Page 44 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

“Kill me now because I’m not going back with you!” I spat, jerking and pushing against him.

“That can be arranged,” he snarled. “Stop!”

I brought my knee up, but he twisted before I could connect with his balls. I raked my nails down his face with my free hand, until he grabbed it and brought both arms behind my back. Enraged by my helplessness and how easy he countered my every move, I leaned forward and bit him on the chest this time. He snarled like a wounded bear and captured both my wrists with one of his hands to that he could bury his other hand in my hair. He grabbed the wild mass and yanked my head back roughly. Our gazes clashed with the mutual desire to conquer and subdue.

“Audra, stop before you get hurt!” Hawk warned.

A laugh escaped me. “Go to hell!” I kicked him in the shin, broke one of my wrists free from his hold, and began to punch him with it. “How much is he paying you, Hawk? How much?” I hit him in the face. “You tricked me into thinking I could trust you!”

His growl revealed his frustration, and I could tell that he’d reached his limit. He grabbed me by the front of my robe and threw me onto the bed. I bounced a few times before I was up and on my knees and facing him like a wild lioness. I was breathing fast and my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest. “I saw you two together! Did you think I was just going to calmly go with him?”

That little ray of sunlight coming in through the separated curtain landed on something on the bed, drawing my gaze there. The scissors! I snatched them up and threw myself at Hawk. Without thinking my hand shot forward and I winced at the feel of them slicing into his side. Blood instantly appeared.

“Son of a bitch!” he roared, grabbing the scissors from me. “What the fuck is your problem?” He threw his great weight down on me, pinning my arms above my head.

My first insane thought was about the blood getting onto Miss Minnie’s covers, and then, hadn’t he been listening to me? I twisted and bucked, feeling tears of hopelessness fill my eyes. It was a losing battle, but what hurt the most was Hawk’s betrayal. “I’m not going back with you, Hawk.” I could hear the defeat in my soft tone. “I know what you’re planning.” I sobbed, hating my weakness in front of this man.

Hot blood dripped down onto me, and it was then that I realized my robe had come undone and that I was practically naked beneath him. I felt flushed with heat from the battle, cold inside at what losing was going to cost me. I stilled, knowing it was no use, letting the tears slide down the side of my face. As my breathing slowed, so did Hawk’s. His hands relaxed against my wrists a little, but not enough for me to slip away. Our bodies were completely flush, our breaths almost one. He was hard, I could feel his cock pounding forcefully between my thighs, right against my pelvis.

A half-sob, half-chuckle escaped me. “What are you planning to do, get in a last fuck before you turn me over to Dane?”

“So you do know Covacks,” he said. It was a statement, not a question. The fact that he didn’t address his predicament meant that he was in control. As usual. I hated him for that control.

“Who?” I honestly didn’t know who he was talking about. “The man I saw you talking with back at the club?”

“You know damn well that’s who I’m talking about.” He lifted the top half of his body off mine a little so I could breathe easier.

“His name is Covacks?” Hawk confirmed with a sharp nod. “I only know that he’s an associate of Dane’s. I’ve seen them together before.” I felt totally defeated. “Why, Hawk?” I asked softly, holding his gaze. “Why do you want to give me to a man who’s going to bring me back to Dane?”

“You got all that out of Covacks’s showing up at the club?” His thumbs wiped at the tears lingering at the corners of my eyes, something so unlike Hawk that it took my breath away. “Covacks has more than one associate, baby.”

I thought about what Hawk was saying. It hadn’t occurred to me that he and Covacks might also know each other. The only thought that had crossed my mind when seeing Covacks was that he’d been sent there for me. The fact that Hawk had the same kind of associates as Dane was a little frightening.

“You mean you and Covacks?” Hawk nodded. “You weren’t going to give me to him?” He shook his head. “Oh.”

“Oh,” he repeated. “You’re a pain in my ass.” With that he rolled off me onto the bed, hissing with the movement.

The sound reminded me that I’d cut him. “Hawk!” I rolled onto my side and got to my knees. We were both covered in blood. “Oh my, God! I’m so sorry!” I carefully lifted the edge of his t-shirt to see the damage. Thank God the cut wasn’t very big, but the amount of blood flowing told me that it could be deep. It was hard to tell.

“You meant business.”

I glanced up to see his eyes on my breasts. The intensity of his gaze made my nipples tingle. He looked hungry. What was worse than a wounded animal? An aroused animal, and that’s what Hawk was. He aroused everything inside me.

Everything about him was feral, dangerous, and it turned me on. More than it should. But our libidos would have to wait. The man was bleeding like a stuck pig. The robe I was wearing was ruined now, so I slipped it off and removed the wide belt. “Hold this against your side,” I instructed.

The scissors were new, but that didn’t mean that they were clean. I slipped off the bed and went to the bathroom in hopes of finding something to flush out the cut with. I got lucky when a search turned up a small first aid kit beneath the sink. As I was walking back to the bed I tried not to notice how thoroughly Hawk’s gaze traveled over me. Ignoring the wetness between my legs was even harder. Hawk hadn’t moved from his position, and I couldn’t help but zero in on the bowed erection behind his zipper. I kneeled down next to him, opened the kit, and pulled out the peroxide.

“Since I’m playing nurse again I’ll check the wound on your arm, too.” I remembered seeing it bleeding after I bandaged it the other day, and, knowing Hawk, he’d just ignored taking care of it. Just as I was about to douse his side he grabbed my wrist. My gaze moved up to meet his. I waited.

“When you’re done I’m going to fuck you.”

Sweet Jesus, the man had a way with words! I caught my breath, feeling my pulse throb. What was it with him treating anger and violence with lust? Sex seemed to calm his madness. “Then my work will be for nothing,” I said reluctantly.

“Then you fuck me.” His gruff, no-nonsense tone let me know that he was dead serious about that. We were fucking, one way or another.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling, totally turned-on. “Minnie—”

“Miss Minnie is across the street with her cronies getting her usual morning breakfast.”

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