Page 16 of Marked By Myth

Of course she didn’t.

She wanted to hurt me.

Turning, I saw her running toward the door, after Flash. I followed her, ignoring the words of my men. She was on the porch, watching Flash jump on his bike and leave.

“What the fuck?” she asked into the air as if it held the answers.

“He knows what’s best for him,” I said to her, standing close enough I could smell her shampoo. A rich vanilla and spice scent wrapped around me, tormenting me.

“You had no right.”

“I had every right,” I said, a little harsher than I anticipated it to be. “You’re mine.”

Movement to the side of us had her turning her head to see a beaten up Belle coming up the stairs, the loyal club girls and Missy walking up behind her. Belle didn’t dare look at me as she walked past.

“You beat up women now?”

“Does it look like I touched her?”

Rox turned. Her face was an artwork of rage. “Why?”

“She overstepped her boundaries,” I explained.

“Why? Because she was laying claim to you? You obviously gave her that idea at one point.”

When she crossed her arms over her chest, I could see the fire in her eyes that I had missed. That same fire that would have us fucking out our frustrations for days, back in the old days.

“She’s got no claim to me. I’ve never fucked her. The only woman here who has any claim is my ol’ lady, and last I checked that position was taken.”

“By who?” she asked, looking around her as if she didn’t know it was her.

“Funny,” I said. “You’re still my wife.”

She bristled, tension coming off her in waves, but she didn’t dispute it. She couldn’t. In fifteen years, she had never filed for divorce. The thought never occurred to me either. It was something I couldn’t bring myself to allow.

Just as she was standing before me now, and I knew I wasn’t letting her go again.

I couldn’t.

“I’ve had enough,” she said, wearily. “I’m going.”

As she pushed to move past me, I caught her wrist and pulled her back. She gasped before I closed the distance, and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to me. Our lips met in unbridled passion, her fury matching my anguish, but she settled into the kiss. Her tongue lashing against my own.

The battle for dominance turned me on. My cock pushed against the zipper of my jeans painfully as I pulled her body up against mine. She molded to me like she was the perfect fit in my puzzle. When she moaned into my mouth, I was done for.

Breaking the kiss, reality seeped in for a split second. Her eyes were a myriad of rage and fury, before I felt her hand come out and slap me against the side of the face. My cheek burned from the slap, a burning that had me close to bending her over the railing of the porch and fucking her in front of everyone so they all knew she was mine. Rox made a move to do it again, my hand catching her delicate wrist in mine and squeezing. She let out a pained expression but didn’t cry out. Her eyes turned to me.

“You’re not leaving me again, Rox.”

“Like he—”

I cut her off by bending and hauling her over my shoulder. She battered my back with her fists, as I walked back inside, past my brothers and toward my room. Fang was there, at my door, a knowing look on his face.

“Are you sure about this, Prez?”

“Fuck off. You’re acting Prez until I’m done.”

He nodded once, and moved out of the way, before I moved into my room, kicking it shut with the back of my boot, and locking it. Her fists hadn’t stopped, her knees ramming into my sides as she fought me.