38. Mia
Millie had squeezed the breath from me when I got back. Rex sat on the couch, an ice pack on his face to try and bring down the swelling.
Did I feel a little bit bad that he had a broken nose… sure. Did I regret it? Not a chance. He needed to know that I wasn’t someone he could take advantage of. I didn’t have the strength to take my vengeance out on him physically, but I was smart enough to find other ways.
Taking comfort in Rex’s room from prying eyes, I finally relaxed enough to close my eyes.
Resting my hands across my belly, I rubbed in small circles, wondering what was happening inside me. I hadn’t even taken a pregnancy test, so I couldn’t even be sure that I was pregnant, but I knew my body. My breasts ached to the touch, the sickness was horrible, and I wanted to fuck Rex even though I kind of hated him too. But my first port of call tomorrow was getting a test and a doctor”s appointment somewhere that wouldn’t cost an arm and a leg.
Millie sat on the bed, her legs crossed as she hugged a pillow to her middle. “I want to go home, Mia,” her whispered plea had my eyes shooting open. She hunched over the pillow, her shoulders curled in, it was as if a dark shroud had been pulled over her.
“I thought you wanted to stay?” I asked, confused at her sudden change of heart.
“I did… but this isn’t the life I wanted. You could have died.” Tears fell down her cheeks, her watery eyes looking at the marks on my wrists with a touch of fear, and she buried her face in the pillow. “I just wanted some peace, but now Margot is dead and… and… I just want to go home.” Her words transformed into sobs that shook her shoulders, and I moved toward her, holding my baby sister against me, offering comfort, the only thing I could give her right now.
“Ok, sweetheart, sshhhhh. I’ll take you home. Lay down and get some rest, I’ll be right back.” I pulled her down gently until she lay curled in a ball, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
God, what a mess.
Raking my fingers through my tangled mass of hair, I left the room, closing the door softly behind me.
It had taken a kidnapping to get Millie to change her mind, I’d seen the way she looked at the red rings around my wrist. The marks would fade soon, but Millie’s memory of me coming home with sores on my skin from being held captive would stay in her mind forever. She was soft and sweet, it’s why her working in a flower shop didn’t come as much of a surprise. But now with her desire to go back to England, I had to finish up some business here so I could get my sister back on home soil.
Rex sat amongst his brothers, his swollen nose and bruised eyes were a joke amongst them. I could hear their teasing voices and the gentle ribbing. Now that he was home safely, they could make fun of his experience. Eventually, it would be a story that they told others, how the little Ukrainian princess saved the life of the big bad biker. Rex took the jokes in good grace, smiling around the swelling and what must be a pounding headache.
I stopped beside the men, and now they were all filled in, they were more open toward me. They greeted me with open arms and hugs that had Rex fuming, his eyes narrowed on Gauge’s arms that engulfed me. His smile dropped from his face as his brothers all lined up to offer their welcome. I smiled and laughed at their jokes, but inside, my stomach twisted with anxiety. I slowly made my way through the huddle toward Rex, who eyed me with curiosity. I hadn’t come to find him since we got back, instead isolating myself in the quiet of his own room, and he’d been respectful, giving me space and room to breathe.
“We need to talk,” I told him, leaning over the back of the couch. “Can we go somewhere private?” I kept my voice low, but it wasn’t quiet enough, the others looked on awkwardly before moving away to find things to do. Leaving me and Rex in solitude.
Gauge and Sly leaned against the bar, trying hard to not listen in, their eyes darted toward us and back to the bar, pretending to not pay attention. I sighed. “Not here, Rex.”
He dragged himself off the leather, groaning at the aches he’d accumulated today, and ushered me into the kitchen, kicking the women out of it. They shot me irate looks and cutting glares as not only did Rex make them leave, but he didn’t acknowledge their attempts to say goodbye either, their whining a pathetic effort to finally be noticed.
Rex shut the door behind them, closing us in. Crossing his arms, he squared his shoulders, as he watched me with a blank look, his eyes gave away nothing.
Drawing a deep breath, I began, “I’m taking Millie home.” The only reaction was a flicker at the corner of his eye, it twitched as I told him that I was leaving. “I’ll come back, I just…”
“When are you coming back?” His jaw clenched around the question that I didn’t know the answer to.
“Soon? I’m not sure, I have things to sort out in England… my job.”
Rex scoffed. “Just say it, Mia.” His voice was laced with pain. “You had no plans on coming back at all, did you? What… am I not good enough? Too much leather and not enough fucking tweed for you?”
“No!” My chest squeezed and I reached out, grabbing at his arm, the muscle clenched beneath my fingers and he tensed to pull away from me. “Please, I… please don’t be mad at me,” I choked out, my voice a harsh whisper against his skin. My bowed head rested against his shoulder and I stood against him, feeling the heat of anger radiating around us. “I hate it when you’re mad at me.”
My shoulders shook with my silent sobs. Seconds passed until his body started to relax, he let out a deep sigh of surrender. “I’m not mad at you, princess,” he grumbled. “I’m mad at myself. I shouldn’t have tricked you. I was… arrogant. When I found out you’d been taken, and that anything could have happened to you. Dammit, I just wanted to keep you, and in doing so, I put your life in danger.” His big hands circled my wrists, pulling them to his chest and holding them against him. “Even now, you carry marks on your beautiful skin that I put there. I didn’t cuff you, but I’m to blame for them, and I hate that for you… and for our child.”
Rex’s hand dropped to my stomach, spanning the entirety of my belly. His hand was gentle as his fingers brushed softly against the cotton of my top, feeling the flat plane of my stomach beneath.
“You weren’t the one to tie me up, Rex,” I whispered into the space between us. His head lowered until his forehead dropped to mine, the bruises around his face were stark against his skin. “And, I was the one who did this to you.” I traced my finger around the soft skin by his temple, being careful not to touch the injured area.
Our breath merged into one, our apologies were obvious in the regret we shared. We hurt each other, and now we had to live with the outcome and figure out if there was something worth saving.
“Would you wait,” I took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat, “for me?”
His groan broke through the tension before his lips slammed down on mine, taking me off guard with the punishing kiss. His mouth was demanding as he took control, his tongue sliding in with no apology. His hands fisted my shirt at my waist, his fingers digging in and pulling me against him, my body pliant under his commanding touch. Joining in the fight, I met his tongue with mine, our tongues dueling for dominance in the clubhouse kitchen.
My groan joined his, and with each swipe of his tongue my body gave in, melting into him until he was the only thing holding me up.
His grip tightening was my only warning, he twisted me to face the door, my hands instinctively palming the wood so I didn’t slam against it. “That’s it, hold on, princess.” His hot breath panted in my ear as he tore my pants down my legs. The material circled my knees, restricting my movements. I couldn’t spread my legs. I was trapped between the door and a ravenous biker. I tilted my head as he sucked at the neck of my skin, leaving marks that remind me of him every day, until they faded and there would be just a memory of his lips on my skin.
Blazing threads of heat sparked in my core and spread out along each limb, my knees shook with each nip of his teeth, and a groan was forced from my lips as his hand delved between the gap between my thighs, finding the wetness and spreading it upwards to my clit, where he circled the tight nub.
“You’re so wet already, princess.” His dirty growl overshadowed the clang of his belt buckle, his unsteady hand knocking against my backside as he rushed to release himself. I watched him over my shoulder, the glorious mane of hair tucked behind his ears and framing his face, a sight I would keep close to my heart for however long we were apart.
Dragging his hands through my pussy one last time, he slapped against my clit, the strike on my skin had me arching toward him, my head dropping back against his shoulder, my body contorting to try and feel him everywhere.
Rex’s unspoken words were heavy between us. He gripped the back of my neck, as the other fisted his cock, holding me still as he pushed himself inside me. The thick head of him breaching me, filling me up completely. His heavy breath came quicker and joined my gasps of pleasure, his thrusts jolting me forward. “Fuck, fuck.” His arms banded around me, holding me tightly in his grasp as he fucked me harder. I was trapped, confined and held firm… and I’d never felt so safe. “Being inside you raw is heaven, princess.” Moisture gathered between my thighs, the wetness easing his entry, his pained groan was muffled as he buried his face in my neck, enfolding me in his embrace. He was around me and inside me, he was everywhere and I relished in the closeness. But I wasn’t deluded… this wasn’t like the sex that we normally had. It wasn’t passionate or loving.
It was lust-filled and angry, furious and blazing with regret.
It was a goodbye fuck, and Rex was giving me a souvenir.
With a series of hard thrusts, the tip of his cock rubbed against that sweet spot inside me. Pushing back into him, I came around him, a wave of heat rushing over me, and I cried out, turning my head into my arm to muffle the sounds of my ecstasy.
I could feel Rex release inside me, his body slackening against my back. With a hiss, he pulled out, his essence leaking out of me and coating my thighs, something else to mark me with.
My hands still pressed against the wood, the only thing holding me up and supporting me from melting into a puddle on the floor, I just needed the time to get my breath back before I righted myself. But I stood there in a state of undress, Rex’s cum on me and in me, something I hadn’t experienced before. He pulled my pants up, fixing them around my waist, but as I tried to turn, he pushed me back, keeping me facing the door. “Wait, or I won’t say this.”
He stood behind me, righting his own clothes, I pictured him doing up his belt, the same way I’d seen him do it every morning these past weeks when he got dressed and left me in bed, as he got ready for his day. I’d been fascinated by the man’s body… and him. I still was, but there was so much in the way that I couldn’t find a way to get back to that state of ignorance and bliss.
“I’ll wait for you, for as long as you need me. And you’ll always have a place here.” His voice rumbled behind me. “But don’t make me wait too long, princess, because I’m only human, and you don’t want me getting on that plane to chase you down. Because if I do, I’ll drag you back here, and you’ll never leave again.” Shivers chased down my spine at his promise and my mouth dropped open at the very real threat that I would see him again… I just wasn’t sure when.
With a kiss against my temple, he stepped back. ”Your passport is in the lockbox under my bed, the code is 4463.” Before I could turn around, he’d stormed out the back door, the cold blast of air cooling my heated skin and taking all evidence of Rex with it.