Page 62 of In the Midst of Chaos

“Wait!” Nate said. He’d taken out a black bandana from his back pocket and carefully took the gun from my hand and wrapped it.

“Taking a life is enough; she shouldn’t have to do it twice. I’ll make sure Gunner gets this.”

Leon nodded. “I’ll be her witness.”

Nash pulled me away just as my brain caught up to what they were talking about. I had taken the vow. I wasn’t even eighteen, and I had killed for the club.

When we were by the bike, Nash turned me around and shook me.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he yelled at me. “You didn’t know what was waiting for you on the other side of the door; I could have lost you!”

I blinked, still in too much shock at what had happened.

“I feel so cold.”

Nash ran a hand over his face and cursed. He removed his hoodie and put it over me.

“Get her out of here,” Leon said from somewhere on the other side. Nash glared at him but nodded. He then sat me on the back of his bike, and we took off.

He parked his bike at his side entrance.

I followed numbly behind him.

“I still feel cold,” I mumbled.

“I’ll run us a shower,” he said. He took a step, but I held his arm, stopping him.

“I need you to make me feel warm.”

“I will, baby. Let me turn on the water.”

I went up on my tiptoes. “I need you to make me feel because right now I can’t feel a thing,” I said as I kissed him. His arms wrapped around my waist, hoisting me up by my ass, and my legs wrapped around him.

I devoured him, needing to feel more than the empty fucking hole that was currently in my chest. I needed his warmth more than I needed to feel the cold.

Nash pulled down my pants, and I took off his shirt. He then threw me on the bed as I removed the rest of my clothes, and he took the rest of his off.

“Please,” I begged as he stood there looking down at me and maybe wondering if I was in the right state of mind to get fucked.

“Shit, Fin,” he said as he came to the bed. I opened my legs, and I wrapped them around him.

“Make me feel,” I whimpered.

Nash tore through my virginity in one brutal thrust. My head rolled back with a scream, and my nails dug into his back.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. He kept going. My nails dug into every surface they landed on to steady me from his thrusts.

His rhythm turned from violent into soothing. Still hard and fast, but the violent waves that were overtaking me turned into pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned against my neck.

My hands roamed his back, no longer scratching but soothing the burn I had left behind. I tipped my head back as the intensity of my orgasm built.

“Love you,” I said as I closed my eyes and came.

Nash held on to my hips as he fucked me harder until he came. He finished inside me, cursing as he didn’t pull out. I felt cum coat my legs.

I was spent. Sated. Feeling like I was handling things. The revelations that happened today would be bearable in the morning because I had Nash by my side.

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