Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
WRATH
“You are a fucking idiot.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from the bitch walking away in my sweats. Alex is beside her, no doubt talking mad shit about me. I know I’m a fucking idiot, but it’s not because I’m trying to be a dick. It’s more because I don’t want to completely ruin her fucking life.
“She’s too young for me. I’ve lived a whole life before she was even a thought.”
Dare clears his throat as he leans against the wall, and his gaze shifts from the parking lot to meet mine. It searches mine, his lips pressing together before he begins to speak.
“Maybe, but then again, if I had any woman who looked at me like I was the only man in the whole fucking world, like I could be her everything, her world and her hero all in one, I might not give a fuck that she wasn’t even thirty yet.”
He’s right. I know he is. I can’t deny that it seriously boosted my ego, the way she looked at me. “It was because I gave her a few orgasms, nothing else.”
That’s a lie. Dare knows it is just as much as I do. There are plenty of clubwhores who have orgasms and don’t look at me like that. This is different, the way she looked at me, the way she made me feel. I know it’s different, even if I don’t want to admit it.
“Imagine another man giving her that orgasm and nothing else,” Dare says.
My fingers ball into fists at the thought, and I take a step backward. Turning my back to him, I take one step away from him, and then another, stopping before I turn my head and look over my shoulder.
“I know you’re fucking with me,” I say. “But fuck you anyway.”
“Fuck me?” he asks.
“Yeah, Dare. Respectfully, of course, because you’re my president.”
Turning back toward the door, I walk out of the office. I don’t say anything else. But fuck him. He’s making me think about shit, and that shit is making a woman my old lady. I can’t do that. But I don’t know if I can walk away from her either.
I want her too badly.
I walk into the bar and head straight for the booze, but a hand on my wrist stops me. Turning my head, I dip my chin slightly to look down at the hot-pink-painted nails. Slowly, my eyes glide up her arm and then meet the eyes of the woman who has a hold of me.
It’s Velvet.
“She’s pretty, Wrath,” she murmurs.
Arching a brow, I watch her for a moment in silence. Velvet knows exactly who Elodie is. It’s not like she hasn’t been here a few times working. Velvet is just pissed that she’s not the one in charge of running the clubhouse.
“I know,” I state. “What’s your deal?”
She shrugs a shoulder, her eyes searching mine, her lips pushed out into a pout. I’m not quite sure what the fuck she’s got going on inside her head, but I don’t think I want to ask, either.
“Wrath,” she exhales as she sinks down to her knees. I start to tell her to stand the fuck up, but then I feel her fingers on my belt. “I just want you to remember who the fuck I am and how good I can make you feel. I won’t ask you for anything. I won’t demand anything. All I do is give.”
Yeah. She gives me a fucking headache. She also gives her pussy, mouth, and ass, but that’s kind of the deal with living completely fucking rent-free. That’s what she signed up for.
Velvet continues to unbuckle my belt, tugging my zipper down, then my pants, and my underwear. I watch as she wraps her fingers around my cock, trying to stroke me so I’m hard and ready for her.
It’s going to take a little more than a few tugs, though. I’m pretty fucking satisfied right now.
“I thought you didn’t like licking box?” I ask.
She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. “What?” she asks.
It’s a dick move, I know it is, but for whatever fucking reason, I say it anyway. I don’t know why, maybe because my subconscious wishes it could be with Elodie, in her car, on her way back to her place. So that I can fuck her in her bed, too. Hell, I want to fuck her anywhere and everywhere I can.
“I thought eating out bitches wasn’t your thing.”
“It’s not,” she says.
“Then you might not want to suck my cock, considering it’ll taste like Elodie’s cunt.”
She gasps, but I can’t stop laughing. I should make her suck my dick anyway, but I don’t feel like it. I’ve got other things to do today, and maybe Elodie will suck it later. I don’t think I can just let her walk away from me and not see her again until Monday.
Dare had a point. I don’t think I can handle thinking of another man touching Elodie… ever.
Fuck.
She’s mine.
She became mine sometime between the moment I kissed her and the moment I slid my cock inside her warm, tight cunt. I’m not sure I’ll be able to let her go, either. The thought makes me want to lose my fucking shit.