Page 14 of Liberator

“Now,” he proceeded tosay, “You are officially invited to be a prospect of the Serpent Sinners. We expect loyalty, courage, and strength. Any secrets you may hear are to be kept regardless of what those outside the club may do to you to gain the knowledge you hold. Each member is expected to be willing to die before they divulge the club’s secrets. Do I make myself clear?”

I barely heard his words over the roar of anger in my head. Rage had gone too far. He’d overstepped his bounds and taken my actions for me. That wasn’t acceptable. I was more than ready to tear into him. I was furious enough to tell him to fuck off. We were no longer going to be friends. I was simply done with others taking over my life and my choices.

Prime was staring at me, waiting for an answer. Loyalty and secrecy, that’s what he’d been demanding while I’d thought about clawing Rage’s face into strips of bloody pulp.

“Yes, you’ve made yourself clear. I’d never betray the Serpent Sinners. They’re the closest thing to a real family I’ve ever known. I won’t do anything to harm them, except maybe Rage. He had no right to fight this battle for me,” I said.

“That’s between the two of you. In his behalf, I will say that he truly believes he was doing the right thing,” Prime advised.

As soon as he walked away I ran up the stairs and down the hall to Rage’s room. I didn’t knock. I twisted the knob and flung the door open wide, slamming it into the wall where it crumpled the drywall.

My gaze registered his shock along with his bare chest. He’d slung a towel around his waist and was using another to dry his sandy blonde crew cut. Muscles rippled in the arm that held a sleeve of tattoos.

My body quivered with desire. My breath quickened and my core melted. Yet, my head didn’t agree with my body. It was so filled with anger that it overruled the need to rip the towel from him and rub myself all over his nakedness.

“What the hell?” he yelled as I stomped into the room.

“Funny you should ask. That’s what I’m here to find out,” I growled.

He appeared to be confused by my anger. I knew instantly he’d never thought about what his interference would feel like to me. He saw himself as a hero, not a bully who took away my rights.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Why the hell did you believe it was okay to fight my battle for me? I have rights! I’m not some damn object of pity! I felt like a fool when Prime came to me with his verdict since I had no clue that he was judging me in the first place. It was unfair to put me in that position. I hate you for it!” I screamed.

I practically saw the steam rise off of him. He stalked past me and slammed the door shut, breaking one of the hinges.

“I did you a fucking favor! You didn’t seem able to gather the courage to ask Prime for a chance, so I did it for you. You should be grateful!” he yelled back.

“Oh right, I suppose you expect me to drop to my knees and offer myself up as a sacrifice worthy of you putting your precious leadership position on the line for little old me? Not happening, asshole! I would have gotten around to asking him sooner or later. That was supposed to be part of my proof that I was courageous enough to be a damn Sinner! I didn’t need you to offer up yourself. I was willing to wait and prove I was a good candidate on my own. Now, I’m just Rage’s pity case! Well, screw you! Leave me alone from now on.”

“I don’t expect anything from you, although a quick thanks might be nice. I’m not worried about my fucking position. I know you can handle anything Prime throws at you. You’re tough and smart. Damn it, girl! I’m on your side!” he retorted.

“It doesn’t feel that way,” I replied. My shoulders shook. I was trembling inside and out. I choked back tears that would humiliate me.

“Maybe, I can show you,” he answered as he stalked me around the room.

We ended up in a corner, his hard body plastered lengthwise to mine. He barricaded me against the wall with his muscular arms on either side of me. His warm breath feathered over my lips and made them quiver. My heart raced and I gulped for air.

“Let me go,” I demanded in a strangled voice.

“You don’t really want that, do you?” he replied, lowering his head and gently licking my lips.

I halfheartedly shoved at his chest. The hard muscles beneath my hands contracted and brought dampness between my thighs.

“Yes, I do,” I whispered.

Suddenly, his mouth slammed into mine. The kiss sucked my breath away, weakened my knees, and turned my insides to molten fire.

Still, I shoved on his broad chest. He immediately released me, mumbling, “I’m sorry. I’m acting like the animal who raped you.”

He went to take a step back, but my hands rose and grabbed his thick neck. I pulled him toward me. He didn’t bother resisting, and I kissed him with all the heat rising from my soul.

I sensed power filling him, an eagerness to take over and use roughness to demand my submission. Yet, he held back the demon inside and allowed me to set the pace.

I had none of the control that leashed him. I bit his bottom lip and sucked in the salty taste of the drop of blood that sprang up. I released the towel from his waist, baring his pulsating cock to lay hotly across my belly. Its heat penetrated the thin t-shirt that held the logo of the bar.

He moaned into my mouth and the shivers I was already enduring multiplied by thousands. It was intoxicating and caused me to beg, “Touch me, Rage. I’m so lost and lonely.”

His large hands slid up my back, lifting the t-shirt tail out of my jeans and allowing him to touch my skin. I sizzled with need. As he deepened our kiss he continued lifting the shirt, making me raise my arms to let him remove it completely. My nipples tingled and pebbled as the cool air hit them.

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