Chapter One #3
Longing consumes me watching them. Of their own volition, or maybe it was the heaviness of his stare, but my gaze finds and snags on that of my protector.
He’s watching me watch Angel and the girl he’s taken as his own make love.
Instinctively, I know that it’s more than fucking.
The way they are coming together is a thing of legend.
His body covers hers mostly from view, but Snake clearly has the best view as he stands sentinel closest to the stage. But he’s not looking at them. No, he’s laser focused on me. My gaze dances back and forth between him and them. I can’t seem to make up my mind which I want to look at.
I know when I look at the fierceness of his gaze I don’t see my guardian. I see a man looking at me with pure desire. His jaw ticks. He’s not watching the explicit image before him. His eyes are on me.
Unbeknownst to me, I’ve fully stepped out from the pillar I was hiding behind.
Everything all falls away as his eyes rest on the rapid rise and fall of my chest. My nipples are peaked and diamond hard, pressing against the fabric of my shirt.
My body is primed and ready. His fiery gaze is like a filthy caress.
I squeeze my thighs to soothe the ache. He more than notices.
His nostrils flare, almost as if he can scent my desire. Can a look make you come? His could.
A heavy groan and a muffled cry as they climax ripple through the throng. Reaching out I grip the smooth wood of the bar, having felt the cataclysm between the lovers to my very soul. The crowd pulses with the atmosphere of sex surrounding us.
Angel gathers his curvy little bundle in his arms like she’s the most precious thing in the world and strides down the stage. People part like the Red Sea for him.
Scooting out before Snake can catch me, I all but run back to Angel’s office.
I’m just taking my place on the couch when Angel comes in and shoulders the door closed.
“Aye. Can you give us a minute?” A harried look marks his handsome face as he looks down at her. “She passed out.” Placing her on the sofa, he rakes his big hand through his curls, concern marking his features as he gazes down at the woman he just made love to in front of the whole MC.
“Um, yeah. I-I’ll be right outside.” He looks just as confused as I am by his reaction.
I’ve never seen him bothered or concerned for anyone save his sister, Lourdes, my best friend.
As I close the door behind me, I can’t help but think in leaving him to his own little trouble, this is a good thing. I can’t wait to tell Lourdes.
The door snicks closed as I pull it tight.
Heavy hands grab me.
Panic lances through me. I buck, forgetting the lessons drilled into me since I was ten years old and coming to the US for the first time.
I’m dragged around the corner into the alcove leading to the stairs that head to Angel’s loft. Few people even know it’s here. This area is forbidden to all.
Just as the realization of the only person besides Lourdes, Ellie and me who knows about it registers, my back is slammed against the wall.
“The fuck, Saban.” Snake snarls down at me. His body presses heavily against mine for a hard, delicious second before he jerks back like he’s burned, or rather, like I’m a leper.
“The fuck, Hadrián.” I snarl back, knowing the reaction I’m going to get.
His hand manacles my neck, pressing me back against the wall. “Don’t fucking call me that,” he grits. I watch the muscle tick in his jaw.
“Why? It’s your name — Hadrián.” I say with saccharine sweetness.
“You’re asking for an ass-whooping.” He means it. Common sense would tell me to stop while I’m ahead, but I’m too far gone.
I just witnessed the most beautiful lovemaking between two people who barely even know each other, and I can’t even get my guardian to smile at me.
“Promise?” I cock a smirk at him.
The air between us turns electric. The moment incendiary.
The space between us vanishes. It’s like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room, and I need his very air if I want to keep breathing.
My skin burns where he touches me. My breasts rise and fall, brushing between us, grazing the fabric of his Henley with every exhalation.
The burnt copper of his gaze clashes with mine, snags, then tangles.
“Don’t.” It’s a plea erupting from him like he’s fighting for his life.
Shaking my head in confusion, I look at him, not understanding. “Don’t what, Snake?” I make a point of saying his road name, not wanting to upset this connection we seem to finally be making.
His head dips, pressing against mine. His eyes squeeze shut. Fascinated, I stare at the long sweep of his lashes. Pain etches on his face. His lips tremble, then he presses them tightly as the words tear from him like every word he utters is ripping him apart.
“Don’t make me like them. I know what you want from me, and I’m telling you right now, it can never happen. I won’t let it.” His eyes open then to meet mine. Anguish. There is so much anguish in his words. Determination laces every consonant. He is resolute in every vowel he utters.
I would never think to push him before tonight. But after what I saw on that stage between Angel and Ezekiel-Jane, instinctively I know that’s how it would be between Snake and me. I want a little of that for myself — for us. Consequences be damned.
Reaching out to his thickly corded neck, I grasp him, tugging him down.
I press my lips to his closed ones. For a hot second, disappointment threatens to take when he doesn’t respond. Reckless. So fucking recklessly, my tongue darts out, licking the seam of his closed lips.
He jerks at the contact.
Before I can retreat, his mouth slants over mine. His kiss is not the stuff of fairy tales, but of something much darker. It’s crushing, bruising, eviscerating. This is not the kiss of Prince Charming, but the Dark Knight.
He takes my lips. His are firm and lush.
Licking into my mouth, he claims me as his.
His tongue spears into mine like a marauder claiming the territory that belongs to him alone.
I melt against him, pliant and open for him.
Our tongues mingle, dancing with a cadence and rhythm all their own.
He dominates my mouth. Fucks it. Owning every space his tongue touches.
He swallows my gasp, his hand around my neck tightening and tightening until the air is almost closed off.
Tasting the faintness of the tequila, I suck him deep, letting him have me.
Pushing my body against his, I feel his heavy dick pressed against my tummy.
Aching so that I cradle him, I grind against him, reveling in the feel of his length.
A trill of fear races through me at the novel feeling, but it does nothing to extinguish the exhilaration.
Distantly, I hear an eruption of cheers from the front of the club.
Snake stills as if cold water has been thrown on us. It’s his job to make sure order is maintained when Angel is otherwise occupied, like he is now, taking care of his new bride. Instead, he’s tucked away back here kissing me.
I see the moment the realization hits him.
The hand on my neck tightens as his eyes narrow on me. His teeth grit as his eyes slide away, then hit back on me. His nose flares as his eyes shutter before snapping back open with a look of unadulterated rage.
Squeezing, he presses me hard into the concrete wall, holding me at arm’s length like I’m rabid.
“I’m not one of these little boys you let play with your pussy. I’m a grown-ass man with needs you couldn’t possibly satisfy me, little girl.” He snarls, emanating pure fury with every labored breath. Squeezing hard, he watches as his cruel words sink in.
“Stop fucking with me.” He looks like he wants to kill me. The warning couldn’t be more clear. He hates me now for forcing this on him.
My knees are so weak from the lack of oxygen, I have to grasp the slick wall behind me in an attempt not to slide to the floor. Little good it does. My knees give way, folding under me as I’m left gasping.