extra emphasis. A stupid question I know the answer to, but hell this is for a little show. He laughs like my question is absurd. “Girl, I'd fuck you. I'd marry. You want it, name it sweet thing.” Tanks big hand wraps around my arm. Tugging me harshly away from the man before I can finish proving my point. My side slamming into his stomach from his hard tug. Point proven any way. Snatching myself away from the both of them I throw my head back and laugh, hard. I strange sense of triumph settles over me. My ego smiles. I won this shit. “The fuck! ...” slimy grunts. A loud bone crunching crack breaking the silence. Blood spews from the guy’s nose. Tank's face full of fury and rage. Murder in those eyes. Even murderous he makes me wet. I need help. “Never fuckin' touch her.” Tanks voice is low and mean. Grabbing the guy by the throat he holds his crumpled body up. “I don't fuckin' care if she asks ya too. You see her, you walk the other way. You touch her again I'll snap your fuckin' neck. You got me,” he growls. The guy nods enthusiastically, a painful pinch to his face. Dropping the guy to the floor Tank turns to me. His next target. “You,” he points bloody knuckled fingers at me. “get your fuckin' ass over here.” He thinks I'm coming to him he's lost his fucking mind. “Fuck off,” I throw over my shoulder taking off towards the door. Looking around I'm thankful this place is pretty dead. Gin and Peaches are in his room, everyone else is either out, in the shop, or in their rooms. No one around to see our little show. A big hard body hits me from behind. Body flung over his shoulder he turns back around heading for the back of the club. Dangling from his arms my body bounces when he walks. Striding through the club with me wailing, kicking, and hitting him at him he purposefully ignores me. “Set me the fuck down!” Pushing through a door he throws me like a rag doll onto a bed. Bouncing around on his bed I hold onto the anger, because at any other time that might have been kind of fun. Kicking the door closed with a loud crack. I hear the lock slide shut. Oh shit.
“Fuck, ya made your God damn point Lil,” Tank barks at me. Pacing back and forth in front of me. He's running angry hands through his hair. Huffing and puffing he's mad as hell. Wearing a tight blue tee I can the bunch and strain in his arms from his restraint. He's trying hard not to put his hands of me. Trying to keep his anger in check. That mean biker brat in me rears her ugly head again. “Like I said if it ain't gunna to be you baby, it'll be someone else,” I taunt with a mean little laugh. I let my cruel words dangle. “Education Lil. I said I can’t; don't mean I didn't want too.” Staring at me he's silent again, but he looks like he either wants to slap the shit out of me or throttle me. “You don't want it, there are plenty who do.” I add insult to injury. Anger flares in his eyes. Spinning around he lunges at me. Oh shit. Covering my body with his. Knocking me backwards hard. His body pushing mine flat onto my back on the bed. Trapped under him, hands pinned above my head with one of his big hands. “You don't think I want to fuck you? You don't think I've wanted to be buried balls deep in you since the moment you walked your sexy fuckin' ass into the God damn chapel? I'll put it down for you if you need baby.” His words harsh and angry. Still mad as fuck I can't seem to focus on anything other than being shot down down stairs. “I can have ...” His big hand covers my mouth, effectively shutting me up. “Shut the fuck up ...” he rasps heavily. I can feel the slight tremor in his hand from his contained anger. “Yeah I fuckin' know you can have any dick you want. I don't fuckin' like it, but fuck do I know it. But the only dick you're gettin' is mine, because I got it for ya it ya need it.” That handsome face softens with the slightest bit of care when he looks down at me.
“Fuck, ya made your God damn point Lil,” Tank barks at me. Pacing back and forth in front of me. He's running angry hands through his hair. Huffing and puffing he's mad as hell. Wearing a tight blue tee I can the bunch and strain in his arms from his restraint. He's trying hard not to put his hands of me. Trying to keep his anger in check. That mean biker brat in me rears her ugly head again. “Like I said if it ain't gunna to be you baby, it'll be someone else,” I taunt with a mean little laugh. I let my cruel words dangle. “Education Lil. I said I can’t; don't mean I didn't want too.” Staring at me he's silent again, but he looks like he either wants to slap the shit out of me or throttle me. “You don't want it, there are plenty who do.” I add insult to injury. Anger flares in his eyes. Spinning around he lunges at me. Oh shit. Covering my body with his. Knocking me backwards hard. His body pushing mine flat onto my back on the bed. Trapped under him, hands pinned above my head with one of his big hands. “You don't think I want to fuck you? You don't think I've wanted to be buried balls deep in you since the moment you walked your sexy fuckin' ass into the God damn chapel? I'll put it down for you if you need baby.” His words harsh and angry. Still mad as fuck I can't seem to focus on anything other than being shot down down stairs. “I can have ...” His big hand covers my mouth, effectively shutting me up. “Shut the fuck up ...” he rasps heavily. I can feel the slight tremor in his hand from his contained anger. “Yeah I fuckin' know you can have any dick you want. I don't fuckin' like it, but fuck do I know it. But the only dick you're gettin' is mine, because I got it for ya it ya need it.” That handsome face softens with the slightest bit of care when he looks down at me.
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