I meant it when I said Raven belongs to me now and nothing and no one will stand in my way. Especially not the fucking asshole that would rather mark her with bruises than his body. I lean in, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth. I bite down gently around the soft flesh. I want her to feel me lingering on her lips while I’m gone. “When I get back, I am going to devour that mouth of yours and that sweet pussy.”
It’s all I can do to tear myself away from her, but there’s a lot of work to do before heading out.
Chapter 17
Raven
Chainz slips away toprepare for tonight’s ride, leaving me standing in the middle of the rec room floor with my fingers pressed to my lips. After his declaration that I belonged to him, I thought he would kiss me but instead he bites my bottom lip. Not hard enough to hurt but just enough to leave me wanting more. My brain tells me to fear this man, but my body tells me to embrace it. I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay and fulfill his promise to devour me. Thoughts of how his body will feel inside of me, takes over my every thought. I have fantasized about that moment for months and now it might be a possibility, but first he has to get through this run and return to me.
I overheard the plan from where I was sitting on the couch and it sounds dangerous. Not only the mission, but that he’s going up against Adam. Both of them are strong, but Adam is a psycho which worries me. I hope Chainz doesn’t underestimate his level of crazy when it comes to me.
I spot Tank rushing toward the hallway that leads to Church and quickly make my way closer to him before he disappears from sight. “Tank, can I have a minute please?”
He spins around so fast his shoulder bumps against my arm. I take a step back, steadying myself so I don’t fall on my ass. His hands jet out and grab onto my shoulders, but this time his touch is not rough. “Shit. I’m sorry, are you alright?”
“I’m fine. I know you don’t trust me, but I need to know you’re going to have his back out there. Adam is dangerous.” Tank drops his arms to his side, taking a step back and drawing his hand through his thick hair.
His chuckle is deep and throaty, “There’s nothing to worry about. Chainz is tough. He’s the President of this club for a reason and because of that we have his back. Prove to me we can trust you and do what he says. We’ll be back by morning.”
Tank continues on his way down the hallway and I do my best to tap down my worry. Even though Chainz has the club to watch his back, the churning in my stomach is not easing.
Nerves keep my feet moving and my hands twitching for something to do. I can’t just stand around and wait. I don’t want to go too far and miss the chance to see Chainz again before they leave. Finally able to explore the rest of the clubhouse, I round the corner behind the stairs. The scent of something cooking invades my nose. I follow the scent through a double paned metal door to find Cat fluttering around the kitchen. She looks at home in the kitchen, her mouth curved into a smile as she hums a tune under her breath. Her blonde hair pasted to her forehead from the steam billowing out of the large pan on the stovetop. Cat picks up a chopping knife and slices into the vegetables. Every motion is precise as she chops them into perfect uniform shapes and drops them into the pan. Her focus is intense. I almost hate to interrupt her repetition, but I need something to do. “Hey Cat, can I help with something?”
She glances up from the cutting board, giving me a cautious look. “Can you peel potatoes?”
“I think I can manage that.”
She points to a bag of potatoes in a bin near the stainless-steel refrigerator. “I’m used to cooking alone. I refuse to let the patch whores in my kitchen when I’m preparing a meal.”
“Oh. Do you want me to leave?”
“I said patch whores,” she laughs, “Start peeling. The guys need a good meal before they leave.”
I do as she asks, grateful for something to keep me busy. I peel and she cuts. “Where did you learn to cook?” I ask.
“From cooking shows online. Before I came here, I couldn’t even boil water.” She pauses, pointing the sharp knife at me with a playful smile on her face. “If you tell anyone, I’ll cut you like this potato.”
