Page 40 of Hell on Wheels

And then there was all the trauma of the last year, the abuse from Angel that I willingly took for my sister Molly. Did that make me pathetic? Sometimes, I wasn’t sure.

“Hey,” he murmured, gaining my attention. “Don’t get lost in those dark memories. I’m here. Stay with me.”

“Will you do the same?” I asked, knowing he battled demons nearly every minute of the day like I did.

“Yes,” he promised, sliding his thumb across my cheek while his hand cradled the side of my face. “Battle those fucking scars by my side, Lark.”

“We barely know one another,” I pointed out.

“That doesn’t mean shit, little dove. We’re good together. Don’t you feel it?”

I did. “Yes,” I admitted.

“Then fuck the past. We make our future. Together.”

“What are you saying?” I asked, trying to figure out the hidden meaning of his words.

“Be my ol’ lady. My ride or die, Lark.”

My breath hitched. “What does that mean?”

“It’s sacred. Among bikers, it’s the equivalent of a wife. You’re protected and respected, darlin’. In my world, that’s fucking huge.”

I made a face. “Ol’ lady?”

He laughed. “Say it, baby.” His expression grew tender. “Tell me what I need to hear.”

Shit. If I agreed to this, there was no going back. All in or nothing. Staring into his handsome face, I knew the answer. My heart skittered a few beats. “I’ll be your ol’ lady.”

His wolfish grin ignited a spark in my belly. “You should know that I’m going to be the president of a new chapter for the Royal Bastards in Las Vegas.”

Wow. “I get to fuck the pres? Sign me up!”

“Fuck,” he swore, running his tongue over my lip. “I love it when you talk dirty.” His hard cock nudged between my legs, seeking entrance. “I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”

He thrusted hard, sliding into me as my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. God. I loved how he filled and stretched me: a snug but perfect fit. I could get used to this, tohim.

“Say it,” he ordered gruffly, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I’ll be your ol’ lady.”

He slammed into me, grunting.

“Maddog,” I added in a raspy voice.

His lip lifted in a snarl as he began pumping hard, bouncing us both as my tits smashed into his chest.

The beast inside him unleashed, fucking me so wild that I could barely hold on. The water began to turn cold, but he didn’t stop until I cried out, unable to form a coherent word as my release flooded his dick.

He followed, panting as we clung to one another, slamming a hand on the tile to hold us both up.

Boneless, I managed to kiss his jaw. “Now I’m sore.”

He smirked. “Then let’s get you cleaned up.”

TWO HOURS LATER, Istood in the common room, lost in thought. My phone buzzed as I finally turned it on, chewing on my bottom lip as the flood of messages followed.

Torin was pissed. Not that I blamed him. I shouldn’t have lost contact for so long. We had an agreement.

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