Page 85 of Golden Atonement

“No, it was just your dick in another woman,” I seethed.

“You know damn well I didn’t fuck that cunt.”

Sneering, I replied, “Just like I know you saw me slap him when he kissed me.”

Firmly grabbing my arms, he hauled me close. “I’m still going to fucking kill him, but in the meantime...”

Before I could blink, he kissed me hard.

Ruthlessly.

It was a claiming kiss, and he made damn sure I knew who I belonged to. It was harsh, unforgiving, and he demanded my submission, as his tongue delved between my lips to plunder my mouth, coaxing a response. Despite my anger, I couldn’t help but give it as my arms wrapped around his shoulders and my tongue tangled with his. He growled, breaking the kiss for a moment to bend down and grab my thighs, hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around his hips.

My startled squeak was smothered by his lips. He overwhelmed my senses. His body surrounded mine protectively as he pinned me against the nearest wall, helpless before him.

I didn’t feel helpless, though.

I was never helpless with him.

Our lips met as equals; our kiss was give and take, unlike the one I’d shared with Dakota, where I felt nothing but revulsion.

I ground my hips against his, feeling his hard cock pressed against me through his pants, as I earned a low groan. It was quickly followed by my own gasp, when his hands shifted around to my ass, using it as a handhold to grind himself against me harder. We writhed against that wall, lost in our pleasure, in the intoxicating need that always sprung up when we touched.

Finally, breathless, he pulled back.

I stared up at him through glazed eyes, letting my head fall back against the wall while I struggled to calm my racing heart. When I could finally think again, I glared at him, my hands going from clinging to shoving, and I pushed hard, as my legs fell to the ground.

The son of a bitch smirked when I narrowed my eyes.

“That meant nothing.”

“Oh, baby, that fucking kiss told me all I needed to know,” he clearly said as he turned and walked away, whistling happily.

Rat bastard.

Chapter Four

Reaper

It had been three days since I kissed her and I was still sleeping on the fucking couch. The bed she ordered arrived, just like she said it would, but like I promised, I refused to sleep on the damn thing.

No matter how inviting it looked.

Neither one of us talked about what we said that day. There really wasn’t much to say. She was right and she knew I was, too. It was a stalemate and neither one of us was willing to give in.

Walking toward the clubhouse, Matrix shouted from the backdoor, “Reaper, Axel’s arrived.”

Nodding, I headed around the side of the clubhouse to find Massacre, Player, and Catarina greeting Axel and his mother, Maria. Along with someone else that I didn’t know.

“Reaper.” Massacre smiled happily as he waved me over. “Come meet my aunt Maria.”

Extending my hand, I smiled at the woman. “Welcome to the Golden Skulls. I’m Reaper. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

The older woman smiled.

“Please call me Maria. I want to thank you for inviting me to live here with you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I stated as Axel reached for me, pulling me into a big hug.

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