There was nothing wrong with sucking a cop off. He needed the relief, and so did she.

She was hungry for a dick, and all it had taken was a few choice words to O’Klaren and he’d brought her to this hotel room.

She smiled at how easy it was, but then, men were so easy.

As she choked on his length, O’Klaren groaned.

She stared up at him with tears in her eyes as he forced her head down onto more of his length. At one point she felt like she was going to choke to death, but he let up with a moan.

He was so close, and she smiled up at him.

“So, you were saying your daughter is special to the club,” O’Klaren said.

“Yes. She’s protected, but I can promise you, you want to get her on her own. You won’t be disappointed if you do.”

She licked the tip, and he began to pump into her mouth. She hated sucking dick, but this would be worth it. She had no doubt O’Klaren would find a way to get her daughter away from the club, and in doing so, she’d no longer become the center of attention.

“I’m working on getting her. I’m curious though, why would you help me, and use your own daughter to get it?”

“Nothing we do here can ever leave here. I’m helping you because it’s time for me to be in control. I’m tired of being turned away, but they won’t do it anymore.”

She intended to become the doting mother, and no one would doubt her. They certainly wouldn’t believe she’d sold out her own daughter so she could get the attention and love she craved.

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

“I’m the size of a tank,” Robin said, lowering herself into the dining room chair.

Bishop snorted. “You’re not.”

“Fine, a baby elephant.”

“You’re not that big,” Preacher said.

“I can’t see my feet. My boobs hurt, and I’ve got a backache. I’ve got a couple more months yet.” She had stopped going to school as well. Last week she’d had some blood when she went to the toilet, and to make sure she was safe, Randall had advised she finish her schooling from home.

She had hoped to keep on going to school, but Preacher arranged for all of her classes to be taken from home. Bishop took her homework in, gathered her assignments, and dealt with all the go-between stuff.

“You’re doing what every pregnant woman is. You’re beautiful,” Preacher said. “Right, Bishop?”

“Yes, you’re beautiful. You don’t need me to tell you that. You’re stunning.” Bishop gripped her hand.

She tried not to look at Preacher to see how he was reacting to this touch.