My frustration is at an all-time high. Anger, lust, uncertainty all swirling around in me like a damn tornado as I take the stairs two at a time toward my room. There has to be a way to get ATF off our back, satisfy our debt with the Demon Sons, and revenge Fuel without sacrificing Raven. There’s so much about this woman I don’t know. So many secrets. Yet the thought of not keeping her around is like a stab in the gut. Could Tank be right, is history repeating itself?
When I spot Reaper standing in front of my door, his massive size dwarfing the door frame my pulse races. His arms are folded over each other against his chest so that the full Grim Reaper tapestry tattooed across them forms a full image. If the impressive design isn’t mind blowing enough you should hear the story of him inking it himself. Tank put the scariest mother fucker in the club on her door. She must be scared out of her mind. I promised to protect her, not keep her prisoner.
The vein on my neck throbs so hard I might have an aneurysm. “She’s not a fucking prisoner.” I snarl.
He lowers his angry eyes down at me and shrugs, “Just doing what I’m told.”
“Get the fuck out of here, man. Find some patch whore to wreck and chill the fuck out.” A man his size can do real damage to a pussy. I should know, I can hear his whores scream through the wall that separates our rooms.
Maybe pussy is what I need. As soon as I see her, my cock is in agreement. She’s sitting on the edge of my bed in a pair of shorts and a black tank top with a red Krymson Destroyers logo on the front. No one has ever worn our colors better.
She jumps to her feet, a smile spreading across those juicy lips. “You’re back.”
I scan her body for bruises, “Did Tank hurt you?”
She looks at me with a puzzled look. “No. Tank and I just had a misunderstanding.”
When I’m satisfied there are no new marks marring her perfect body, I close in on her. I’m as desperate for answers as I am for her. I want to touch her, want to hear her scream my name, but I stop short of grabbing her and fucking her out of my system.
“Time to fess up little bird.”
“What do you mean?” Diverting her eyes to her wrist, she fiddles with her bracelet. Do I make her nervous or is she scared of telling me the truth?
“It seems I’m harboring a fugitive, so it’s only fair that I know what you’ve done.” I move closer to her, wrapping my arm around her waist and tilting her head up with the other until her eyes meet mine.
Her body trembles against my chest, her eyes watering. “Why do you want to help me so bad? You should know others have tried and failed.”
Tears trickle down her eyes, I wipe her wet check with my thumb, catching them as they fall. “I’m not like the others.”
Every second I spend in her presence only complicates matters more. Losing all self-control, I take from her what I need. I hoist her up and claim her lips with an intensity that curls my toes and sends shock waves up my spine. My tongue demands her mouth’s compliance. If she won’t give me the answers I need, she’ll give me this. She moans against my lips as I pull her closer, my hard cock pressing against her stomach. Her body plays right into my hands, weakening within my grasp. Am I a bastard for seducing her to get the answers I need? Yup. But I can’t control myself. I’m drawn to her like a magnet, and answers aren’t all I need from her. I’m out of my mind with the need to consume her. To fill every void within me with her soft moans. I need her as much as she needs me to prove she can trust me with her secrets.
Her breathes are labored as she slides through my grasp, lowering herself off the tips of her toes. “I’m scared.”
I rest my forehead against hers, my voice rough and ragged, “Trust me little bird.” When she doesn’t speak, I take her by the hand. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”
Chapter 15
