Page 68 of Raze

“I didn’t–”

“Don’t deny it, you got really short with me when I asked about the people you killed today.” I point my finger at him.

“Yeah, Peyton, I got fuckin’ short because they don’t fuckin’ matter, they were shooting fuckin’ bullets at us. We killed ‘em. There's nothin’ complicated about it. It’s who we are. It’s who I am, and judgin’ from the look I’ve seen on your face since I’ve been back I’m thinkin’ it’s somethin’ you can’t handle.” His voice gets louder and more agitated.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t handle. You don't know me, Raze. You have no idea what I’ve–” I stop myself from saying anything that would give away the secret I’m still carrying around like a lead weight.

“So what do we do here, huh? You want me to sit down and tell you every single detail of what I do. Do you wanna glimpse into the fuckin’ shit I got on my conscience, because let me warn ya, it’s a lot fuckin’ worse than six dead rival bikers.”

“It’s not that you killed them today that bothers me, in fact, if they were trying to hurt you, I’m glad you killed them. It’s just…” I could tell him, right here, right now about Kane and the Reaper that I killed, but it feels as if the perfection we’ve been living in has already been fractured, and I want so badly to fix it so I can feel that comfort again.

“I… I love you.” I blurt out the words, feeling petrified when I realize that I actually mean them. Yeah, I’m worried about Kane but all that gets conflicted when I think about what could have happened to Raze today. “And I know what's going through your head. You're thinking that I’m just some stupid broken girl that knows shit about life or how it feels to love someone. But I do because the thought of being without you makes me sick to my stomach.”

I wait for his response, watching in confusion as he picks up Reggie’s carrier and turns it so it’s facing the wall.

“What are you doing?” I laugh nervously.

“I don’t think that you're a stupid broken girl, Peyton.” Raze steps closer to me. All that anger he was holding back seems to have gone, and his voice is soft as he slides his blood-stained fingers under my jaw. His thumb strokes over my bottom lip and when I taste the coppery tinge on it I don’t even care who it belongs to. “I’m in love with you too. Obsessively.” He adds making it impossible not to smile through my tears.

“Which is why there was no way I was gonna let those assholes on the road stop me from comin’ back to ya.” He kisses me, hard and passionately as he walks me backward toward the bed.

His tall frame overpowers my body as he crawls on top of me and forces me to lie down.

“Do you have any idea how much I miss you when we’re apart?” he tells me, looking between us, and raising my dress up to my waist. “Even when we’re together it never feels like we’re close enough.” His rough hands slide over my skin and his fingers reach into my panties.

“These look so fuckin’ pretty on you.” He grazes his bottom lip with his teeth as he admires the lace covering my pussy. “I hope they're not your favorite.” Those fingers turn tense as he tears through the lace and destroys them.

“Raze.” I automatically lift my hips because he’s right, we’re not close enough.

“Calm down, baby girl.” He wets his lips with his tongue and it looks so hot I swear he does it to antagonize me.

“You're gonna have me soon enough.” He watches the way I needily wiggle my hips, with his hand clasped under my chin and a satisfied look on his face.

“Why don’t you show me how you touch yourself when I’m not here,” he suggests. Unbuckling his belt and sliding it free from his jeans.

I don’t want to touch myself, I want him to do it, but he’s got my whole body pulsing and I love how it feels to please this man. I do as he asks, reaching between us and starting to strum my finger against my clit.

I thought having him watch me would be humiliating, but I was wrong. The sparks that his eyes put over my skin as he watches me in fascination makes it so much more intense than when I do it alone.

“You like that? I can see how wet you're getting for me.” He scrutinizes me a little closer making me more and more desperate to feel his touch instead of mine.

“Touch me,” I beg, needing more of his attention. His eyes aren't enough.

“Let's try something different.” He takes his belt and folds it in half.

“You know this is my favorite, I never go on a run, or anywhere important without it,” he explains, softly sliding the soft leather over the inside of my thigh and giving me goosebumps.

“I’d bet you’d like to know how it feels.” He teases it between my legs.

“Peyton. I want you to rub your soaked pussy all over my belt, use it instead of your finger,” he instructs, pressing it against my center so I can take some friction from it. I look down and see where it rests as I slowly move my hips.

“That’s right. You look so hot doin’ that for me. This is what I’m gonna think about every time I wear this belt from now on.” He continues to watch me take pleasure from it and suddenly an unexpected sting from the leather hits my sensitive flesh. I gasp as I look between us in shock.

“Did you like that?” he asks with a menace in his eyes, and all I can do is nod my head back at him because what he did not only took me by surprise but it’s making me a soaked, wound-up mess.

“Keep goin, get my belt good and wet, baby.” He spanks me with it again, not too harshly, but enough to cause that sting that sparks all my nerves, and pushes me closer to the edge.

“You gonna come for me like this?” He frowns and mimics the nod I make back at him with a proud smile on his face.

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