Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Hellhound
It takes all of my control not to go off on Isabelle for leaving the safety of the clubhouse. If she hadn’t left, this shit wouldn’t have happened. She wouldn’t have new bruises forming on her throat.
Fucking bullshit is what this is. I’m not just pissed at her, though. The damn prospect didn’t protect her like he should have. Fucker knew the moment he stepped into the apartment, he fucked up. His face paled as he started to apologize.
I didn’t want to hear it, and he knew it. Ghoul is a good prospect for the most part, he and Goblin both. The fact he knows he fucked up means he’ll step up and make sure shit doesn’t happen again.
Within two hours, we’ve got all of Isabelle’s shit packed up and out of the apartment.
I haven’t said another word to her, and she kept silent throughout the entire event.
Though I made sure she was in reaching distance, and my eyes stayed on her—not letting her out of my sight.
I’m still pissed over her leaving the clubhouse.
More than that, I’m furious over what that motherfucker was trying to do, whatever the fuck it is he was going to do.
I wanted to kill him. I would’ve if it weren’t for my woman being in the room.
I saw the fear in her eyes and didn’t want to scare her further than she already was.
Now that we’ve got everything loaded, it’s time to put her ass on the back of my bike and get back to the clubhouse. I had Angel text my sister and ask her to come check on Bells after she got off work. I don’t think the bastard did any damage, but you never know for sure.
Once my brothers leave the apartment, I take Isabelle’s hand and pull her with me to the door. “You’re on the bike with me,” I declare, not looking back at her. I’m afraid if I do, I’ll kiss her again, and that shit ain’t happening, not now when I’ve got to get her to safety.
Kissing Isabelle earlier was a mistake but one I don’t regret. The next time I’ve got my mouth on hers, I want it to be in my room at the clubhouse where I can give her the attention she deserves. It also needs to be after I make sure she’s not hurt, and I’ve got full control over my anger.
At my bike, I look at Isabelle and put my helmet on her head.
“I’ve never been on a bike,” she whispers, eyes wide, and licks her bottom lip.
My dick twitches behind its confines, liking the innocence.
“Then get ready for your first of many, Críona.” I grin. My chest constricts, knowing I’ll be the only one she rides with.
Swinging a leg over, I straddle my bike and motion for Isabelle to do the same.
She mimics my actions and climbs on behind me.
Isabelle places her hands tentatively on my waist, but I grab her wrists and pull them firmly around me.
By doing this, I also bring her front flush with my back.
After getting her positioned the way I want her, I kick up the stand and start my bike.
Isabelle makes a squeal and tightens her grip around me, holding me tighter.
I take the long way back to the clubhouse, enjoying having her with me, giving her this new adventure.
She’s never experienced something as freeing or, well, not like this.
I know she and her friends ride four-wheelers whenever they get the chance.
Granted, as far as I know, it’s been a while since Ivy, Sutton, and Isabelle have been out riding.
I finally pull into the clubhouse parking area, back in between Angel and Tombstone’s bikes, kick down the stand, and motion for Isabelle to hop off.
I swing my leg over and climb off behind her.
Taking her hand in one of mine, I bring her closer and use my free hand to remove the helmet from her head and hang it on the handlebars.
“Come on,” I mutter, tugging her hand, pulling her behind me.
I don’t stop when I all but drag her into the clubhouse or for anyone who looks like they want to ask what’s going on.
Isabelle was smart enough not to fight me or, better yet, speak up.
I don’t want to do this shit in front of my brothers or anyone else.
This shit is between the two of us, and that’s it.
The moment we’re behind closed doors of my room, I let go of Isabelle’s hand and spin on her, planting my hands on my hips. “What the fuck is in your head leaving the clubhouse in the first fuckin’ place?”
Isabelle blinks up at me and takes a step backward, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her top.
“Not got an answer?” I snarl harshly.
“What do you want me to say?” she whispers, diverting her gaze from mine. “I wanted to go home. It’s not like you care. I mean, why did you even put me in here in the first place. Or come to the apartment when you found out I wasn’t here?”
Shaking my head, I close the distance between the two of us and grip either side of her waist. “You think I didn’t want you here?”
“It’s pretty obvious.”
“How’s that?” I demand, already knowing the answer because I’ve been fucking avoiding her the past few days since putting her in here.
Isabelle brings her gaze to mine and narrows those beautiful eyes on me. Straightening her shoulders, she answers, “It doesn’t matter. Just get out of my way, and I’ll go find Ivy or Sutton. They can show me where I can stay. Or I’ll stay with Angel.”
“The fuck you will.” I curl my lip at the mere thought of Isabelle with anyone else but me. “You aren’t staying anywhere else but right here in this room with me.”
“Why?” Isabelle tenses and shakes her head.
“You don’t like me and can barely stand to be in the same room with me.
Sure, you’ve been around me over the past months, making excuses as to being around me, but still, you don’t know me, and you can’t stand the sight of me for more than a few minutes.
Especially since what happened with Sutton’s stepbrother.
” She screams the last part, tears spilling down her cheeks as if she’s in pain.
I yank her flush against my front and reach up to tangle my fingers of one hand in her hair, holding her head back, so she’s looking at me.
“I don’t fuckin’ hate you. It’s the opposite.
I stayed away so I wouldn’t do anything you’re not ready for.
But that all ends now. You’re mine, Isabelle, and you’re gonna learn quick, I’m not putting up with this bullshit.
You not listening to me. Today you earned yourself a spanking for the stunt you pulled. ”
“You are not gonna spank me,” she gasps, trying to shove against my chest.
“By my count, Críona, your leaving the safety of the clubhouse earned you five, then that shit at the apartment earned you another five. But Imma wait ‘til you’re not hurt to give ’em to you.”
“Hellhound, you are not spanking me, and you are not going to do anything to me,” she snaps. “I’m also not anything to you.”
“Now that just bought you three more, bringing your total to thirteen. Keep racking them up, baby. I don’t mind.” I smirk, lowering my head to touch my forehead to hers. “Also, from now on, when we’re in here or anywhere alone, you don’t call me Hellhound. I’m not Hellhound to you.”
“And what am I supposed to call you?” she demands, her voice taking on a snarky tone I’ve never heard before from her. It goes straight to my dick that’s already hard for her.
I smirk and hold her tighter and lower my lips and brush them against hers as I answer, “Asher.” Without giving her a chance to retort, I claim her mouth the way I wanted, thrusting my tongue in to mingle with hers.
After the initial shock of my kissing her, Isabelle relaxes into me, allowing me to deepen our kiss further. I take the opportunity and decide my next plan of attack when it comes to my woman and showing her she’s mine.