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The bathroom door unlocked, and I flinched, throwing the t-shirt away with a curse on my tongue.
She came out, fully dressed in blue jeans and top.
“That was quick,” I said, and then I noticed her hair wasn’t wet.
She took one glance at my glistening cock and the load I shot on the floor before she went to the dresser as if she had seen nothing. “I just washed up and changed. It’s easier to get dressed by myself sitting on the toilet seat or the bathtub edge.”
She had a point. I had broken one of the only two chairs in the room the other day. The only one left was made of leather. It stuck to the ass. I went after her. “Why won’t you let me help you?”
Her gaze met mine in the mirror as she brushed her hair. “Because I hate to be treated like a baby. When do I get my patch?”
“What the…” The fumes returned to blaze me. “Not now.”
She dropped the brush on the dresser and spun. “Why the fuck not?”
“’Cause no one can just waltz in and become VP. You’re my ol’lady but not a Night Skull. There are rules and initiation and—”
“I think we got that covered. Just put it to a vote or whatever.”
“Even if I can do that, it’s not the right fucking time. The brothers aren’t going to like it.”
“I don’t care about them liking me.”
“I don’t want anything to disturb the Beth situation. If they turn their back on me now and gang up with her instead—”
“Then they weren’t loyal in the first place and deserve the bullet.”
I hated it when she was fucking right. “My men are loyal to me and the Night Skulls.”
“Great. You have nothing to be afraid of then.”
I wanted to thrust my cock into that mouth until she stopped talking all so smart. “I’m not afraid of anything!”
“As you shouldn’t be. It’s thebrotherswho should be afraid. The two men up the roof are the perfect example for what happens to those who even think of crossing you or me.”
She had an answer for everything. I started to suspect the whole act of ‘I wouldn’t fuck you because I was hurt’ was a ploy to entice. A strategically placed tactic to make me beg for her punishment and domination, when my resistance was non-existent, and she could get me to give her the fucking VP patch.
Could this really be true?Is that all you care about, Cammie?
I didn’t know anything anymore. I couldn’t think straight. Fury along with my stupid, endless, unhidden need for her clouded my mind. I fought so hard not to lay her on this very floor and push inside her until the only things that flared out of her mouth were moans and my fucking name.
She went back to brushing her hair. I was still naked, and she could see I was aching for her, but she grabbed the fucking brush instead of my cock. “You gotta announce it tonight because I need to know everything about the club as soon as possible. Thebrothersneed to fill me in about the business, rival gangs, any threats, everything. Also what do we have on Beth so far?”
My hand reached for the brush, yanking it out of her grip. She stifled a yelp as I held her wrist. Then I pushed her until her back was on the wall and my breaths on her forehead.
Her tits rose and fell rapidly. Fire flickered in her eyes as I met her heated stare with one more smoldering, searching for answers to a million questions ripping me apart.
She just stared back at me as if she were made of stone and fire.
In this moment, all my questions were reduced to one. “Do you even love me anymore?”
“You’re hurting my arm,” she whispered on a thick swallow, but she didn’t pull her eyes from mine.
Another fucking act.
My grip tightened around her wrist as my heart hammered in my chest. “I’m not. I know your body and how fucking strong you are more than anyone, so stop shitting me and answer my fucking question.”
“I said you’re hurting my arm!” Her knee shot up and smashed into my balls.