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“Don’t hold your breath,” he snapped back. Unfortunately for Charon, Wolf had no care in the world for legends or people who were much more powerful than he was, and he seemed to be quite content to tell one of the most powerful men in the country to fuck off. Well, I suppose we were alike in that sense. “And while you’re at it,” Wolf added, “get the fuck off myproperty.”

“You honestly don’t give two shits who you’re talking to, do you?” Charon asked, but I could sense it was rhetorical. I felt Wolf’s back vibrate as he growled his answer. Fortunately, Charon seemed amused and just shookhishead.

He turned his keys and the bike panted a breath of smoke as the color gradually faded from black to gray, the bike humming to life with a quietness I’d never heard in a Harley before. “I look forward to hearing from you,” Charon added, and this time, he didn’t wait for Wolf’s reply as he turned and tore out of the compound with Pipe shutting the gatebehindhim.

Wolf’s arms uncrossed from over his chest, and I took my chance to step around him. I didn’t make it. He turned around, ducked his head down to my waist, wrapped his arm around the back of my knees, and threw me over his shoulder. I met a face full of ass before I even realized we were moving across thecompound.

“Church?” Lamb called after us as I fought to break through myshock.

“Not now!” Wolf bellowed as he stormed across the car lot, through the bar, into his room on the first floor, and threw me down on the bed at such a speed, I bounced almost all the way over the other side before I even had a chance to breathe. He turned, slammed his door shut, and whirled on me with so much force, I wasn’t prepared for the anger that explodedfromhim.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Wolfyelled.

“What?” Istuttered.

“You know what I fucking mean, Anna,” Wolf snapped, his hands fisting into balls at his side. He unraveled one just enough to point his finger in my face. “You don’t fucking walk up to the president of one of the biggest MCs on the coast and tell him tofuckoff!”

“You did!” I fired back, launching myself up off the bed. I only came to chest height, but that didn’t stop me from squaring up to the big bastard. “Don’t fucking start telling me what to do, youhypocrite.”

“Anna, I can handlemyselfand—”

“You think I can’t handle myself?” I screeched back, offended. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, Wolf. You don’t own me. I’m the sole reason you and the boys aren’t in jail for half the shit you get up to, so don’t get high and mighty on me. I’m not some pathetic girl who needs some fat bastard toprotectme.”

“I know you can handle yourself, but I also think you need to start reining yourself in. I let you get away with a lot of shit here, Anna, but don’t start walking around thinking that I don’t own your ass, because I do. I’ll tell you as many times as I have to.It’smine.”

“It’s not yours!” I hissed, throwing my hands on my hips. “It’smyass.”

Wolf moved with a speed I couldn’t avoid, and I was pinned up against the wall in a second. His torso pressed against mine, my tits near flattened against his chest as his mouth pressed into the shell of my ear. His hands slid down under my round ass and his fingers squeezed hard enough to make me gasp in pain. “I pay for it. I own it. Youunderstandme?”

I tried to wriggle away from his touch, but that only made my chest rub up against his, nearly forcing my boobs out of my shirt. He growled, and I stiffened at the sound. My mind flickered back to outside and the force of his voice that instantly made mesubmit.

I hated myself for it, and remembering that feeling only made me fight harder. I raked my nails down his back, digging in where I knew the club colors were inked intohisskin.

“Fuck,” Wolf hissed as I felt the shirt dampen where I drew blood. His hands slid away from my ass and came around my hands before pinning them back against the wall. He pressed more of his waist against me, pushing my tits up further and keeping me pinned against the wall. Wolf lifted his head to rake his eyes down my shirt then up tomyeyes.

I glared at him, trying to buck my hips, but he had too much of his weight pushedagainstme.

He must have noticed, because a hunger lit his eyes, and his wicked grin flattened. My breath hitched as he leaned the few inches between us until his lips brushed mine. I held perfectly still, fighting not to move as the fresh smell of whiskey and the unique smell of his cigarettes burned acrossmyface.

“I could take you right now,” hemurmured.

My heart began to race harder in my chest, and I could feel my skin rippling against his. His mouth moved slightly away and a shuddering breath slipped from my lips. His nose brushed against the edge of mine as it began a soft, gentle trail across my cheek to where my jaw met my neck, and then down along the tendon until his lips stroked across mythroat.

I remained perfectly still, but my body pounded hard with adrenaline. I fought the need to kick him, to fight, all too aware of his teeth poised near my jugular. It was like I had gained super sensitive hearing as I heard his lips part and the tiny, crisp breath that escaped them. My whole body shuddered as his teeth pressed against my neck. They didn’t bite, but the sensation of them on my skin was almostoverwhelming.

I wanted to end it, but at the same time, I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him to bite me. I wanted him to sink his teeth into the skin of my neck and hold me there like the beast he was and demand his claimonme.

But then I heard his breath, his teeth grazing my skin, and I felt the familiar adrenaline rush through myveins.

I swung before I realized I was moving and watched as the lamp shade smashed into the side ofWolf’shead.

He roared and staggered to the side, his hand going up tohishead.

My boots dropped hard onto the wooden floor, carrying my feet fast out of the room as I listened to the cursing and the rapid flow of Russian that followed when I escaped out the bar, past the boys, and out the door tomycar.

I fumbled the keys into the lock, heaving hard breaths as I struggled to keep the burn in my chestatbay.

I let it get too far. For a moment, I let the situation slip out of my control, and I almost paid dearly. But I stopped myself at the last minute. I felt relieved. And I hated myself for it. Always asking myself why I continued to play this sadistic, fruitless game since meeting Wolf. Deep down, I knew the truth of it, but I pretended it didn’t exist. Telling myself if I never accept the truth, I’d never have tofaceit.

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