“Ami…” I make sure my tone is gentle and soft. “Ami, come on. Put the papers down and let’s just talk.” I realize that sounds ridiculous. Like those papers aren’t papers at all, like she’s holding a loaded gun, pointing it straight at my chest.
“Talk?” she sobs. “No. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want… please.” Her lips press into a thin, hard line. “Please, just sign them. Sign them and go. You can forget about me then. About all of this. Please.” Her lips wobble all wrong and fresh tears pour down her ashen cheeks. “Please…”
I hate how small her voice is. How lost. How fucking broken. I hate looking at her looking at me like I’m the devil come to claim her soul.
“Yeah. Talk.” I don’t lower my hands, but I take a step closer. She shrinks back up against the wall beside the table and the kitchen cabinets, not realizing that she’s literally backed herself into a corner. Her eyes don’t dart around to take that fact in. It doesn’t register. Instead, they stay locked on me. “I- I don’t know what happened back there, but I never meant to hurt you. Ever. I’m sorry. Please. Just try and calm down. Take a deep breath. I’m not going to hurt you, Ami. Never. I thought you were enjoying it. That you wanted it. I would never…”Fuck.
I raise my hand to my hair and run my hand roughly through it, enjoying the pinpricks of pain that burst over my scalp. It’s a welcome distraction, but it also reminds me of how glorious her fingers felt there, entwined in my hair, just a few short fucking minutes ago.
Before everything went to hell.
I rake my hand through my hair again, fisting the strands, and sigh in frustration. It doesn’t help that I can still taste her juices on my lips and in my mouth. Still taste her sweet perfection. That when I stare at her I can see her, her legs on my shoulders, her perfect, cunt pressed up against my mouth. It was probably as close to heaven as I’m ever gonna get.
And now, a minute later, she’s staring at me wide eyed like a wild banshee. Like I’m the enemy.
“I’m not signing those damn papers until you tell me what the hell is going on,” I finally force myself to say. I know that I’m a bastard. I’m going to hell already, so why not speed my way there? “You were fine. You were into it. I didn’t force you to do any of that. You kissed me back. I know what a woman looks like when she’s enjoying herself and you were definitely enjoying the living fuck out of yourself.” I don’t want to get angry, but I can’t keep the pissed off tone out of my voice.
The death grip on those papers loosens just a little and Ami eyes me like I’m going to take a bite out of her. I want to, but not in the way she probably thinks. Okay, maybe in the way she thinks… but I swear she’d enjoy it.
Slowly, she tips her chin up defiantly, finding her spirit once again. Transforming from the fearful, timid creature backed into a corner to the wild, furious, spitfire I knew she could be.
And fuck me.
My cock really enjoys watching the transformation. Watching her come to life. Watching the fire spark in her eyes like lightning streaking across a black sky.
“You’re pretty sure of yourself,” she snarls, crinkling the papers when she flaps them at me. “You came here to sign them. So sign. I’ll get you a pen. That—what happened back there—wasn’t part of the plan. What happened at your place was not part of the plan. There isn’t any room for that between us. Not before. Not now.”
I bite down so hard on the inside of my cheek to keep a growl locked in my throat that I taste a flood of copper. I swallow it down, but tasting my blood only makes me crave hers. It makes me want to brutalize her mouth again, nip her lips and devour her until she’s begging for me to take her somewhere else, just to ease the pain and the pressure. I want to take her to her bed, spread her wide, and feast on her cunt until we’re both exhausted from the countless orgasms. It makes me want to fuck up into her, to find out how tight and hot she’d feel around my cock. To feel the tremors and the gasps of her muscles as she comes, milking my dick inside of her.
Fuck.
I give my head a shake and she stares at me, her expression guarded, like she knows exactly what I’m thinking. Of course she knows that I’m thinking. I’m sure my face is advertising it like a damn billboard with a set of flashing neon lights.
“Not until you tell me what the hell just happened.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. She pushes off the wall, but she’s crazy if she thinks I’m going to let her get away from me. Not until she answers me. Because no one goes from nearly orgasming one second to looking like they’ve seen the ghost of their dead grandmother the next.
“Nothing happened,” Ami insists. She looks like she wants to plant her hands on my chest and shove me out of the way, butI’m not gonna let that happen. I’m not budging this time. I’m not letting her run out on me. I’m not tracking her down for a second time.
“Something happened. I’m not signing those papers until you tell me what made you go batshit crazy, not once, but twice.”
“Nothing.” Her eyes dart around the room like she’s looking for her white knight to ride in and save her. Also spoiler alert. There isn’t one coming. I might not be a knight. I might be more like a villain, especially in this story, in my own story, in any story, but she doesn’t need saving from me.
“It was something. Are you gonna tell me or do I have to walk out of here without signing and have you come all the way back to Helena, your tail tucked between your legs, to get the closure you obviously need?”
I love watching those flames devour her eyes. Her beautiful face crumples, her nostrils flaring.
“Me? This isn’t just about me!” She darts forward and slams the stack of papers to my chest like she’s pinning them to the wall. Her eyelid ticks and a vein jumps on her forehead. “This is about you! It’s about getting us both out of a mess that your club and my father got us into! It’s about not having a choice then, unless we wanted our clubs to go to war, but having one now. It’s about taking back everything that was stolen from us. You should want to sign this as badly as I do.”
I blink at her, and I can tell how infuriating it is. “I don’t, though.”
That vein on her forehead throbs angrily. “Why did you even come here then? You said you wanted to sign. You made methink that you were going to act like a decent human being and do what was right. The only thing that actually makes sense.”
“That was before I kissed you.”
“What?” Her eyes go so wide they’re like to saucers in her head.
“I kissed you. Or rather, you kissed me. You might try to stand there and lie to me, but I know you felt it. What I felt.”
