Page 83 of Watercolor Skulls

I stare into Benjamin’s frightened eyes for a second. They beg me not to tell Dan what he did to me last night. What he did to me in the past.

JD’s eyes soften as he sees the turmoil play out across my face. He gives me an encouraging smile.

I turn in Dan’s arms, giving Benjamin a full view of the back of my black leather jacket. Rising to my tippy toes I tug on Dan’s beard, pulling him to me. I kiss him with abandon, wanting everyone at this fucking fake ass wedding to see where my allegiance lies. Where it will always lie.

The entire club erupts in cheers, claps, and whistles. I don’t give Benjamin or my parents a second glance. Dan scoops me off my feet and carries me to his bike.

Dirk yells, “Let’s head out boys!”

Bikes roar to life one by one. My tribe…my family. They came for me. My heart bursts clean open as I wrap my hands around my man. My savior. My knight in shining armor.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Lily

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We pull into a hotel on the edge of town, right off the highway. The men are beginning to gather, beers being cracked open. A party comes to life right before my eyes in the parking lot. I slide off the back of the bike, dropping the train of my dress onto the dirty pavement.

Dan sets his helmet down. His eyes are everywhere but on me. He grabs my hand and silently leads us through the throng of bikes towards the stairs. Once we reach what I assume is his room he pulls a keycard out of his pocket, sliding it through the lock. When the little light turns green I glance behind me, suddenly scared to be alone with him.

My eyes land on Dirk’s. He’s watching us like a hawk. Dan tugs on my hand, forcing me to follow him over the threshold. I catch him flip Dirk off before closing the door.

He turns a light on over the table, tossing his billfold and keys onto it. He drops his jacket in one of the chairs and then carefully pulls the journals out of his waistband, setting them gently on the table.

Only after all that does he allow his gaze to fall over me.

He reaches for me, spinning me so I’m facing away from him. His big fingers work deftly over the buttons on the back of my dress. Soon it pools around my feet, a puddle of expensive white silk. He finishes undressing me until I’m standing bare for him.

His fingers brush down my arms. I shiver at the sensual feel of his warm hands on me.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, shifting to face him.

“Shhh.” He wraps his fingers around my arms, stilling me. “No apologies.”

My heart slows as he leisurely unpins my hair. The pins clink against the table as he tosses them one by one. When my hair falls, tickling the top of my bottom, he runs his fingers through it. “So, beautiful,” he whispers over my shoulder. His breath is close and hot on my skin.

He walks us to the bed, giving me a little shove onto the cheap mattress. I lay perfectly still as I listen to him remove his own clothing. I’m thankful he is taking control and not expecting me to talk. My mind is still clinging to the ledge outside my window. If I think about everything that just happened it will send me into a panic. I’m terrified of what my father might be planning.

The bed dips, Dan’s knee pressing into the mattress between my legs. He reaches under and pulls me to my knees. His hands roam over my entire body. Gently he caresses my breasts, my arms, my stomach, my legs. Kisses fall down my spine softly.

I groan into the bed when his hand finally lands over the ache he has stoked between my thighs. “Baby, you’re always so wet for me.”

His. His. His.

The world evaporates as his fingers sink into me. I try to glance at him over my shoulder, but he grabs my hair, stopping me. “I want you to listen to me, Lily.” His fingers glide in and out of me, my need building with each stroke of his hand.

“I’m listening,” I pant, lifting my bottom for him.

“The only fall I’ll ever allow you to make is the one we are currently experiencing.”

I still.

“Do you understand what I am saying to you?” He leans forward, his chest pressing into my back, his cock rubbing against my ass.

I nod, my hair still wrapped in his fist.

“Never again.” He smacks my ass and I feel the sting clear down to my soul.

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