Something flashes in his eyes as he looks at me intently.
“Is that what you want?” His anger can be heard in his tone but that isn’t what I want. I want answers. I want to know why me. I want to know why he’s keeping me away from the others when we all know what I’m here for.
“No.”
“I don’t know the answer to that, Kitten. I like you. I like the fight in you, and regardless of how you came to be here, I’m glad you are. Now tell me about them, the burns. I’m not lettin’ you go right now.” His cock leaps inside of me. Demon shoves me back up with another groan when I’m fully seated on his cock once more. I move my hips slowly, loving how he feels inside of me.
“He used to bring me to these rallies. He used to burn me with his cigarettes when I didn’t follow the rules.”
“What rules? How old were you?”
“I… He let them…” I can’t do this. I stand up, his cock falling from my body as I move to the other side of the bed. Demon moves quickly, grabbing me and pinning me on the bed beneath him. His cock is back inside of me and I feel full once more. This isn’t the time for this. I can’t do this with him and yet here I am letting him back in. What is wrong with me!
“Don’t pull away from me, Kitten. Talk to me,” he urges. Slow rolls of his hips almost make me forget everything, if only for a second. Tears build in my eyes and I can’t stop them from leaking down my cheeks.
“He would let them touch me. When I tried to fight back he would burn me.”
“Fuck, darlin’. How old were you?”
“Six maybe seven. I don’t remember.” Anger morphs into something more in his eyes. I can see it as he looks at me.
“Where is he now?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in years.” He nods his head before he leans down and presses his lips to mine. Everything in the moment explodes. My body, my heart, my mind. Lights flash behind my eyes as I feel him come undone. My body trembles when he finally pulls out of me.
He rolls the condom off and tosses it to the side before reaching for me. Pulling me into his arms I feel safe. That’s not something I should feel when I’m with him. I shouldn’t feel anything because that’s what club girls do. We block out our feelings and just go with the flow but with Demon? I can’t. I burst into tears as he holds me tighter. Everything a mess of emotions.
“It’s okay. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
“He can. He does. He hurts me every time someone sees those scars. It hurts, Demon.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’. If I ever see the motherfucker I will kill him myself,” he whispers into my hair.
Chapter Twelve
Her dress is a baby blue color that barely covers her ass. It’s tight at the top showing off too much tits for me but the bottom is flowy. She has on tan heels that make her legs look longer than they are and her hairs all done up like the pin up girls on posters. Fuck, my cock likes her look a little too much. Men have stared at her all goddamn day today and it’s pissed me off to a point. I know I shouldn’t feel that way considering what she is but I can’t stop it either. It makes me rethink what exactly she is. Maybe she isn’t just a club whore that got passed on to me to break. No, I can feel it when I’m near her. She is more.
I bring the beer to my lips as she dances in the middle of the crowd with Evie and a few of the other girls that are around. Cali has her hands all over my girl and it’s beginning to wear on my nerves. She’s mine. I don’t like anyone – even another girl – touching what’s mine.
“You hear Tadmore MC is out here?” Grinder asks leaning into me so I can hear him.
“Who the fuck are they?” He chuckles.
“Some fucked up shit that moves around a lot.”
“Settin’ up new chapters?”
“Not that I heard. Just them tryin’ to find a place to fit in. Rico said they are one to keep an eye on around the girls. Backstabbin’ motherfuckers.”
I nod my head and make a mental note to watch out for them. Although most every club here is friendly for the most part, you always get that one club that wants to break the goddamn rules.
“Keep the girls on a short leash, yeah?” Grinder nods his head when Drake walks over.
“Goddamn Evie is gonna have me murder a motherfucker out here,” he growls when I see the way the men are staring. I chuckle and slap a hand on his shoulder. She’s wearing her property cut so she should be okay but that doesn’t always mean anything.
Then someone grabs Cheryl and her eyes widen. My lips part as my eyes narrow trying to get a read on her facial expressions. It’s like she’s seen a ghost. The man tugs on her but she turns her head, searching for what? Me? Then our eyes lock and I’m off the stool I’d been sitting on. The man follows her gaze. When he sees me coming he takes off the other way. Cheryl turns away from him and runs, slamming into me so hard we both nearly fall over. She’s panicking and shaking.
“What happened? Who was that?” I ask her quickly needing an answer before I rip some motherfucker’s head off.
“He can’t be here. He’s here, Demon. I need to go.” She pulls out of my arms and takes off through the crowd. I glance over at Grinder but he just shrugs his shoulders. I head back to the table unsure of if I should chase after her or not. She seemed shaken but not so much that she couldn’t run off.
“What the fuck was that?” Drake asks.
“Fuck if I know. She took off.”
“You hear about the Tadmore shit? Everyone’s talkin’ about them.” He changes the subject. I grab my beer and take another long pull.
“Grinder was just tellin’ me about it. What’s the deal with them?”
“I don’t know, brother. Saw a few wanderin’ around but they seemed fine to me.”
“Never seen them or heard of them. We don’t need no other bullshit so as long as they aren’t fuckin’ with us we’re good,” I tell them both. Grinder nods his head but then looks at me funny.
“What?”
“That man out there on the floor was one of them. You didn’t see the cut?”
“No. I wasn’t lookin’ at cuts,” I tell him. I know I should have been but I was too focused on her. That girl is fucking with my head and I don’t like it. But I find that I can’t help it. She occupies my mind, making me lose of sense of everything besides her.
“That was one of them,” he says once more. Fuck my life. Why can’t shit ever be easy?
“Keep an eye on the girls. I’m gonna go find Cheryl and see what she knows.”
“Wait up for us. We’ll come.” Drake shoves from his stool and walks to the dance floor to grab Evie. She looks like she’s going to protest until Drake whispers something in her ear. Her cheeks turn pink and she follows right behind him as well as Cali and the few others who came along. As a group we walk the block back to the hotel when I hear her screams. I take off running toward the sound when I see the same man grabbing her arm and tugging her along with him.
“You might wanna rethink touchin’ another club’s property,” I growl. The man turns and looks me up and down, releasing the hold he had on her. I motion for her to come to me and she does quickly like a good girl. I want to kiss her, tell her she’s okay, but I also want to know what the fuck is going on with this guy.