“Why don’t you want me, baby? Huh? Can’t you feel what you do to me?” Pressing his cock into my ass, I moan involuntarily.
“You know I do, Ash. I just can’t do this without a condom. I’m not on birth control,” I remind him.
“So? Would us havin’ a kid be so bad?” That breaks my bubble of lust-induced fog. I shove back so he moves, and I climb out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. “What?”
“Are you insane? Do you even hear yourself?” I ask him, completely pissed that he even asked that.
“What’s the problem? You don’t want me anymore or you don’t want any kids with me?” Really? Is that how he’s going to play this?
“First of all, we barely know each other, Ash! Second of all, you already know I’m not ready to have kids. What the hell is with you?” His eyes narrow on mine and heat curls inside of me. It’s not a good heat either. I’ve seen this side of Ash a few times, but he always calms it before he goes too far.
“Just say it. Say you don’t want me, Katrina.” His eyes stay on mine, but I just shake my head and try to move past him. He puts his arm out to stop me, pushing me back in front of him. That’s it. That’s all I can handle.
“I warned you, Ash. Don’t try to keep me held in one place. I can’t handle it,” I remind him, gritting my teeth. My jaw hurts from clenching it shut.
“What do you wanna do, darlin’?” He knows I’m going to snap. It’s happened once before and I felt like shit after, but Ash stayed. That has to mean something, right?
“Let me go,” I say softly.
“No.” Ash keeps his arm around my waist as my chest heaves.
“Ash, let me out of this bathroom,” I warn him one last time. He has the nerve to chuckle behind me. My body begins to vibrate with anger and hate. Two things I try to not feel anymore, but Ash likes pushing me to my breaking point and I can’t figure out why. With my back to his front, I slowly lower my head making him think that I’m about to give in, but when he relaxes his hold on me, I whip my head back, slamming it into his face. He roars, grabbing my hair as I spin and punch him in the stomach. He doesn’t release me and keeps laughing.
“Get it all out, Katrina!” he screams as the door flies open. With my left hand clenched tightly, I swing again, hitting him in the ribs this time. That knocks the wind out of him, and he releases the hold he has on me. Abby steps back away from the door, knowing exactly what’s happening right now. My eyes lock on Ash’s as he reaches for his jeans. I know what this is. It’s an anger fuck and I want it. He tears the condom open and slides it down his length as he watches me heaving air into my lungs. It takes seconds for him to move in and lift me up, slamming me against the wall as he slides inside of me. Each thrust is one of anger and rage. Each thrust is something I want more than the next one and Ash knows that much. This is why we work so well.
4
Freak
“What the fuck makes you think I wanna go to this shit?” I ask Grave as I take down what’s left of my beer and light a joint.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t you? You get to look at bitches and play in the basement. Thought you wanted a kill?” he asks in a mocking tone. Asshole.
“But a fuckin’ club, Grave? You know that isn’t my scene. Look at me!” I throw my hands out to the sides to make my point.
“What? You look just like one of those club fuckers. Ain’t they all tatted and pierced?”
“Then you fuckin’ go, brother!”
“Can’t. I have to meet with Met,” he adds, his tone turning cold.
“What is that about?” I ask, changing the subject and being nosey.
“Not all things from Cash are settled. It’s taking time and it’s pissin’ me off. Met wants us to run his coke.”
“We run our own coke,” I remind him.
“No shit. That’s why this meetin’ is gonna go to shit quickly. Cash had a few guys runnin’ for Met under the table. Now I gotta clean that mess up and remind him of why that bastard isn’t here anymore,” he says with a shit-eating smirk on his face.
“Then why the fuck can’t I be there?”
“I need you to handle Dodge. We have word he’ll be at the club tonight.”
“Fuckin’ Kings MC?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. I bring my joint to my lips and inhale, hoping it helps control the way I feel inside right now.
“Yeah. Take Switch with you,” he adds. I smirk and stick my joint between my lips as I rub my hands together. Switch is a transfer from Detroit. He’s a crazy motherfucker, which is why he fits in here. “The fuck is that look?”
“I’m takin’ Switch. That means it’s gonna be a bloodbath in that basement.” I can’t help but smile. Shit, some days I feel like Psycho.
“That’s why I’m sendin’ the prospects, too. They can handle clean up.” Good man.
“Why the fuck is Dodge gonna be there, anyway? I thought shit with the Kings calmed down?”
“There’s a party for one of the members’ old ladies tonight. They rented out part of the club. The rest is open to the public. We are good with the club, just not Dodge. He’s been fuckin’ over not only us but his own club. Nelson doesn’t see what’s right the fuck in front of him for the most part. The old bastard needs to step down and let someone else step into his place as Prez, but you know how that shit is. Anyway, he wanted Dodge handled, but he can’t have it done by in-house people, so he called me.”
“What are we, rent-a-killers now?” I inhale another lungful of the sweet sticky weed, letting it coat my lungs as smoke billows from my nose. Grave smirks and shakes his head.
“Somethin’ like that. You wanted a kill, I’m handin’ you one on a silver platter, brother.” I nod my head and turn on my heel, leaving the office and going to the bar. Knocking my knuckles on the wooden countertop, I motion for Minnie to get me a drink. She nods and quickly fills a glass of whiskey and hands it to me.
“You seen Switch?”
“He’s in the back with Bambi,” she says, rolling her eyes. None of the girls here like Bambi and I can’t blame them. She does think she is of higher quality than what she is. She sucks cock like a pro and that keeps us fuckers satisfied for the most part. I head back there and walk into the weight room to find Switch on his back on the workout bench, Bambi straddling his lap as she rides him.
“Goddamn,” I hiss, pulling their attention. Switch flips me off, but Bambi motions for me to come closer. Not a fucking chance in hell will that happen. Shaking my head, I turn my attention back to Switch. “We got a job tonight.”
“No shit?” he asks, never breaking his rhythm as he bucks his hips into her.
“Yeah. Should be a fun one. Come find me when you’re done,” I tell him as his face tightens and he growls.
“I’m done now!” Jesus, this man is some kind of fucked up. I like it. Before Bambi even comes, he pushes her off his lap and stands up, pulling his jeans back in place.
“Hey!” Bambi whines while I chuckle.