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I don’t want to believe what that skank said, but she’d been in Beast’s bed. Hair mused, her face looking all too pleased by being caught, and her body looked way better than mine. Where I have scars, she’s flawless.
Of course, any man would find her sexy because she’s not damaged goods. She’s not been violated as I have.
Tears spill, and a sob breaks through what little hold I have left on the anguish inside me. Curling more into myself, I hate what I’m feeling and why, but I can’t help it.
I wish I could be everything Beast needs, but I’m not. Even I can sense he’s gentle with me even when he’s taking me hard. He doesn’t lose his control while fucking me. I’ve heard the stories about what he’s like in bed. Plenty of women have bragged about being taken by him like a beast rather than a man. He’s rough and wild in bed, but not once has he been either with me. So, it can only mean one thing. I don’t think I’m enough to give him what he needs, and because of this, he’d go to one of those women to get it.
My heart breaks at the thought. It truly tears me into pieces, coming to realize all of this. Why couldn’t I be enough for him?
I barely register the sound of the rumbling roar of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway. It’s Ivy and Reaper’s house. I’m used to the sound from when I lived here. I don’t know what came over me to come here, but it’s home. Both Ivy and Reaper made it so it’s my home too. I guess that would explain why I needed to come here. It’s the first place I ever felt I belong. They didn’t just treat me like I was some victim. Ivy saw to it that I knew I wasn’t. Reaper made certain I felt welcomed and that I was family regardless of not sharing blood.
So many years ago, right after I turned eighteen, he hired me at Keeper’s Pub, giving me my first job. He didn’t have to take the chance on me, but he did. For that, I’ll always be thankful because it meant freedom. Freedom from the life I didn’t want.
“Woman, you want to explain to me what the fuck you’re doing here and not at the clubhouse?”
The voice attached to the question has me jumping in shock and surprise. I stare at Beast with wide eyes for the first time seeing him pissed off. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this. Sure, he’s been irritated and frustrated, but never this.
“What are you doing here, Beast?” I ask, licking my dry lips nervously.
“Came to get you,” he growls, his voice nearly animalistic, stepping closer to the bed, hand reaching out in my direction. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you,” I whisper, my heart aching. The pain of what I felt, the betrayal, it’s agonizing.
“Baby, you either come with me peacefully, or I throw you over my shoulder and take you out of here. Either way, we’re leaving here together and going the fuck home.”
My mouth parts in a silent gasp, and my eyes widen. He can’t be serious right now.
“Beast, just go.” Shaking my head, I turn away from him. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Too bad,” he states in one second and the next, I find myself up and over his shoulder.
“Beast,” I gasp, “put me down.” I try to push myself upright, but unfortunately, I don’t have the upper arm strength to do it.
“Not gonna happen.”
Moving through the house, Beast doesn’t say another word as he stalks through the door and out to the bike, where he finally sets me down with my ass planted on the back. Deciding to play it smart, I don’t bother trying to get off as he gets on in front ofme. I figure I’ll get away from him whenever we get where he’s taking me.
He said home. Does that mean he’s taking me to my house? If so, I’ll scoop up Jagger and go hole up in my room.
Beast settles in front of me, turns his bike on, adjusts the heavy machinery between his legs, and kicks up the kickstand. Tense, I wrap my arms around Beast’s waist, not wanting him to order me to do so or force me closer, and he doesn’t do either, thankfully.
On the back of Beast’s bike, I find a moment of peace, feeling the fresh air and the wind whipping around us. Every time I’m on the back of his bike it feels amazing. There’s nowhere else I would rather be. It sucks that the ride is shorter than I would have liked. In no time, Beast is pulling up at the house, mine, of course, and parks just outside the backdoor.
I should say something to him about parking wherever he sees fit in my yard. I mean, I have a garage for a reason. I also have a flipping driveway.
I climb off the back of his bike, not waiting for him as I stomp over to the door, unlock it using the key I happen to have put in my pocket, and step into the house. I barely get through the entrance when I feel Beast’s heat at my back. He moves quickly, gripping my arm and twirling me around to face him while pressing me against the wall right next to where the door closes.
“Beast, let me go,” I murmur, unsure of what he’s trying to prove.
“I don’t think so, woman, I’m tired of the bullshit. You always running and hiding. Always pushing me away rather than talkin’ to me,” he snarls, getting in my face, his body leaving no space between the two of us.
“Maybe I do it out of self-preservation.” I breathe, my breast brushing against his chest.
“Bullshit, you do it because you’re damn scared of what we’ve got, and I’m done letting you run. You ain’t running from me anymore,” he says just before slamming his mouth to mine. His tongue plunges in and demands control. One hand holds me still at the waist while the other moves and tangles my hair in a tightening grip that should scare me, but it doesn’t.
In fact, it does the complete opposite. Between my legs, I can feel the moisture seeping from my entrance, soaking my panties. It’s total lunacy I would be wet because of him controlling me like this, but I am.
Beast moves and lifts me until I have no other choice but to wrap myself around him. Moving through the house, Beast carries me to my bedroom and leans forward until my back is to the mattress.
