Chapter 8 #3
“By putting a shirt on?” I answered quickly.
His chuckle was deep and gravelly just like his voice, and I felt every nerve inside of me zap with electricity.
I had never wanted a man the way I wanted Savage, and it scared the ever loving hell out of me.
When I hit the wall behind me, I realised I had nowhere to go.
He closed the distance between us, heat coming off him in waves, which only sent every signal to my pussy to become a slip n’ slide.
“It’s more fun than that,” he said, his voice all but a whisper against my ear. I pushed down the urge to jump on him like a cat in heat and held myself against the wall, trying to control my breathing. “I can feel how much you want me, Shona. All you need to do is give in, and I’m yours.”
The breath left my lungs and came out raggedy as I tried to rein in what my body craved, and it craved Savage.
His finger lifted my chin and I was forced to look into his dark eyes, watching his head tilt to the side just as his lips brushed across mine.
It was a promise of something better, something more, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he pushed his lips against mine harder.
His tongue swept out along the seam of my lips and begged for entry.
I couldn’t resist. I parted my lips and allowed him to sweep his tongue over mine.
A moan sounded from deep inside me as he pushed his body against mine, every delicious bit of him against me. It felt comforting, it felt…amazing.
My hands moved from the wall to wrap around him, my nails pushing into his skin.
His groan fuelled me into pushing my nails in, his own hands moving to my hips and pulling me against him.
I could feel his hard cock pushing up between us.
It made me feel wanton, like a goddess he needed to worship.
Throwing all caution to the wind, I wanted to reach down and touch him…
but as if fate was watching my back, a voice called out and broke the kiss.
“Savage, we gotta go,” I heard Viper call out from the hall. The door to my room had closed slightly, so he hadn’t seen us. Savage cursed and pulled back from me. His hands were still on my hips, steadying me.
“Now I have a taste, you know I’m going to be back, Shona. Wait up for me.”
He stepped back and slowly turned to leave my room.
Finally, I felt like I could finally breathe.
Reaching up, I slid a finger over my lips which still tingled from his kiss. I never knew kissing could be like that. I never knew everything around you ceased to exist.
My legs were weak, leaving me unable to move from the wall, and I felt the need for satisfaction take over. I needed release.
There were plenty of men outside I could bring back here for a night of unbridled passion to get what I needed, but I also knew this clubhouse was smaller than a women’s salon, and it would be on everyone’s lips the next day. If Savage were to find out…I knew he would lose his shit.
And he was dangerous. His name wasn’t just a fun moniker. I knew he was dangerous.
For some reason, that only made it hotter.
Opting for the safer route, I moved to my door, locked it, and grabbed my vibrator from my top drawer. I knew I should wait…but I had no intention of ever crossing the boundary between friend and lover with Savage. I couldn’t…could I?
My body ached as I was slowly roused from whatever dream state I’d been in. The memory of that first kiss was still seared into my brain. It was almost like I could feel his lips on mine again.
I was slowly coming to. The smells around me were different, and I wondered what it was that I could smell.
Opening my eyes, I glanced around, panic rising up inside of me as nothing looked familiar.
It was decorated in deep burgundy and reds, I was on a large bed, and my clothes were fully intact.
Memories of being taken from outside the butcher shop and Savage’s father pieced together, and I realised I’d been kidnapped.
I was going to be leveraged against Savage so he would leave with Boris.
No. Like hell I was going to let his bastard father bully him into doing something he didn’t want to do.
Savage was mine.
“Ah, she awakens,” I heard his deep baritone voice boom from somewhere in the room. The edges of my eyes were still cloudy as I tried to locate where he was. “I trust you had a pleasant rest.”
“Fuck you.”
He chuckled. “Such a pleasant woman.”
“He’s never going to go with you. He hates you.”
“He does not know me,” he said, his eyes turning darker with anger. “In any case, I have not earned my reputation for caring what others think of me. In time he will learn his place, and he will respect me.”
“He will never forgive you if you kill me,” I told him, feeling the power in my words. I knew it was true. He would become more beast than man in his quest for vengeance, and that scared me too.
“You do hold yourself quite high in his heart, don’t you?” he said with a smirk. “If that is the case, you may be worth more to me alive than dead.”
“Fuck you,” I spat again. “I’ll never help you. I will protect Niall with everything I have.”
“Niall?” he spat the name viciously, as if I’d insulted him. “My son’s name is Alexei Markov.”
“No, it isn’t. He is Niall Gleason. He’ll never take your name. You’ll never win him this way.”
“Heartbreak, grief…it plays an important part in any man’s life. It also helps to break them into what I need them to be. How do you think my men are so loyal to a monster like me? They have nothing else.”
Monster.
It was too kind of a word for him. He was no monster. He was the devil himself.
I felt delirious, and yet strangely myself. I started to laugh as I looked at the senior version of Savage, but realised he had no idea just how angry his son was. He was going to rip him apart. I only wished I would be alive to see it.
“What is so funny?”
“When Niall finds me…you will wish you never laid your hands on me. You think you’re big and tough. Powerful, as you say. He’s going to turn you into ash, and no one will ever remember the name Boris Markov.”
I had no idea where the courage had come from but it was there, and I was delighted at how my hysterical laughter was scaring the shit out of this bratva reject.
It wasn’t an empty threat. I knew my life was probably going to end, but Savage was going to rise up from that and demolish everything he ever feared in his entire life.
I don’t care what he tried to portray.
Boris was a little intimidated by what I’d said and how I was laughing.
He should be.
Savage
Shona piled her hair up into a messy bun and pulled her shorts on before grabbing one of her signature crop tops.
“Are you going to lounge around all day?” she asked me. “It’s well past time you are usually gone.”
My mood suddenly grew dark. It had been years that we’d had this cat and mouse dating relationship going, and I was sick of hiding.
I didn’t want to hold back when we were in public.
I wanted to wrap my arms around her waist and hold her to me as we celebrated at the clubhouse.
I wanted to wake up next to her late in the day and eat out her pussy every morning.
I wanted people to look at her and say “She’s Savage’s ol’ lady”.
I never in my life had ever wanted that.
I’d never looked at a woman and wanted her to be there long term.
I liked my space, my own room where I could have what I wanted where I wanted.
I liked being able to jump on my bike and go wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted without having to check in with someone.
But lately, I’d checked in with Shona whenever I was on a run, or away for days at a time.
I looked at the photo of her in my wallet and imagined her laying next to me.
I knew I was in love with her, I had been for years, but I could never tell her that.
I couldn’t tell her I had been in love with her even when she had been married to one of my brothers in the club.
That I had wished she’d leave that miserable ass and come slide into my bed for comfort.
I couldn’t tell her half of the things I wanted to do with her on a nightly basis. She’d think I was disturbed, or worse.
I didn’t know if she could handle my darkness, or whether it scared her. I was a monster, I knew it, we all knew it, and yet my beast wanted its princess for salvation.
Because she was mine. I knew it without a shadow of a doubt.
“Why don’t you want people to know about me here?
” I asked her, knowing it was going to cause shit.
We’d had this conversation before. It always started a fight, but usually we made up and hate fucked until we made sense again.
Yet, this time, I felt like…maybe I needed to know I was good enough in her eyes. I’d never needed that before.
“Come on, Niall,” she scoffed. “I’m going to be late for work.”
“You work outside, it’s not like you have to commute.”
She rolled her eyes and I wanted so badly to pull her over my lap and spank her for it, but I knew it wasn’t the right time. She was annoyed by something, and I intended to find out what. Pushing out of the bed, I sat on the edge of it and waited for her to explode with whatever was bothering her.
“I don’t have time for this today, Niall. I have to train a couple of the new bunnies, and they’re as thick as their extensions.”
I would usually chuckle at that, but I was too worked up over why she was so hesitant to let people know.
The clubhouse knew, everyone knew we fucked and yet she wanted to live in delulu land because she was worried they would think she was brother hopping.
Fuck, we all knew how badly Dog treated her.
She deserved so much more, and I knew I could give it to her.
I knew I could show her that…even with a reputation like mine.
“Answer me, Shona.”