Page 68 of The Biker's Second Chance
"You can't tell me what to do!" I'm screaming now. There's no where for my anger and rage to go but straight at him. This is the hotel room all over again.
"I can! You're my old lady again. Did you miss the fucking memo. We both know what that means. It means I handle my business with this club the way I see fit. I don't need to loop you in. Now go back outside and deal with the women."
I see red. My entire body gets hot and before I know it I'm swinging at him with all my might. "You fucking bastard! Tell me what you're about to do! I won't let you go to Xavier without me. You can't."
Spike backs up, putting a hand up to block my blows from his face. "Jayne!" His voice booms in the room but it does nothing tostop me. I'm snarling in anger, teeth bared and all my strength put into my blows.
I'm trying to hurt him.
Then his hands are on me.
The world spins as Spike wraps his arms around me capturing me in a bear hug. He turns me so my back is against his front and he lifts me up from the ground. It doesn't stop the fury bubbling inside of me. I kick my legs and try to wiggle out of his grasp. My feet connect with the edge of his dresser and I knock the lamp and some papers down to the floor.
They crash and spread out.
"Goddamn it! Stop your shit!" Spike barks in my ear.
"No! I won't! Tell me what you're going to do!" I yell back.
It only takes me a second to realize that I'm not going to get out of his grasp, so instead of trying to use my arms I fling my head backward trying to connect with him that way.
It doesn't work.
He turns again, and rushes forward. My body collides with the wall so hard all the air puffs out of my chest. I gasp trying to get in some much needed oxygen.
"This is why I didn't want you to be part of this. You can't separate what you think is right from what is going to happen. You need to be the one, the savior, but sometimes you just can't save them all." He growls into my ear and the pin drops in my mind.
He really is about to go make a deal with Xavier. In order to get the violence to stop and to secure his club he's going to barter the women we've already saved.
"You can't. You can't fucking do this." I wheeze through clenched teeth.
"You don't rule me. I'm in control here. Haven't you realized that yet." His words are still rough but now they've got a bit of a crazed edge to them. He continues, "No? Let me show you."
He spins me again and now I'm trapped between his full weight and the wall. Before I have a chance to breathe his lips slam down against mine. Rough and demanding.
I snarl against him.
"Always fighting. Always making things so fucking difficult." He snaps as he lifts a hand and grabs hold of my hair keeping me in place.
Every thrust of his words is a push against my will. Every answer I give is my body saying I won’t back down.
"I'm fighting for what's right. Why can't you see that." I answer with just as much ire.
"I know. Fuck, Jaynie, I know." He presses his lips against me again and my traitorous body is losing the will to push against him. In a final attempt to do harm, I suck onto his bottom lip and bite down hard.
"Ah! Fuck. You crazy..." His words trail off, but it's not lost on me that he doesn't call me out of my name. "What do I have to do to make you see that I have to take the lead? Sometimes you just have to submit."
The words I spoke before tumble out of my mouth once again. "Make me." I growl.
It's a challenge. A gauntlet thrown down. One that Spike is more than ready to pick up.
He hooks his free arm under my leg and lifts it high so my leg is up by his waist. He grinds down hard against me. His hard cock pressing right into the sweetest of spots. I slam my head back against the wall hard. I can't give in. Can't let how good this feels right now over throw what I'm doing in here.
I can't.
I can't.
Oh, god...I can't help it.
