Page 37 of Bullet

“I haven’t seen Bullet since this morning. He wasn’t with me today. He shut down Indulgence until he takes care of your situation. But I didn’t want to talk in front of Levi. I don’t know how much Bullet has told everyone about you.”

“He’s been gone all day, so I don’t think he’s told them anything yet. I assumed he was with you since you came in together.”

“Nope. I don’t know where he was.” We walked down the hall. “He’s probably outside at the oil drum. That’s where he was when I got here. Theystand around and talk.” She pointed to a door. “Bathroom is in there. I’ll see you later?”

I nodded. Before I could step away, Bristol knocked once and opened Kodiak’s door. “Never mind, he’s in here.”

I froze as the door opened just far enough for me to see into the room. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. A blistering heat boiled low in my belly, rising like a wave of lava, burning and suffocating. Yet, an icy chill shivered along my spine.

Bullet’s gray eyes were nearly black as they narrowed on me. Time seemed to stop, but I couldn’t turn away. As if I’d been garroted, I struggled to breathe. A strange sort of fear coiling within me.

Another girl, Skye, was bent over the edge of the bed. Kodiak finished snorting a line of something off her skin, then slammed his palm against her back, forcing her chest into the mattress, and he railed into her from behind.

My gaze remained rooted to Bullet.

I didn’t know this man, but inside I ached. He was brutally beautiful. Raw and untamed. He was everything I never should have wanted. His touch wasn’t gentle as his hand fisted in Scarlett’s hair. He forced her head down until she gagged on his cock.

A torrent of emotions choked my throat. I could feel the power in his presence and the thrust of his hips as he fucked her mouth.

My vision blurred, narrowing to a single point of staring into his eyes. He was all I could see, snared into a turbulent storm of some sick desire that had me wanting to be the woman on her knees.

Four months ago, he’d imprinted his soul onto mine. Because knowing who he was, I was breathless, and my heart rabbited within my chest.

Tendons stretched his neck. His mouth whispered my name, or maybe he was telling me to get out, but he held me prisoner with his eyes. But even that faded to black as he growled, his lips pulled into a sneer, and muscles in his forearms flexed. Scarlett moaned as he filled her mouth with cum.

I took a step back and then another. What was only seconds felt like an eternity, and then Bristol swung the door closed, breaking the connection. I spun on my heels, crossed the hall, and fled into Levi’s room. I rushed into the bathroom, closed, and locked the door. My chest ached with the pressure and pounding of my heart.

A torrent of heat burned through my veins. My nipples hardened and my breasts grew heavy. A savage need clawed up my throat and escaped my mouth as a desperate moan. I slid my hand into the front of my jeans and slid my finger along my soaked slit.

The graze of my clit sent shards of painful pleasure through me. With an uncontrolled need, I jerked open the snap of my jeans, cut the silence with the whir of the zipper, and shoved my jeans to my thighs.

I gnashed my teeth into my lower lip as I pushed two fingers inside me. With brutal, hard thrusts, I tortured my pussy the way he would. I fucked my hand, knowing I’d never quench the thirst Ihad for him. He was poison, and I’d barely survived a sip.

I rested my forehead against the door, sank my fingers deep, and pressed my palm hard against my clit. A spark exploded into a molten release. I trembled as guilt and disgust bloomed low in my belly.

I was a fucking hypocrite. Feigning to be disgusted by the debasement of the women in Bullet’s life, but yet, I wanted to be them. I just wanted to be the only one.

After I peed, I stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, splashed cool water on my face, and then tried to make my escape. I couldn’t face Bullet. But I had nowhere to hide.

Bikers and their babes loitered in the hall. My breaths grew ragged with the pounding of my heart as I walked past Kodiak’s closed bedroom door. I could hide in my room with the door locked. Not that Bullet or anyone else would enter. Bullet already had a bed for the night.

He wouldn’t bring Skye intoourroom. At least I hoped he wouldn’t.

Steele’s bedroom door was open.

“Stormy?”

I turned before I could slip into my room.

He approached and leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb to his room. “She’s sort of waiting for you,” he whispered and nodded to the little girl sitting up in bed. “Would you mind?”

Would I mind avoiding having to see Bullet for a few minutes more? No. I’d be grateful. “Sure,” I said and crossed the hall.

Steele rested his hand on my arm. “Are you okay?”

The soft tone of his voice had tears swimming in my eyes. I blinked hard and lowered my head. Why was I crying? Maybe it was just that no one had asked me that in a long time. I wasn’t okay, but it wasn’t Steele’s problem, and I couldn’t thrust my burdens on anyone else.

“It’s been a long day, and I’m tired.”

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