Page 34 of The Biker's Red Christmas

"No! Don't you leave me! Not now." I crumble down to the floor from my own lack of strength, not from him manhandling me.

"I just wanted to be there for them. I wanted to be the one who found Max and Lia. I wanted to be the one to look Fisher in the face and tell him he didn't win. I wanted it to be me. Yeah, I was selfish. I shouldn't have gone without you, but I did, and I nearly paid the price with my life. The sick part about all of that was that as that man was leading me away, I didn't think about my friends and family who might miss me once I went missing. I didn't think about my possessions. I was thinking about you. I'm so sorry, Lash. I fucked up. I do trust you. I believe in you; I just was too busy trying to make up for what happened to me before to realize that I was in over my head."

My voice cracks at the very end of my speech, and I let my head drop to my hands, where I sob uncontrollably—deep, soul-wrenching cries. For a long while, Lash doesn't say anything, but then I feel him lean down and wrap his arms around me. He lifts me from the floor and cradles me against his chest.

"Shh, please stop crying. I hate to see you like this, Red."

My tears don't stop for a long while, but all the while, Lash whispers sweet words into my ear. Finally after letting all my emotions drain out I lean back and stare into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lash. I'm so damn sorry."

"I know." He nods his head and gently runs a finger through my hair, pushing the strands away from my face. I'm sure my makeup looks a hot mess, but I wouldn't be able to tell from the way he's looking at me. He's looking at me like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. I love this man. There's no denying it anymore.

It happened in just a matter of days, but I guess that's the way it goes.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have shouted at you like that," Lash tells me, and I nod my head.

"It's okay. I know you were mad. But let's not make it a habit," I joke.

"How about you don't make it a habit of nearly being abducted and taken away from me?" He fires back right away.

I go still and wrap my arms around his neck. "You still with me, Lash? Am I still yours?"

"Like I could ever really let you go." His voice is deep and gritty, almost primal.

It's everything I want to hear right now.

The air crackles around us, and even though I know this might not be the best time, I can't resist. I jerk up on my tiptoes and press my mouth to his. He kisses me back just as hard, with all the emotions he had running through his body earlier. I swear I can feel his love, his fear, his anger, and his desperation all with just a swipe of his tongue. I did this to him. It's time for me to make it up to him.

Lash pushes me back hard against the door; the few pictures I have hanging on the wall rattle and threaten to fall at his strength.

He pulls back, grabbing hold of my neck and staring me in the eyes. "Did he fucking touch you?"

"No, he didn't. He didn't." I quickly put his mind at ease, and with that, he lifts me up so my legs wrap around his waist before he rushes us back to my bedroom.

Our hands move in a whirlwind. Clothes come undone and are on the floor before I even feel my feet firmly on the ground.

"I'll burn the world to ash before I let someone take you from me," Lash snarls before he grabs hold of my thighs and tips me backward so I'm on the bed. There's no need for foreplay. Not tonight. I'm already dripping wet for him. I feel his shaft bouncing hard and ready between my legs, and I hook one of them around his waist and urge him forward. I want to feel him now.

He slams into me, and we both scream out in intense pleasure. There's a bit of pain behind the thrust, but not enough for me to get him to stop. I want everything he has to offer me.

He takes me hard. My body clenches and shudders around him as my first climax slams into me nearly the second we really get going. He doesn't slow, doesn't stop to check on me. He's on his own mission.

"Oh god... Lash..." I scream his name. This isn't the time for ladylike whimpers; this is completely animalistic.

"Say it!" He orders, and I don't have to ask him what he's talking about. I already know. I know what he wants to hear—the words we've been dancing around since we started this.

"Fucking say it!" he orders again as he continues to piston into me.

"I love you!" I shout to the heavens as another orgasm rips through me. "Fuck!" He roars and slams into me one last time, bottoming out so deep I swear I feel him touching my furthest wall.

We both drop against the bed, and he buries his face in my neck.

"I love you too, Sienna. God help me, I do."

Lash nuzzles against me, and I have to fight to keep myself from falling asleep.

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