Page 27 of The Good Girl

I lie back down and stare back at the ceiling. He might as well have just told me he killed them. I’m waiting to see if I have a delayed reaction to that, like fear or panic, but I don’t. All I feel is relief. Now, what does that say about me?

When the shower turns off, I close my eyes and pretend to sleep. A few minutes later, G comes out of the bathroom and climbs into bed on the other side of Amity. He wraps his arm around her and lets out a contented sigh.

I lie still and listen as his breathing evens out. I wait another thirty minutes to make sure he’s asleep before I slip out of bed and slide my shoes on.

I glance down at Amity and G. Seeing her safe in his arms—and knowing what he did tonight to protect her and what he risked going over the cliff to save her—is the only reason I feel comfortable leaving this room.

Grabbing my car key and cell phone from the bedside table where I left them, I slip them into the zippered pocket of my skirt before walking silently to the door. I open it, and creep out, closing it quietly so I don’t disturb them. I spin around, ready to sneak out of the compound, when I collide with a wall of muscle. I don’t need to look up to know who it is. My body responds to him immediately. He reaches out to steady me, and I look up into the deep, dark eyes of the man I’ve been trying to forget.

“Hello, Cupcake.”

I open my mouth to tell him I’m leaving when he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I let out a surprised squeal as I try to hold my skirt down, but the beast of a man does that for me by covering my ass with one of his giant hands.

“Put me down, you heathen!” I snap, struggling in his hold.

He chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through me, but he doesn’t put me down.

“I mean it. Put me down right now, or I’ll scream.”

“Go ahead, Cupcake, scream all you want, but this is my club, and nobody’s going to stop me from claiming what’s mine.”

Before I can process what he just said, I hear a door opening and closing as he carries me into one of the rooms and gently sets me down.

As soon as my feet hit the floor, I rush to put some distance between us. “Your club? I think Blade might have something to say about that!” I snap, because it’s the first thing that comes to mind, even though I know Blade’s stepping down and Havoc’s taking his place. But that’s not for a while yet, right?

He cocks his head, studying me. “You don’t know who I am?”

I want to play dumb, but his name slips out in a barely there whisper. I know he hears it when he growls and steps closer, but stops when I back up.

“You called me yours. I’m not yours. I think you have me confused with someone else.” He can’t know it was me he slept with. It was dark, and I left before he woke up.

His eyes move over my rainbow-colored skirt and oversized sweatshirt with a Care Bear on the front, and his lips twitch. “Oh, I’m not confusing you with anyone.”

I cross my arms over Funshine, not liking his tone. I should be acting nice so I can lull him into a false sense of security before—wham—I kick him in the balls and make a run for it. But his eyes twinkle like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“You must be because I am not your girl,” I snap.

He moves so fast I barely have time to breathe before I’m pinned to the wall. “It was my dick you let inside you. My dick your greedy pussy milked dry, and my dick you branded with your blood. So damn fucking straight that makes you mine.”

I gasp, but before I can say anything, his mouth’s on mine, swallowing my protests. I consider biting his tongue off when he slips it into my mouth. And I’m going to—any second now. But as memories of our night together flash through my mind, I can't think of anything else.

Suddenly, he lifts me, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. It isn’t until I’m flat on my back with Havoc between my thighs that reality comes crashing back in.

I tear my mouth free. “We have to stop.”

“We will. In a minute.”

His lips trail down my jaw, finding a sensitive spot behind my ear that makes me shiver, and I feel him smile, his arrogance pissing me off as much as it’s turning me on.

With that, I shove at his chest, but it’s like trying to move a brick wall. “Get off me, you big… big… brute.”

He lifts his head and grins, his face transforming completely. My brain goes fromkiss me quicktofuck me slowin an instant, shocking the hell out of me.

“I don’t like that you ran from me, baby. Don’t do that again, or I’ll tie you to my bed.”

“Are you insane? No, don’t answer that. I already know. Do you need to take your medication or something? Maybe call a priest”

“The only thing wrong with me is that you’re wearing too many clothes, and my treatment requires you to wear a lot less.”

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