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But, well, we all chalked that up to karma.
Aside from that, there were no reports of murders or assaults that led back to the “Seven Sins MC” as they called themselves.
Sure, they threw their insane parties. And, yes, they whispered words of encouragement to bring out the evil in those people. But the fact of the matter was, the kinds of people who attended those parties didn’t exactly need much encouragement. They were always going to let their evil out. So we couldn’t exactly blame the demons for it happening.
So, no, I had no reason to accuse Minos or his friends of such heinous crap.
Objectively, I’d only done so to try to force a bit of distance between us because I didn’t have my wall anymore to rely on, and he was seeing and feeling way too much.
And I felt bad about it, damnit.
But the second he said ‘fuck you’ to me, all that remorse flew out of the window.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever gone from feeling bad to feeling absolutely pissed that quickly before.
I didn’t even know why it had such an impact.
It wasn’t like it was the first time someone ever said ‘fuck you’ to me before. It wouldn’t be the last either.
The only thing I could conclude was that it was a problem only because it was coming from him.
Did that make any kind of sense on a rational level? No, of course not.
But there was no denying it was the truth.
Some part of me didn’t want him to be angry with me.
Which made me, well, do my usual half-baked form of emotional self-defense.
I lashed out.
I just hadn’t been prepared for his reaction to that.
Sure, things between Minos and me often got, well, rough. Borderline violent. But it was in the midst of sex.
Having him grab me by the throat in a way that would likely leave some very vivid, yet temporary, bruises, though, that was new.
There was no denying the way my sex clenched hard at the roughness, at the barely-contained rage, as he yanked me forward by my throat before his lips crashed down on mine.
My back slammed into the side of a building a second before Minos pressed his pelvis forward, grinding his straining cock against the juncture of my thighs.
His lips muffled the moan as it escaped me.
I could fake a lot of things in my life.
But if there was one thing I couldn’t fake, it was pretending I didn’t want him.
Every time he was near, it was like I was helpless but to crave him, to need him.
“Minos,” I said against his lips as his hand went to the waistband of my pants, working the button and zipper free before starting to yank downward. “Someone could see us,” I added.
Admittedly, there wasn’t a whole lot of resistance in my voice. How could there be, when my entire body was screaming for him?
“I don’t give a fuck,” he said, yanking them down over my ass, then grabbing me, turning me, and pressing my face against the wall.
His other hand moved between us to work his cock free before I felt him press against me, promising fullness to that aching emptiness inside.
The hand holding my neck against the wall slid around, closed around my throat again as Minos’s face lowered down near my ear.
“Say it,” he demanded, voice rough as his cock slid between my thighs, rubbed against my pussy, but refused to slam inside.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, arching my ass upward.
A low rumble moved through him at that.
“Good girl,” he hissed the second before his cock slammed inside me.
There was no more wasting time, both of us acutely aware of how public we were. And neither, I imagined, too keen on getting dragged in on public indecency charges.
So Minos fucked me.
Hard.
Fast.
His hand slid between my thighs to work my clit, driving me up faster until he had me at that precipice.
“Come for me, baby,” he demanded, voice rough with his own need for release. “That’s it,” he hissed as my pussy tightened.
His hand tightened around my throat, cutting off circulation just as the orgasm crashed through my system.
I was left gasping, unable to make a sound as the waves kept moving through me. “Yeah, squeeze my cock,” he demanded, fucking me harder still.
“Oh, God,” I hissed as soon as the orgasm-haze cleared from my brain, making me reach back to push him back a step, making him slip out of me.
My hands fumbled to drag my panties and pants back up to cover myself as I was vaguely aware of Minos doing the same.
“That can’t happen again,” I hissed, brushing my hair back away from my flushed face.
“You keep saying that, and yet…” Minos said, shooting me a self-satisfied smirk. And, damn him, he kind of earned it.
“We just wasted precious time,” I shot back.
