But I don’t get that far across the clubhouse before someone grabs my arm.
“What the—” I yank, but there’s no give, and I turn to see Kooper holding me tight. “Let go, asshole,” I say between clenched teeth. He’s the last person I want to see or talk to right now.
Instead of answering, he just pulls me back. He’s stronger than me, and the fight I give isn’t enough to do more than just piss him off.
“Let go. Get your hands off me.”
Unless the entire place has lost its hearing, not a single brother is willing to step in and stop me from being manhandled.
And I’m just about done with all this bullshit.
So I swing. I give Kooper a good left hook to the face, and it has his head turning. But his grip doesn’t falter. It only gets tighter till he uses the force to swing me over hisshoulder. I’m screaming and hitting him, and not a single goddamn person hears me. Or cares.
“I hate you. I hate you all,” I shout as I’m carried past everyone and into the hallway that leads to a few of the rooms. We pass mine, and I already know where we’re going before we get there.
As soon as my feet are on the ground, I push him away, but really it’s me who bounces back in my stumble. I pretend as if I meant to step back, that walking away from the door, my escape, was what I wanted.
I watch him lock the door and then turn to look at me. There’s anger in his eyes, but also desire. And I hate that I feel it too. I should be pissed the fuck off, not turned on. I can’t help but look at the bed and then scream in my head before looking back. His damn smirk has me clenching my fists tight.
“Wipe that shit off your face before I show you why my right hook is better than my left.”
“You need to calm down.”
“And you need to go fuck yourself.”
He tilts his head and looks at me. I don’t like it. He always sees more than I want. More than I usually know whatIwant till he tells me later.
“Is that it?”
“Is what what? Skip the code talk and speak English for once,” I huff as I run my fingers through my hair and push it off my face.
“You need me to fuck you again to get you to calm down?”
A laugh literally bursts from my mouth. “Ah, no. That is not it at all.”
“I think it is.” He steps off the wall and moves closer, like a predator hunting his prey.
I put up one hand and shake my head.
“No, seriously. I don’t want that.” How can he think I want that right now? I’m pissed off. Hisbuddiesjust tried to tell me what to do with my dad. My dad! They know nothing. They can do whatever the hell they want in the club, but they can’t overstep into my life. Only Dad could do that when he was president, and he isn’t anymore. I’m no one. No longer part of this group. So they can all get fucked.
“You don’t?”
He’s so close now that I have to put both hands up. But he just runs into them and keeps walking. I counter till I hit the wall next to his bathroom. He leans in and runs his nose along my neck. I arch only because I don’t want him to touch me. That’s it. It’s not to give him better access. Especially not when he flicks his tongue out and runs it along my skin. And that moan? That wasn’t a moan. It was a war cry. A cry of anguish and disgust. Not of want or need.
“I think you lie, Peaches.”
“I’m not Peaches.”
He grabs my hips and pulls them flush to his. “You’re right. You’re not justanyPeaches. You’remyPeaches.”
His lips cover mine before I can protest further, invading my mouth with his tongue and plundering it like it’s a damn castle. Destroying my resolve as he continues his onslaught. I’m like a damn maiden, helpless to resist as he grabs my hands and holds them against his chest, pressinghis weight down on me, preventing me from leaving. Preventing me from moving. To do anything but accept this… this… punishment from him.
And itisa punishment. Something I don’t want. Something that’s meant to correct my behavior in some way. To force me to do what he, what the club, wants. How dare he use his lips against me. His perfect soft lips that I remember sucking on my clit for what felt like hours as I came on him last night.
I shake my head and tear my mouth from his. Enough to breathe but barely enough to think, as his lips just move to my neck.
“I’m mad at you.” I’m telling him but reminding myself as well. “You and your brothers can’t tell me what to do.”Damn, he’s really good with his mouth.
