Demon - Desert Rebels MC, #2

Demon - He's a known womanizer and a man with secrets, but he runs Desert Rebels with an iron fist. He had an old lady once, and he doesn't want another one. A spirited little club girl catches his eye, but fear of commitment forces him to push her away. Trouble and betrayal in the MC brings them back together, leaving him with a decision to make--either trust her and claim her, or send her away for good.
Bobbie - She's a club girl whose purpose is to satisfy the men, but there's only one man she wants--the president of Desert Rebels. He avoids her until the pain of seeing him with every other woman causes her to leave. But leaving doesn't keep her from getting into trouble with the club, and soon she's right back where she started. Distrust and betrayal comes between them, but Bobbie's determined to prove to Demon that she can be the old lady that he needs.
Excerpt -I dropped the towel and reached for my panties."You've lost weight."I screamed and jerkily grabbed my tee, bringing it up to cover me. My eyes darted to the bed where the voice had come from, finding Demon sitting up against the headboard with his long legs crossed at the ankles. Relief and anger vied for first place in my emotions, but anger won out."What the fuck, Demon?! What are you doing here? How did you get in?" I watched him like a hawk as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet.
A few short steps, and he was stopping in front of me. I forced myself to hold his sharp, assessing gaze. His eyes dropped down the front of me, burning me with their intensity. "Get dressed. You're going with me."His arrogance fueled my anger. "No. I'm not." I so wanted to slip into my tee, feeling exposed in spite of the fact that I was holding the shirt against my body. He'd seen me naked before, but this situation felt far more intimate than when he'd watched as I'd tried to wash Roland off of me.
His eyes hadn't held that predatory, hungry look like they were now. He took a threatening step closer. I took a step back, coming up against my dresser. I caught my breath, feeling a rush of heat envelop me. I did not want Demon, I didn't want him to touch me. I hated him. He leaned down close to my face. "I caught you with our enemies, bitch. Considering the trouble we've had and the fact that you conveniently left the club right before all that shit went down, you look guilty as fuck.""You're crazy!" I hissed.
"My leaving had nothing to do with what happened at the clubhouse, or with your brothers. As for finding me with your enemies, they took me, asshole. One of those cages was mine!" I was trembling with emotion. Something flickered in his eyes. "That may be, but there's still too many unanswered questions right now. Until I get to the fucking truth you'll be a guest of Desert Rebels.""Fuck you, Demon! Get out!""Maybe if you hadn't run, I wouldn't be here now, " he growled, so close to me I could feel his breath against my face.