I step around her, but she grips my bicep. I hold in any reaction to the pain of her grip. Her nails dig into my skin, and that angers me.
Fixing my glare at her, I lean into her.
“You touch me again, be prepared to lose those fingers. You may think that you have leverage here because you let the brothers in that lose cunt that you carry between your toxic legs, but believe me, I know who they would back.”
I yank my arm away from her with such force she stumbles. Moving towards the door, the other two bitches move out of my way.
“I will have him again,” she screams.
I turn to face her, laughing at seeing how deranged she looks.
“If you say so.”
Leaving them all bitching about me and Skyla, I shake my head. The way these women think they rule the clubhouse reminds me of my shitty time in high school: bullies thinking they can say and do what they want without consequences.
Fucking bitches.
Reaching the main room, my steps stutter seeing Thorin walking across the floor with determined steps in my direction. My feet stick to the floor, seeing how intense he is looking at me.
Something tugs in my chest as he reaches me.
“I felt whatever happened in there.” His gaze bounces around mine, like he is searching for something in my face. “Fuck it.” His big hands frame my face, and he crashes his mouth onto mine.
My shocked gasp gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.
The music and chatter around the room quiets at his kiss.
My focus is on him and only him.
My body softens and melts into his hold on me. My hands find his trim waist, gripping onto him in fear of this all fading away into another dream that I frequently get.
He nips at my lips, making me moan, followed by a growl from him.
“Mine,” he grunts against my mouth, before resting his head against mine. “Mine.”
“Yours.” The single word comes out breathy.
He keeps me close to him, while he lifts his head, addressing the room.
“Delaney is mine. Anyone got anything to say can come and see me, but be prepared to fucking bleed.”
Not a second later the room erupts in cheers, clapping, and whistles. Brother come up to pat Thorin on the back. They touch my arm in acceptance, not that they would ever deny this.
Feeling like I am being watched, I look over my shoulder and see Sybil with the two club girls from the bathroom. They are all standing united with matching scowls and folded arms like mean girls in high school.
I can’t help but smile at them, running my hand up and over Thorin’s chest, around his neck and pulling his mouth to mine. He breaks the kiss, his gaze flickering across the room before bringing it back to mine, and a smirk slips across his handsome face.
“You are trouble, baby. A fucking minx. I love it.”
I wink, making his grin widen.
“I have always been trouble, baby. You had better remember that.”
18
Thorin
My cock throbs in my jeans as I watch my girl dance with Skyla across the room.
