“Um, you came inside me earlier.”
“Yeah, so. I plan to do it again soon. I want you so full of my cum that everyone within a fifty-mile radius with a cock knows you’re mine.”
His voice was growly, and she saw his eyes flash amber.
“You don’t wanna put your mouth there with your … you know.” She tried to say with her eyes what she was too embarrassed to voice aloud.
“The fuck I don’t,” Monster snapped his left arm forward, pulling the ring free from the wooden bed frame. The hand went to her throat, and he spoke with finality. “Pixie, there will never come a time that I don’t want to feast on your beautiful pussy.”
His words, the hand on her throat, the husk in his voice—they were a trinity of arousal. Carys did another thing she’d never done, at least not in front of anyone else.
One hand found her clit and started the perfect rhythm. One she knew would push her over the edge in under thirty seconds, especially with his body under hers.
“Fuck, Pixie. That’s hot.” She kept her eyes on his face, while he was intently watching her fingers. She wanted to touch him, but she was so far up his chest that trying to give him a hand job behind her back with any finesse would be impossible.
Her fingers sped up, and in no time, she came. A whispered, “Arden,” left her lips as there was a pounding on the door.
Carys squeaked and half jumped, half tumbled backward off Monster, landing on his legs and bed.
Monster barked a curse. She understood why—she felt his dick at her back as she forced it backward. That caused her to laugh hard. With equal parts concern and mirth, she tried to ask if he was okay.
“Yeah,” he shouted at the door while he grabbed the little bag and handed it to Carys. Understanding his meaning, she unlocked the cuff at the headboard before unlocking the other one and removing it from his wrist.
“Pigs at the gate,” someone yelled through the door. “Asking for you by your government name.”
“Gimme two, Prez.”
Monster strode to the dresser. After pulling a fresh pair of jeans from a drawer, he donned a black tee. Sitting on the foot of the bed, he pulled on his boots. He stood and shrugged on his cut, before turning to her. “This will only take me a few minutes. Then I want to tongue-fuck that sweet cunt.”
He kissed her hard and left the room.
The second he was gone; she jumped up herself and hastily got dressed. Cops at the clubhouse looking for Monster couldn’t be a coincidence. Either something went wrong with their story or the clean-up, and she refused to let Monster or his club pay more than they already had because of her father.
Carys didn’t have a clue what she could do, but she had to try.
When she walked through the main area, it was all but deserted, so no one tried to stop her.
Opening the door, she made her way toward the front but stopped to take in the scene.
Monster and his president stood just inside the gate, arms folded across their chests in similar stances. Todd and his partner stood just outside.
Todd was yelling and pointing at Monster, while Officer Davis seemed to be trying to diffuse the situation.
What the hell?
Had he gone back to the house and realized something was amiss? If that were the case, he’d be looking for her, not Monster.
Their voices rose, and she could hear them from the corner of the building where she stood, trying to decide her best move.
“You talk a big game from the other side of a fence,” Todd taunted.
Monster laughed. That was his response, just a laugh. It sent the clear message that Todd and authority in general didn’t intimidate him.
She shifted her gaze to Todd. He was beyond pissed. If someone had told her back when she first got engaged to him that Todd lost his temper, she would’ve laughed in their face. Todd was even. Not too passionate about anything, never overly emotional, just very even. However, once she moved in with him, she’d been shown how wrong she’d been.
But the version of Todd outside the gate, he was worse than that even.
“Why don’t you come with me to the station, and we can handle it there,” Todd gritted the words out as if he was having a devil of a time controlling himself.
