Because they all know I mean it.
Twenty-Two
Emma
Watching Hawk beat the absolute hell out of that guy should probably scare me, but it doesn’t. In fact, it does the exact opposite. My heart races as Diesel and Ghost drag Hawk back, stopping him before he actually kills the guy. The entire clubhouse falls silent, every set of eyes glued to Hawk, as if they’re waiting for his next move. All I can think is—holy shit. That was hot.
Riot’s arms wrap around my waist, keeping me steady, but I can feel the laughter bubbling up inside him. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, shaking his head. “She fits right in.” Nearby, someone—Diesel, I think—snorts in agreement. “Guess we didn’t need to worry about her bein’ here after all.” I frown slightly at that but choose not to respond; my focus is too consumed by Hawk.
His back is still turned to me, but I can see the tension rolling off him, shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths, fists clenched tightly at his sides. The air around him crackles with energy, almost palpable. Then he turns around, and oh. Oh wow. He looks absolutely furious.
His dark eyes lock onto mine across the room, and my stomach flips—not with fear, but with excitement. He starts marchingtoward me, and my eyes widen. Instead of backing away, I can’t help but smirk. Then I turn and run.
I manage to make it about three steps before a massive hand grabs the back of my arm, spinning me around. I yelp as I’m swept off my feet, the floor disappearing beneath me as Hawk throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. “Hey!” I protest, laughter bubbling up despite the situation.
SMACK. His hand comes down hard on my ass, the sound echoing in the stunned silence of the clubhouse. I gasp, surprised. “You did not just—!” But he ignores me completely and starts walking—no, stalking—through the clubhouse. People instinctively move out of his way as he carries me down a dim hallway at the back, the walls blurring past in a rush.
My heart pounds now, not from fear, but from a rush of anticipation. He kicks open a door and steps inside, dropping me onto my feet before I can fully register we’re in an office. Before I know it, he shoves me back against the wall, hard.
His hand grips my face, fingers wrapping around my jaw and pinning me in place. He’s breathing hard, his eyes blazing with an intensity that ignites something deep within me. “You,” he growls, “are fucking trouble.” I blink up at him, feigning innocence. “Me?”
“You need to watch your fucking mouth around these men,” he snaps, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re lucky my boys got there when they did.” His knee wedges between my legs, and before I can stop myself, I grind down against it, a soft whimper escaping my lips.
His breath hitches, and I can feel the heat radiating between us. His hand slides from my face down to my corseted top, gripping the tight fabric over my waist. His head drops slightlyas he stares down at it, his expression shifting from anger to something more primal. “Jesus fuck,” he groans, the tension in the air thickening. “Are you trying to fucking kill me wearing this?”
I bite my lip, feeling bold. “Maybe.” That’s all it takes. He grabs my face again and crushes his mouth against mine. The kiss is rough, hungry, and possessive—a declaration of intent that leaves me breathless. I melt into him immediately, my hands sliding up into his hair, kissing him back just as fiercely.
He groans against my mouth, pulling away just long enough to trail his lips down my neck. His teeth graze my skin, then bite down, causing me to gasp in surprise. His mouth moves lower, leaving marks along my collarbone and the exposed skin of my chest above my corset. He loves marking me, and judging by the way he’s breathing against my skin, he really loves it.
He doesn't give me time to think. One second his mouth is on my neck, the next he's grabbing my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist as he spins and pins me against the rough wall. The impact knocks the air from my lungs, but I don't care. All I can feel is the hard length of his cock pressing against me through our clothes.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growls, his voice thick with lust as he grinds against me. "To get me so worked up I can't think straight?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching my hips against him. "God, yes."
He fumbles with his belt buckle, the sound of metal clanking echoing in the alley. His hands are shaking with need. "Fucking tease," he mutters, yanking my skirts up around my waist. "Walking around dressed like this, acting like you don't know what you're doing to me."
I cry out as he rips my pants off and panties aside, his fingers finding me slick and ready. "Look at that," he chuckles darkly. "So fucking wet for me already." He thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them just right. "This pussy belongs to me, doesn't it?"
"Yes," I moan, my head falling back against the wall. "It's yours."
"Damn right it is." He pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock in one hard thrust. I scream as he fills me completely, stretching me wide. He doesn't wait for me to adjust, just starts fucking me hard and fast against the wall.
"Take it," he grunts, pounding into me. "Take every fucking inch." His hands grip my ass, pulling me onto him with each thrust. "You love this, don't you? Love being fucked like a dirty little whore in an office where anyone could walk in and see us."
I can only moan in response, my nails digging into his shoulders. The wall scrapes against my back with each brutal thrust, but the pain only adds to the pleasure. He's so deep, hitting that spot inside me that makes my whole body tremble.
"Look at me," he commands, grabbing my chin and forcing my eyes to meet his. His face is twisted with raw need, sweat beading on his forehead. "I want to see your face when I make you come."
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing rough circles as he continues to fuck me mercilessly. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and I can feel my orgasm building fast. "That's it," he encourages. "Come for me. Come all over my cock like the good little slut you are."
His dirty words push me over the edge. I scream his name as my pussy clamps down around him, waves of pleasure crashingthrough me. He follows right after, burying himself deep inside me with a guttural groan as he spills his hot cum.
We stay like that for a moment, both breathing heavily as we come down from our high. He gently lowers me to the ground, but keeps me pinned against the wall with his body. "You're going to walk around the rest of the night with my come dripping out of your pussy. Let everyone see what a dirty girl you are, marked and claimed."
I lean against his desk, trying to catch my breath. Glancing down at my chest, I burst into laughter. Dark bruises and bite marks decorate the exposed skin above my corset, a testament to our heated encounter. I shake my head, still chuckling. “It looks like I got mauled by a wild animal.”
Hawk smirks from where he stands in front of me with his arms crossed. “I am your wild animal.” Before I can respond, he leans down and bites my neck again, his teeth sinking in just enough to elicit a playful yelp. “Ow!” I laugh, swatting at his chest. “Asshole.” He just chuckles, clearly enjoying himself.
