Page 76 of Wrath

“No, you worked hard for that name, you built a reputation.”

“And I’ll build it back up. Aaron, even if I buy the business foff Mark, I would struggle to pay the lease on the studio each month. I’m not gonna be invited to those parties anymore, and honestly, I don’t care. I can let it go, along with everything else because I’m happy with you. The happiest I’ve ever been.” She smiles up at me, and I appreciate what she’s sayin’ but nothing but the best is good enough for her.

“I’m winnin’ this fight, and you're buyin’ that business,” I point my finger at her.

“But why put yourself through all this? Even if you win, you're still likely to get hurt. I don’t want that on my conscience.”

I drop my finger and move away from her because I don’t want to get into this.

“Aaron, don’t be like that, we have to talk about this. I’m standing here telling you that I don’t need the business, I don’t want you to fight. Just stop being so stubborn and–”

“I have to fight!” I raise my voice far too loud as I turn around and when I see a glimpse of fear in her eyes, I try to calm myself down. “I have to fight because I let you down once and I won’t do it again,” I release the words and take a breath. “I am gonna go to that tournament and beat every single person that stands as an obstacle between you gettin’ what ya need.”

“I’m trying to tell you that I don’t need it.” She closes the gap I’ve put between us. “I don’twantyou to fight. Iwantyou to listen to me. I can start again. I can be Eden Ashford.”

“No, ya can’t.” I shake my head, because as optimistic as she is, she still doesn’t fuckin’ get it. “You can’t because Eden Ashford is a biker’s old lady, and unfortunately there’s a fuckin’ stigma that comes with that title. D’ya think all these big Hollywood directors are gonna want you on their sets? They won’t see anythin’ past me, or this club. They won’t see the talent ya got, and I amnotgonna be responsible for takin’ that away from ya.” I let out everything I’ve been too scared to admit, even to myself. “If I don't do this tournament, I destroy your life all over again. I won’t do that.”

“Aaron.” Her hand reaches up to stroke my face “I’ve got everything I’ve wanted for the past ten years, right in front of me. I love working the big jobs, but at the end of the day, all I want to do is design. It doesn’t have to be Hollywood or the big screen.” Her eyes are glistening as she smiles at me.

“I’m not lettin’ another man dictate how your future goes,” I tell her, suddenly feeling very fuckin’ territorial. This girl may be determined and strong, but at the end of the day, she’s still mine to care for. She should never have come here without protection. Before she can argue, I drag her lips onto mine and fill her mouth with my tongue. Then backing her up toward thering, I wait until her ass hits the cage and grip both her hands so I can pin ‘em behind her head. “It wasn’t safe for ya to come here alone,” I remind her, biting her lip and letting her feel how fuckin’ hard I am for her. This week has been so fuckin’ difficult, lying beside her in bed every night knowing I have to hold off, has felt impossible.

“You should never have fuckin’ doubted that I would want anyone else.” I take both her wrists in one hand, while my other slides down her body and lifts her skirt up over her waist. I torture myself a little harder when I hook a finger into her panties and let it slip between her pussy lips.

“Aaron.” The way she wiggles her hips against me is so needy and desperate, it proves she’s been suffering as much as I have.

“I told ya I’m not him, anymore,” I tease her sensitive flesh with slow, gentle strokes.

“I’m Wrath, now. I can protect ya and take care of ya and I can fuckin’ fight,” I whisper in her ear as she soaks my fingers. “Say it. Say it and I’ll slide these fingers inside ya.” I circle her entrance, loving the way it pulses to be filled.

“Wrath.” I feel my spine tingle when she says my road name for the first time and then I fulfill my promise and feed her tight, little hole two of my fingers. The relieved moan she makes has my cock leaking into my sweatpants.

“That’s right, baby, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

“Fuck me,” she begs, as my fingers continue to stroke inside her channel.

“I can’t.” I shake my head and kiss her some more, her desperation is infectious, and right now, the fact that she really is the forbidden fuckin’ fruit is makin’ me wanna sin.

“Please, Wrath, just fuck me.” Her pleasure spills down my fingers and soaks my hand, as her walls clamp around my fingers, begging to be filled.

“I wish I could.” I press my thumb against her clit and rub her there too.

“I’m so close,” she whispers and I squeeze the wrists I have pinned above her head a little tighter when I think about how easy it would be to take out my cock and push it inside her.

“Let me come on your cock, Wrath,” she whispers against my lips, and her request must be the calling to the devil because I fall for the temptation.

“Hold onto the cage.” I release her wrists and push down my sweatpants; and when my cock unleashes, it leaves a smear of precum on the pretty skirt she’s wearing.

“You fuckin’ asked for this,” I warn, lifting up her legs to wrap around my hips then reaching under her thighs so I can tug her panties to the side, and clear a path for me to ease myself inside her.

“Oh, fuck!” she curses, her head pressing back against the cage as she grips her fingers between the mesh. Watching her lose control makes the fact I ain’t got a handle on my own seem much less scary.

Raising my hand, I slide my fingers between hers and the mesh, using it as leverage to thrust myself in and out of her.

I press my forehead against her temple, breathing in the scent of her and listening to her sweet, little pants as she gets filled to her fuckin’ limit. I have to keep reminding myself that I’m mad at her. Not only has she put herself in danger by coming here but she’s prepared to settle for less than perfect.That won’t fuckin’ do.

Add to all that, the fact she’s somehow got me going against the rules. I have every right to be angry.

Everyone knows you don’t fuck before a big fight, and here I am just two days away, with my cock buried as deep inside this little temptress as I can get it.

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