creeptastic observation makes me scream again.
He cracks his knuckles. “Damnit Princess, what am I gonna do with you?”
I glance at his scary hands. “What the fuck?”
He stalks back and forth in front of me, eyes blazing, nostrils flaring, muscles tightening. “Yeah, that’s about right,” he mutters. “What the fuck. What the fuck were you doin’ out there tonight, huh? Dancin’ in front of everyone with nothin’ on—”
“I was wearing something!”
“Oh, those paisleys over your tits and…and…and…” he points at my vajazzle, eyes bulging, “… whatever the fuck that is.”
I close up my legs. “It’s a vajazzle.”
He shuts his eyes and looks at the ceiling. Then, he puts his hands on top of his head and takes a few deep breaths. Whatever those deep breaths were supposed to do, they didn’t do it. He lowers his hands, growls, and then goes over to the wall and knocks his forehead against it a few times. “Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing? Why THE FUCK are you doing this to me?”
Adrenaline spikes through me. Now was my chance to really show him. “Well, all I was trying to do was get your attention.”
He lowers his hands. Steps away from the wall. Looks at me. Really looks at me. 10 seconds pass. Then his lips open like he’s gonna say something, but nothing comes out. 20 seconds pass.
Finally, he whispers, “You tryin’ to kill me?”
That was the last thing I expected him to say. “What?”
“You want me dead, Princess? Is that what this is about?”
How the fuck had he gone from me pasting a vajazzle on to get his attention to an assassination plot? “I don’t want you dead, you idiot! I want you to stop treating me like shit!”
“And you thought that running ‘round in a…a…” he glances down at the vajazzle like it’s a flamethrower, “…in a that and throwin’ yourself at the President of the Judas’ Sons MC was gonna solve this?”
I inhale sharply. My stomach drops. My heart pounds. “What do you mean, the President of the Judas’ Sons MC?”
“You pretendin’ like you didn’t know who that was?”
Oh shit! What the fuck did I just do??? Judas’ Sons was the reason why my father had to reach out to get a peace treaty in the first place. There are two types of Motorcycle Clubs out there—the kind who fix cars, run bars and tattoo shops, and, yes, on occasion do what they must to protect their communities—and then there’s the kind that does…anything they want.
“I’m not pretending!” I shriek. “I had no idea!”
“So you just threw yourself at whatever fuckin’ asshole first made eye contact with you? You were just gonna give yourself to some piece of shit?”
I can’t hold back anymore. Sure, I made mistakes tonight. Alright, a lot of mistakes. But I was not going to let Damien disrespect me in this way. “Yes!” I yell at him. “This is my body. If I want to give my virginity to a hot guy who climbed up a tree and told me a story about a dog, I should be able to!”
Damien frowns. “The fuck?”
I frown too. Wow, I really didn’t do a good job of explaining how he risked his life to save mine and talked me out of falling to my doom by soothing my soul with a sweet tale about a puppy.
“So that’s what you want?” Damien whispers, crouching down. One knee hits the bed, then other does too, until he’s straddling me.
I fall back on the bed. Either I do that, or he’s going to run me over. My mind goes blank as he climbs on top of me. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. “Um, what do I want?”
His eyes go dark as he plants his fists on the pillow either side of my head. “To get fucked like that—to be taken by a man…hard?”
The sound of me swallowing is so loud it shames me. “Um, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You looked like you were enjoin’ it. Him pushin’ your thigh’s open, shovin’ his face between your legs, thrustin’ his tongue
He cracks his knuckles. “Damnit Princess, what am I gonna do with you?”
I glance at his scary hands. “What the fuck?”
He stalks back and forth in front of me, eyes blazing, nostrils flaring, muscles tightening. “Yeah, that’s about right,” he mutters. “What the fuck. What the fuck were you doin’ out there tonight, huh? Dancin’ in front of everyone with nothin’ on—”
“I was wearing something!”
“Oh, those paisleys over your tits and…and…and…” he points at my vajazzle, eyes bulging, “… whatever the fuck that is.”
I close up my legs. “It’s a vajazzle.”
He shuts his eyes and looks at the ceiling. Then, he puts his hands on top of his head and takes a few deep breaths. Whatever those deep breaths were supposed to do, they didn’t do it. He lowers his hands, growls, and then goes over to the wall and knocks his forehead against it a few times. “Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing? Why THE FUCK are you doing this to me?”
Adrenaline spikes through me. Now was my chance to really show him. “Well, all I was trying to do was get your attention.”
He lowers his hands. Steps away from the wall. Looks at me. Really looks at me. 10 seconds pass. Then his lips open like he’s gonna say something, but nothing comes out. 20 seconds pass.
Finally, he whispers, “You tryin’ to kill me?”
That was the last thing I expected him to say. “What?”
“You want me dead, Princess? Is that what this is about?”
How the fuck had he gone from me pasting a vajazzle on to get his attention to an assassination plot? “I don’t want you dead, you idiot! I want you to stop treating me like shit!”
“And you thought that running ‘round in a…a…” he glances down at the vajazzle like it’s a flamethrower, “…in a that and throwin’ yourself at the President of the Judas’ Sons MC was gonna solve this?”
I inhale sharply. My stomach drops. My heart pounds. “What do you mean, the President of the Judas’ Sons MC?”
“You pretendin’ like you didn’t know who that was?”
Oh shit! What the fuck did I just do??? Judas’ Sons was the reason why my father had to reach out to get a peace treaty in the first place. There are two types of Motorcycle Clubs out there—the kind who fix cars, run bars and tattoo shops, and, yes, on occasion do what they must to protect their communities—and then there’s the kind that does…anything they want.
“I’m not pretending!” I shriek. “I had no idea!”
“So you just threw yourself at whatever fuckin’ asshole first made eye contact with you? You were just gonna give yourself to some piece of shit?”
I can’t hold back anymore. Sure, I made mistakes tonight. Alright, a lot of mistakes. But I was not going to let Damien disrespect me in this way. “Yes!” I yell at him. “This is my body. If I want to give my virginity to a hot guy who climbed up a tree and told me a story about a dog, I should be able to!”
Damien frowns. “The fuck?”
I frown too. Wow, I really didn’t do a good job of explaining how he risked his life to save mine and talked me out of falling to my doom by soothing my soul with a sweet tale about a puppy.
“So that’s what you want?” Damien whispers, crouching down. One knee hits the bed, then other does too, until he’s straddling me.
I fall back on the bed. Either I do that, or he’s going to run me over. My mind goes blank as he climbs on top of me. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest. “Um, what do I want?”
His eyes go dark as he plants his fists on the pillow either side of my head. “To get fucked like that—to be taken by a man…hard?”
The sound of me swallowing is so loud it shames me. “Um, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You looked like you were enjoin’ it. Him pushin’ your thigh’s open, shovin’ his face between your legs, thrustin’ his tongue
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