Her real name was Daniella. She was the daughter of a multi-millionaire mogul and had trained as a doctor specialising in emergency care. No wonder she had known what to do when The Judge had been shot. She had grown up in New York, worked in a New York emergency room. It wasn’t her first shooting.
I knew all of that, and yet I couldn't get my head around the woman in front of me being the same woman I had seen articles about.
They were two totally different entities.
Would she have even looked at me twice back then? I had seen the man she had been engaged to: the slicked over hair, the preppy clothes. That was the kind of man she had gone for. And yet now...
Now she wanted me.
“Woofy, what…?”
I realised too late that the dog had stopped his circling and was barking through the iron gate, looking straight at me.
Gypsy, or Daniella, whatever she wanted to call herself, looked over, and her eyes widened as she caught me staring at her,
“Fang, how long have you been…?”
I didn’t let her finish. I was off my bike and pushing open the gate before I could even think, my cock ruling my good sense. I knew I should have talked to her, told her what I had discovered, but I knew I couldn't.
Lifting her into my arms, I melded my lips to hers and crashed us back against the opposite wall. My hands were everywhere.
It didn’t matter to me what the hell she called herself.
She was mine.
I tugged at the stretchy material of her pants and the fabric ripped away, leaving her pussy bare for me.
No, it didn’t matter what she called herself.
It only mattered that she was mine.
25
Gypsy
One minuteI was doing yoga in the small, paved yard, trying to stretch my body so my mind would clear from all the negative thoughts that were swirling around it, and the next, Fang, giant burly president of the Savage Sons MC had me in his arms, his mouth hungrily devouring mine.
I kissed him back.
It wasn’t sweet or caring, it was passion more like anger, but that was us all over.
Darting a hand between our bodies, Fang tore the stretchy material away from my crotch. I should have been angry, but part of me understood his eagerness.
I couldn't wait either.
The need for him to be inside my body was all consuming, burning away any rational thought I had.
“Fang.” I nipped at his lip, drawing it into my mouth hard as his panting breath washed over me.
I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but I liked it.
It almost made me laugh. It probably would have if I hadn’t been so busy kissing him. Just a day earlier we had hated each other. Although hate might have been a strong word to use. We had at the very least disliked each other, but there we were, making out like two horny teenagers with my bare pussy rubbing deliciously against the denim of his jeans.
Maybe it was because we loathed so much about each other that we found it impossible to keep our hands off each other. The heat between us was scorching. I had never felt anything like it before.
But there was more to it than that. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt safe when he was close to me. Which, seeing as who he was and what he did, was pretty stupid of me.
“I missed you.” Fang's lips left mine to nibble his way down my jaw. And with each swipe of his tongue against my skin, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I squirmed slightly in his arms.
