“You crude motherfucking asshole,” I snap and drop my heels along with my purse to shove his chest with both hands.
The snick of metal draws my attention to my hands and I can feel my eyes widen.
“What the hell?”I whisper and move my hands to get out of the cuffs he just threw on my wrists.“Get them off, you idiot.”
“Nope.You made your bed, and now we’re both going to roll in it.”He grabs the metal of the cuffs, bends down to grab my purse and heels, and pulls me along to his motorcycle.
I wait for him to get close and when he’s in striking distance I fight like hell.Except, his grip on me is hard and very distracting.A growl rumbles through him and it’s the only warning I get before his lips slam down over mine.
Stunned by the fire licking my veins, I gasp and the man takes full advantage by sliding his tongue inside.Where I felt bliss from the sea a moment ago to be able to relax...it doesn’t even compare to the serenity and ecstasy I feel now.
CHAPTER FIVE
–SEVRIN –
Kissing her was the worst decision I ever made, but damn if it didn’t awaken something primal inside me.I’ve never felt more alive than I do now.Over the past few decades I’ve been full throttle dealing with shit, which mainly involves the family of the woman sitting on the back of my bike.
Not so much sitting on my bike voluntarily, thanks to the warded cuffs she’s wearing.Exactly like the kiss; she didn’t have a choice.Though, she did kiss me back and was fisting my denim vest with her bound hands when I finally came to my senses and ripped my lips from hers.
It’s the damn bond intensifying with each step we take.Hell, it was why I got on my bike and ended up at the beach...exactly where Fosca was standing.Instinctively, I knew exactly where to find her.Like a damn vision, knee-deep in the sea, wind blowing through her silky looking dark brown hair.
Dammit.I need to focus.What’s going on between us is only due to the fated mate link.It’s the chemistry in our DNA to ensure a good eternal bond, the best chance to create offspring, us being immortal and all.There’s no love or mushy feelings involved, which is probably a good thing since I’ve been hating her, along with her family, for decades.
Fosca shifts her hands, still testing to see if she can get out of the cuffs.Those things also made it easier to keep her on the back of my bike when I shoved my upper body through her arms.She moves them again and this time her fingers graze my cock.
Yeah, I can hate the woman and still want to fuck her.It’s basically my body following nature’s course and shit.The only thing I need to know before I give in to the urge to get my cock wet is her intentions.Hating the woman just for being Cassius’s sister is one thing, and can lead to her trying to screw with my head or lead me right into a trap set by that fucker.
The only reason why I’m considering to fuck and set the bond in place, allowing for our powers to evolve, is how I found her.Knee deep in the sea, guard down, and it made me furious to see her allowing herself to be vulnerable.Any supernatural with bad intentions could have taken her life, and with it the essence of her powers.
There are a lot of different supernatural beings, but when one turns to darkness it will spiral into an endless hunger.They will keep killing other supernatural beings to devour their essence.It basically means they power up for a moment, and then everything drains away.Hence the endless cycle of killing.
I’ve never encountered such an entity.The stories I’ve heard came from my parents.It’s how every supernatural learns about their history, powers, and legacy.I’m blessed to still have my parents, even if they moved back to Italy after my sister ran off and my other siblings were killed by Cassius.
I took the gavel and the responsibility to hunt the fucker down.He’s been underground ever since his killing spree, and I’ve been waiting to rip his head off ever since.Being immortal means I can wait centuries, but eventually I will get my revenge.Having his sister on the back of my bike is a nice development and a step forward in finally ending this shit.
Parking in front of the clubhouse, I hit the kickstand and grab the cuffs to lift Fosca’s arms over my head.Dismounting first, I turn and help her off the bike.The door of the clubhouse swings open when we hit the porch, allowing us to walk right in.
