Page 74 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“They were two-minute conversations.” Seeing the doubt in her eyes drove me crazy. Grabbing her hips, I jerked her into me, refusing to let her put more space between us. “There is nothing between her and me. You’re the only one I want, Samara.”

Angrily, she shoved at my chest, but I refused to budge. There was no way in hell I was going to allow her to push me away. “She thinks otherwise. You allow her to text you. Call here.Touch you. You’re playing a very dangerous game, Elias.”

I wrapped my hand around her neck, pulling her closer into my space. She didn’t get to put distance between us. Not physically, and sure as fuck not emotionally. “Like you were playing when you tried to go on a date with my brother?”

Fire danced in her eyes. “I flirted a little with Reid, so you’re letting your kink buddy touch you? That doesn’t seem like a fair trade to me. If we’re going tit for tat, I should at least fuck your brother to make us even.”

My vision blurred with rage, my fingers reflexively tightening around her delicate throat. “If you ever say that shit again, I won’t be responsible for what I do.”

“Yeah?” she challenged. “Well, then if she touches you again, I’ll slit her fucking throat.”

“I’m not playing here, little girl.”

“No games, Elias.” Her laughter was manic, her blue gems shooting flames at me. “It’s a promise. If she texts you again, I will kill her. If she touches you, I don’t care if it’s by accident, I’ll make her beg for her own death.”

I could feel her madness, just a fraction of her obsession, filling the air around me. Fuck, it was addictive. Just like her. I slammed my mouth down on hers. Lifting her by the waist, I sat her on the table, my hands already working up the material of her skirt.

“No!” she snarled, tearing her lips away from mine. “You don’t get to touch me with the same hand that she was rubbing her fingers all over.”

Ignoring her, I dragged her panties to the side and thrust two fingers into her already-drenched pussy. “You don’t tell me what I can do with what is mine, princess. Daddy is the boss, not you.”

“You let her touch you!”

“I didn’t allow her to do anything.” My thumb teased over her clit. She arched into my hand, her hips rocking even as the air thickened with her anger. “I was about to pull away.”

“You shouldn’t have been close enough for her to touch to begin with. She shouldn’t have been alone with you.” She grasped my forearm but didn’t push me away. Using me for leverage, she began to ride my fingers. “She doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

“Give me the word, and I’ll end the project right now,” I vowed, watching her with a hunger that ravaged my entire soul.

“If you didn’t want her, you would have ended your relationship with her already.”

“There is no relationship,” I snapped, hating that she still didn’t trust me. Even after knowing I was just as obsessed with her as she was with me, she doubted what I felt. What she meant to me. “Never was.”

“Bullshit!”

“She means nothing to me, Samara.”

“Five years of going to the kink club together isn’t nothing,” she hissed. “Fucking her in front of a hundred people isn’t nothing. Watching and getting off on someone else fucking her is not nothing.”

My hand stilled as realization hit me. “You saw that?”

If it were me and I’d seen her fucking someone else, I would have slaughtered the man then and there. No way I would have been able to stop myself.

“You think that you know how twisted I am, that you can compete on my level. But you don’t even know half of what I’m capable of. I have been stalking you since I was seventeen. I’ve been to that club every time you’ve gone. It wasn’t easy getting inside the first night Berkeley took you there, but I slipped in around the same time you were fucking her from behind. I would have killed her that night, but you seemed besotted.”

“No,” I denied, trying to find the words. Nova hadn’t told me Samara had been following me since she was seventeen. I’d thought it only started when she was twenty, around the time I’d first noticed her at the club. “It wasn’t like that.”

But the pain she couldn’t hide on her face told me she thought that was exactly how it was. Her pain nearly buckled my knees. Groaning, I pulled her to the edge of the table and ripped at my belt, desperate to get my cock free so I could show her exactly who I was besotted with. Who held my heart, my soul. Who owned the air in my lungs.

Her fingers shook as she tried to help, but I pushed her hands aside and wrapped my fingers around my shaft so I could notch it to her dripping opening. “Samara, I lo—”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head vehemently. “Not yet. Please. I-I’m already fighting the monster in my head. If you say that now, after I saw her touching what is finally mine, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from hunting her.”

With a curse, I sank into her already-clenching channel, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. I couldn’t get over how amazing she felt. No matter how many times I’d been inside her, I couldn’t get enough.

“Don’t be scared,” I pleaded when I could catch my breath. I pressed my forehead to hers. “Even if you fall, I’ll be right here to catch you.”

Her hands clutched at my shoulders, a flash of fear darkening her irises. “I just need a little more time. Please.”

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