Page 5 of Unbound By You (The Viper’s MC #1)

HARLOW

I ’m naked. Naked and in Silas’s shower.

It’s heavenly with its rain showerhead and steaming hot water after the night I’ve had.

My body aches from holding Lexi awkwardly for hours earlier.

It aches from the tension that seized my muscles in a vise-like grip the moment I saw her face.

It aches from the stress of coming down from the high of ridding the world of that asshole and having to deal with the fucking consequences of getting caught by someone I never wanted to let see this side of me.

I soap up my body, cleansing myself of any DNA that might have found its way onto my skin. I groan in disappointment under the hot water when I realize I’ll have to burn my clothes, which includes my favorite riding jacket and boots. I wonder if dousing them in bleach would ruin the leather?

I should have changed, but there was no way I could have slipped past Silas twice and made it to Evan’s before he’d have stopped me.

It was already late, and I knew that if I had taken a second to collect myself after our moment together, I might not have acted so rashly.

I know better than what I did tonight, yet it still happened, and now I have a very pissed-off man waiting for me.

Maybe if I just stay here forever, or at least long enough, it’ll give him time to cool down. I’m not worried he’ll hurt me. Silas would never. But he would, without a fucking doubt, hold this against me for the rest of my life.

Begrudgingly turning off the shower, I haul myself from my hiding place and wring the last of the water from my hair.

I try to put on the sweats he gave me, but even after pulling the drawstring tight and rolling them at my hips, they fall straight to my ankles the minute I take a step.

So, the only thing I have on is his giant, well-worn Harley T-shirt, sans panties since I wasn’t wearing any to begin with.

It’s comfortable enough and will have to do because it’s time to face the music.

My feet pad against the cold hardwood floors.

Pausing just before the hall opens to the living room, I pull my shoulders back and stretch up to my full height.

When I step in, there’s a quick moment of hope because he looks like he’s fallen asleep.

It fades away instantly when his head falls to the side, and his eyes reach me.

They don’t meet my eyes at first, drawing an electric path across my skin to the frayed hem of his shirt. Silas’s groan lights a fire under my ass, and I saunter toward him. He watches every step of the way until I’m sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

I want to pull my legs up and tuck them under me, but that would expose the fact that I’m not wearing any underwear. Then again, the way this man is eating me alive with his eyes it might just be the distraction I need.

So, I do, and when the shirt rides up, absolutely showing off my bare pussy, Silas’s hands shoot out, gripping my hips to haul me onto his lap.

“I gave you sweats,” he growls.

“They didn’t fit.” I shrug and readjust on his lap. His fingers tighten against my hips.

“Knock that shit off, wildcat. We need to talk, and I can’t do that with a cock of fucking steel.”

I ignore him, rubbing my naked pussy against his already hard cock.

I’m not sure why he was bitching at me when it was already rock solid.

I know the answer to getting off his shit list lies between my thighs, and I don’t mind using it at all.

Especially when my clit hits the rough denim and throbs with a need for more.

His hand tangles in the baby hairs at the nape of my neck, and he pulls hard. I whimper at the sharp pain, but I let him direct my gaze up to his. Even slouched on the couch with me in his lap, he’s still taller than me, and I secretly love it.

It’s hard out here for the tall girls.

“I said stop.” There’s no playfulness to his tone, just a direct command.

But I don’t do well with authority figures, never have. Call it daddy issues, if you will, since mine was never around, and Mom was too busy trying to find his replacement, with someone even worse.

I shift against him and let out a breathy moan when the stiff fabric rubs against my pulsing clit again.

His lips pull up at the corner, and I know I’ve got him. He must see the triumph in my eyes because his fingers pull harder. Hard enough that my body falls backward, and I shuffle off his lap before my ass hits the floor.

“You’re in enough trouble with me right now, Harlow. I wouldn’t go adding more to the list.”

He takes me in as I balance awkwardly in a crouch before him. Okay, full-on attack mode doesn’t work for him; what about...? I let my knees hit the ground, kneeling between his spread feet. I place my hands flat against my thighs. His hold on my strands loosens.

Well, shit, I should have known.

He relaxes, leaning back to take me in. Every fake, docile part of me I’m projecting. He’s eating it up right out of the palm of my hand.

“Are you done trying to slut yourself out of this? Because I’ll give you my cock, baby, but you’re still going to answer for the shit you’ve pulled and the mess you’ve made.”

I’m up and on my feet in a heartbeat. Compliant me, thrown by the wayside because it seems we both know that bullshit isn’t me.

“Fuck you, Silas. No one told you to come looking for me. I didn’t ask you to stay or handle my clean-up crew.”

He jumps up from the couch, almost knocking me back on my ass, towering over me. “Your clean-up crew?” He seethes. “Those are my guys, Harlow. Mine. They work for me and my club. Wrap that around your pretty little head.”

I want to argue that they’ve been with me so much longer. Pierce, Branson, and I go way back. Like middle school way back. They’re loyal as a fucking hound to the Vipers. I won’t add to the shit they’re already going to get for being caught tonight, so I keep my mouth shut.

“You shouldn’t have fucking been there,” I yell because I’m frustrated and fuck him for thinking he can call the shots when it comes to my life choices.

I shove past him and haul ass back to his room, looking for my leggings. They’re crumpled in the corner of his bathroom with the rest of my sullied clothing. I get one foot in the hole before my body is slammed from behind and shoved against the wall.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I push my hips backward, trying to get him off of me, but it doesn’t work. His hard muscles and the firm grip on the back of my head don’t let me gain an inch.

“Get the fuck off of me, or so help me God, Silas, you’ll be joining Evan tonight.”

He chuckles, but not in a funny, haha way. In a way, that makes my skin prickle with goosebumps as it grates against my nerve endings. “Oh, I’d like to see you try. But the only one of us who’s in danger of joining Evan tonight is you if you don’t calm the fuck down.”

His powerful body presses into me, forcing my face so hard against the wall that I think I just felt a tooth crack.

Or maybe that’s from me gritting them together, because I can feel it: the wetness coating my inner thighs.

It’s only made worse when his bulge jams between my ass crack.

This time, when I shove my hips back, it’s not in an attempt to get him off me.

I want him inside me. Rough and fast, with my face shoved against the wall and his threatening words in my ear.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Fuck,” he grunts against my assault. He pulls away, and a hard smack comes down against my ass.

“Is that it, baby? Is that the secret? I need to fuck you into cooperating. Fuck you so hard you won’t be able to run away. Fuck you until you’ve screamed my name so many times that you won’t be able to lie to me in your blissed-out state,” he taunts behind me.

I want to fight it, but he’s offering all my life-long fantasies on a silver platter. It might end in my destruction, but the quiet “yes” still slips past my lips anyway.