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  • Resist Me(Men of Inked #5)(11) by Chelle Bliss
  • As Tommy took his place on the bike, keeping a lookout for any stragglers from the club, I sighed and tangled my fingers together behind my head. Thankfully my back was to him. In this position, my br**sts were pushed out farther, leaving myself exposed. He started at my wrists, brushing against my skin with the tip of his rough fingers. Tiny sparks shot down my arms, a direct line to my ni**les. I opened my eyes, sucking in a breath before closing them again.

    I didn’t have to see his face to know that he had a grin dancing across his lips. His giant hands swept down my arms and stopped just above my ribcage. The tips of his fingers grazed my br**sts as his hands slipped down the front of my torso before he searched my waistband.

    No matter how hard I tried to control a reaction or think of anything other than his hands on me, my body responded. I twitched and silently swore. I rolled my eyes at the feeling of being defeated. He knew in that moment that he had an effect on me. I was f**king doomed.

    I could feel his breath against my ear. My body shuddered as my heart skipped a beat, before it was gone and his hands slid down my legs.

    Please don’t…


    His thumbs touched the holy land as his hands glided up my legs. As he reached the V of my legs, I swear to shit my heart stopped dead in my chest. I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my insides as my head dropped.

    I was happy when his hands left my legs until he caressed my ass, all in the name of a search, but I knew he was enjoying it too much when he gave it a quick, hard squeeze.

    “Must you?” I whispered as he moved closer, reaching into my pockets.

    “Yes,” he whispered back, his mouth coming close to my ear. “Think of all the fun we’re going to have as I give you a ride.”

    “You’re an ass**le,” I hissed, turning my face to look at his profile.

    “That’s one part of you I haven’t yet explored,” he whispered in my ear, low and close enough that Tommy couldn’t hear.

    I gulped, closing my eyes and using all of my self-control not to turn around and give him a piece of my mind. I couldn’t react in front of my brother or the other eyes that could possibly be on us.

    “What do we have here, ma’am?” James asked, pulling his hand from my pocket and dangling the small bag in front of my face.

    “It’s not mine, officer,” I pleaded, shaking my head and playing the part.

    “Place your hands behind your back. I’m placing you under arrest,” he said, grabbing my arm, gingerly moving it away from my head and down to the small of my back.

    “Must we do this?” I asked, looking toward Tommy.

    Tommy winked, not giving any other physical indication that everything was okay.

    “We must, doll. Give me your other hand.”

    I wrinkled my nose and ground my teeth as I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs slap against my wrist. Great. Not only was I being placed in his custody, I was starting off bound and in his possession without a means of escape. Being with the men of the MC had felt less scary than what I felt about being a captive for James.

    “I’ll leave them loose so they won’t pinch, but you can’t get out. Not yet at least,” he said as a low, slow laugh tickled my ear.

    I glared at Tommy, not looking at James as he marched me toward the back of the police cruiser. He placed his hand on my head as he helped me into the back seat.

    “Stay put,” he ordered as I moved my legs inside.

    “Where the f**k am I going, genius?” I blurted out, the anger dripping from my voice. My hands were restrained behind my back and I was about to be locked in the police car.

    “You better watch that smart mouth of yours, doll.” He grinned, leaning against the frame of the car.

    “Or what? Are you going to rough me up, Jimmy?” I snuggled back into the seat, adjusting my body and trying to find a comfortable position.

    “I’d hate to add resisting arrest to your charges.” His grin turned into a smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips.

    “Just get this shit over with so we can get the f**k out of here,” I hissed, not finding him charming at all.

    “As you wish.” He slammed the car door, leaving me with my thoughts as he approached Tommy and spoke with him.

    I watched through the windshield as they exchanged some heated words—or at least they made it seem like they were. A dull ache settled in my chest as I watched them speak. This would be the last time I’d see my brother for some time. The not knowing was the worst part. Tommy looked over at me a couple of times as they finished their conversation. My nose began to tickle as tears threatened to fall.

    When James slid into the front seat, he didn’t speak. He turned on the car and started to pull away after Thomas had sped down the road.

    “When are you going to let me out of these f**king cuffs?” I asked. My wrists already felt the bite from the metal digging into my skin.

    “Tomorrow,” he answered calmly, looking at me in the rearview mirror. His eyes changed from the smile I couldn’t see but knew was there.

    “You can’t keep me like this until tomorrow.” Anger built inside me. My body was almost vibrating as I stared at him in the mirror.

    I knew I was now a pawn in his game. I’d have to play by his rules. I was pissed at Thomas for leaving me with James, and at ass**le Flash for being an idiot and not realizing the amount of shit he was bringing me around this weekend.

    James looked at the road, the corner of his eye crinkling as he spoke. “Harder for you to run away like that. Plus, you look f**king sexy when you’re pissed off, Izzy.”

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