Page 22 of Sinful Secrets

“Shh, look at me, Bambi, it’s okay, darlin’, just breathe. I promise it will ease soon,” he says, his voice strained. I open my eyes and look into his… he looks pained.

“Are you in pain too?” I ask.

He smiles and shakes his head. “No, darlin’, I'm the damn opposite. You feel so damn good.” He breathes. “I'm going to start moving slowly, I promise it will start to feel good, just try and relax.”

He moves and I wince as it still hurts a little. He leans down, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking, giving me a jolt of pleasure. “Oh,” I moan.

Khan smiles before taking my mouth, kissing me as he rolls his hips, moving in and out of me. His hand grips my thigh, hooking my leg over his hip, making it feel deeper, bringing a different feeling of pleasure.

He looks down between us. “Look at me taking you, darlin’, look at me fucking you.” He pants, moving faster. I look down and heat builds deep down from watching our bodies connect in such a way. I feel myself begin to tighten.

“Khan,” I pant.

“Yeah, I feel you, darlin’. I can feel you squeezing me, and fuck, you feel fucking incredible.” He moans, moving faster and faster. I dig my nails in his back as I take what he's giving me.

“Khan, I… I… Oh! Yes!” I cry out.

“Fuck,” he roars, slamming himself inside me one last time, and I watch as the muscles across his body tense.

Both panting, I smile softly and he leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips. His gaze comes to mine as he strokes my cheek. He doesn’t return the smile as he looks down at me with something in his eyes, something I haven’t seen before. Then suddenly, without saying a word, he removes himself from me, and it makes me hiss in pain. He stands and walks off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, making me jump. I lay there feeling confused. Maybe this is how it’s meant to be?

I grab the sheet and pull it over myself, feeling sore. I sit there and wait for him to come back out. When it’s been a while, I get up and go to the bathroom door, standing there for a moment, feeling apprehensive about knocking. I take a breath and knock.

“Khan,” I call out. “Are you okay?” I ask.

The door swings open and Khan stares down at me. “No, I'm fine. I've ran you a bath, it will help you feel better,” he says before moving past me.

“Khan,” I call out, and he stops, not looking at me, keeping his back to me. “Did I do it wrong?” I ask, worried that I did something wrong and maybe I've upset him.

He looks at me over his shoulder. “No, you did absolutely nothing wrong,” he says, his voice strained and cold before he walks out of the bedroom, leaving me stood there feeling confused and hurt.

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It’s been three days since Khan and I slept together. He's barely spoken to me; he hasn’t held me or kissed me. I feel lost. I don’t know what I have done wrong and when I try and ask him, he just brushes it off or changes the subject.

Needing to be out of the cabin and away from him, I try to clear my thoughts. Maybe I got it all wrong? Maybe this is how it is for everyone? I have no comparison; I feel as confused and lost as I did in my first days with the Satan’s. From the movies, from the book, it appeared it was different than this. Having spent most of the afternoon up here alone, Khan hasn’t even come looking for me. I make my way back down to the cabin. As I approach, I see another bike parked next to Khan’s.

I hear Khan talking to someone and I pause by the open door and listen.

“What do you mean you haven’t fucking asked her yet?!” I hear yelled.

“I haven’t had the fucking chance! I didn’t want to be stuck up here in this fucking cabin with her. It ain’t my fault she hasn’t told us information about the damn cult,” Khan snaps back. I immediately feel a pain hit my chest at his words.

“You’ve fucked her, haven’t you? Shit, brother, how have you managed to fuck her and not get the information we need?! You're losing your touch, you're supposed to fuck them to make them sweet, make them sing like a damn canary, not fuck them into silence!”

“No disrespect, Pres, but you don’t know shit,” Khan snaps back.

Tears fall down my face. That’s all he wanted, information about my community. He used me… only, I didn’t give up any information, and that is why he isn’t talking to me, that’s why he was angry after we had sex.

“I know you're a fucking idiot, so don’t try and play me for one. I don’t know what you're afraid of, but chances are, you’ve probably fucked things up for yourself and for the damn club.”

I wipe away my tears, take a deep breath and walk through the door. Both men freeze when they see me.

Chapter Fourteen

Khan

The anger radiates through me at Rip’s words. I refuse to admit it’s because he is right. I’m about to give him a piece of my damn mind when I see her stood there in the doorway. Her pained eyes are on mine, and she doesn’t have to tell me that she heard everything because her face says it all.

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