,” he pauses to catch his breath and lifts himself up some. My body immediately aches for his touch. “If you're having any second thoughts, we need to quit right now because I won’t be able to stop once you are all mine.”

His gesture is kind, but my need is crude. At this point I don’t care, I just want more of him; now. “Don’t stop, Shadow,” I whisper, my breathing sporadic. I clench my hands in his shirt, pulling him back to me.

He removes his leather cut and tosses it on a stained chair in the corner of the room. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing perfectly toned pecs and a slim, tight abdomen. A happy trail leads down into a V that disappears into his low cut jeans. Oh, holy mother of God, give me strength; I want it all!

My tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip; I want to eat him up. I kiss his chest, licking around his nipple before giving it a light tug. He moans as my teeth pinch the soft skin. He unbuttons his jeans and tugs them off his hips. Once they’re down to his ankles, he uses his feet to push them off each leg. My eyes widen at the impressive length pressing against the fabric of his white boxer briefs, demanding to be released. My cheeks suddenly flush, my body temperature rising. He arrogantly smiles before he climbs back on top of me, spreading my legs open with his. His hand rubs the inner crotch of my jeans, causing my panties to dampen. He knows every button to push, there is no question there, and he is about to find out just how inexperienced I am. He may not like it if I surprise him with something like that. He starts sucking on my earlobe as his hands fiddle with the button on my jeans. Shit, shit, shit!

“Uh, Shadow,” I say, nervously.

“Yeah?” He answers, pulling my fingers away from my lips. Shit, I didn’t even notice I was doing that again.

“I, uh, I’m a virgin.” I sputter, awkwardly.

He lifts off me instantly. Shit, I should have just let him figure it out.

“Fuck,” he pauses. “I mean, I thought you might be.”

I turn my head and look at the wall, biting my lower lip in embarrassment.

“Hey,” he whispers, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. He is so sweet when he wants to be. “We can go as slow as you like, Dani. I’ll be gentle.” I swear he is cooing.

Holy shit, who is this man, and where did my badass biker go?

I nod my head, afraid I may chicken out if I give myself the opportunity to speak.

He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off of me. Then he tucks a finger under each side of my white, lacy panties and slowly slides them down my legs, his fingers blazing a trail of fire all the way to my toes. He leans back on his heels and looks at my naked body displayed before him. Leaning in, he takes one of my nipples between his teeth and gently bites down, blending pleasure with pain and making me feel buzzed. I can feel his engorged manhood against my already wet heat. I slide my feet up his legs to the waistband of his underwear. Tucking my toes under the elastic, I push them over his cute firm ass and down his legs. His cock springs free against my abdomen.

“Anxious, baby?” He asks arrogantly. I roll my eyes at his self-assured tone.

He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. ”Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me,” he hisses, kissing my jawline. His demanding ways make me whimper, but in a good way. His tone is serious, and anything but playful, but I can’t help but be aroused at his roughness.

His fingers spread my sensitive folds to allow entry. He suddenly dips his fingers in my wet heat, spreading the moisture up and down my clit. I dive my hands into my hair and arch my back, rocking my hips into his touch. “Holy shit, you're wet,” he whispers, breathlessly.

He lifts his fingers and slowly slips them into his hungry mouth; he sucks hard, savoring my juices.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” he says, ducking his head in between my thighs. I raise up on my elbows watching him lay light kisses on my clit before going further down and plunging his warm tongue deep inside. I collapse off my elbows and fall back, moaning loudly. Thank God, the music is so loud that nobody can hear me. It feels so warm and wet, my sex clenches wanting release. He takes his other hand and presses lightly on my stomach, lowering my arched body down onto the bed. He flicks his tongue between my folds, teasing me, and then sucks my clit into his hot mouth roughly. My body pushes back into the bed and my hands fly into his messy hair.

“Don’t you cum,” Shadow orders, as he lifts his head up from between my thighs. My wetness drenches his stubble and lips. He puts his hands on my knees and positions his pulsing erection against my wet opening. I close my eyes tight, waiting for him to plow into me.

“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he says sweetly. I comply and open my eyes, slowly.

“Shit, hang on.” He climbs off of me, exposing my body to the coolness of the air. I hear a foil wrapper rip and watch him roll the rubber onto his shaft.

“Okay,” he says, climbing in between my legs again.

I look deeply into his beautiful, stormy eyes as he pushes the tip of himself into my wet opening. I wince, and dig my nails into the sheets as he slides in deeper; his eyes never leaving mine. It’s the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed.

“You okay?” he asks, concerned.

“Yeah, just don’t stop,” I reply back, my breathing now chaotic.

I can feel myself stretch and pull to accommodate his impressive size. It stings yet feels amazing. Once he is in as far as my body will allow, he stills, letting my body acclimate to his length.

“The hard part is over.” He leans down and kisses me hungrily, biting my bottom lip as he rocks his hips back and forth.

“Here comes the fun part.” He smiles from ear to ear, causing me to smile too.

My legs wrap around his body as he thrusts his way in and out of me. He lifts his hand and grabs my right leg pulling it even tighter around his waist. The sound of our sweaty bodies smacking against each other fills the room. There is nothing, just me and him. The music is muffled by our heavy breaths and light moans. Time is standing still as I lose my innocence to the devil himself.

He grabs my ass cheeks lifting me slightly off the bed. He thrusts harder making me whimper. “You are so fucking tight; I don’t think I will last long.” His confession heightens my arousal that much more.

I detach my nails from the sheets and explore his immaculate chest. His head falls back and he lets out a raw growl with my touch; his hips pick up speed. One of his hands finds one of my over-sensitive nipples and pinches it as the other hand trails down my stomach, over my pubic hair, to my clit. He starts to move his finger in circular motions over my clit; it’s my undoing.

Warmth floods my feet, making my toes curl, shooting the flame up my legs and in between my thighs. My body convulses with explosive tingles, my sex clenching his cock like a vise. My nails grab at his back as I arch my body into his. I scream out in pleasure as he thrusts harder. I thrash my head to the side and bite at the loose sheet as his body stiffens. I feel his thick warm seed fill the latex before he falls on top of me.

We lay here panting, trying to catch our breath. Shadow slowly withdraws his rock hard erection from my wet sleeve, making me wince from the void his absence has left. He rolls the condom off his length with his fingers and tosses it into the corner of the room. Is there even a trashcan over there?

“Sleep,” he whispers in my ear. He pulls my back to his chest, his body cocooning mine. This feels so right, but so wrong. After coming down from my sexual high, my rationalizing comes in. I can’t stomach being another notch on his bedpost, but I knew that was a possibility before I handed him my virginity on a silver platter. I know deep in my gut Shadow is anything but out of my system, he’s an addictive drug and I want more to satisfy my craving. I close my eyes, trying to summon sleep. Listening to the loud crowd in the club and the thud of the music slowly takes me under.