“What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Torch looks up grinning. I’m really getting fucking tired of that grin.
“Hey, Boss. I decided to bring Beth some dinner myself.”
“Dinner was two hours ago, fucker,” I growl, and my eyes dart to Beth, who is blushing but trying not to look at me. She shouldn’t. The slightest thing will make me cross the edge right now.
“Wow, really?” Torch asks, fake-glancing at his watch. “Eh, Boss, you know how it is when you have good company. Time gets away,” he tells me, this time turning his attention back to Beth.
I’m going to have to kill the motherfucker. That’ll make him behave.
“Yes, really, Cabrón,” which is Spanish for dumbass, which is being nice. There’s so much more I’d rather say to him. I don’t bother, though. With Torch, it wouldn’t matter, and I want to talk with Beth. When I look over at her on the bed and see the way her blonde hair falls over her face and her full lips making a half smile, I admit that I mostly want to fuck her. Between the Church meeting, talking with Diesel, and then with Pistol’s brother, I am about talked out.
“I guess I got carried away talking to the lovely Beth. It’s hard to concentrate on the time when you have such beauty in front of you.”
“Why would she want to talk with a man who tries to flirt with all the ladies, but since his dick is only two inches long, gets nowhere?”
“Fuck you. My cock is legendary,” he returns, then winks at Beth, adding, “In size and in experience, in case you were wondering.”
“If you don’t get the fuck away from her, you won’t have a cock,” I warn him, and I’m not exactly joking. Torch ignores me, but doesn’t press his damn luck. He says his goodbye to Beth, gives me a motherfucking salute, then closes the door behind him. That leaves me staring at Beth wondering where in the fuck we go from here.
“He’s interesting.”
“You’re taken.”
“I wasn’t looking. It was merely an observation.”
“So you admit you’re mine?” I ask, pissed off with myself because that’s not the conversation we need to be having, but it’s the only thing that keeps coming to mind right now.
“Skull, you need to let me go. You heard Colin. He won’t stop until he destroys you. I can’t let that happen.”
“I’m not letting you go, Beth. You’re mine. I’ve claimed you in front of everyone. They all know it. The only person not seeming to get it would be you.”
“Skull…”
“Strip.”
“Isn’t that how we started this mess to begin with?”
“It’s not a mess, and if something works, then you stick with it. Now strip.”
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“That’s why they invented angry sex.”
“Shouldn’t we talk first?” she asks, but she stands and raises her shirt over her head and throws it on the floor.
“We will be talking with our bodies. If you’re lucky, you’ll wear me out enough that I won’t have the energy to punish you.”
Beth steps out of her pants and kicks them off to the side.
“I should’ve ran the other way when I met you,” she mumbles.
“But you didn’t, and now it’s much too late.”
“You said you’d grow tired of me!” she complains, standing in her underwear.
“I lied.”
“Skull,” she begins, but I stop her.
“Lose the underwear, Beth. Then come stand in front of me,” I tell her, sitting down in a chair, already naked.
“This doesn’t sound much different from regular sex,” she huffs, but she takes off her bra and panties.
“The angry part will come when I’m feeding you my cock. Now get over here,” I tell her, stroking my cock and squeezing it tight because fuck me, I already want to come.
She looks at me, then down at my cock. Pre-cum drizzles from the head of my dick onto my hand as I continue stroking. Then, she walks towards me, her eyes glued to my cock, and that sweet little tongue of hers licks the bottom of her lip, which only makes my dick leak more.
Fuck, this isn’t going to last long. “On your hands and knees, Beth.”
She slides down to her knees on the floor. Her gray eyes sparkle with need as she looks up at me. If there’s a more beautiful sight, I can’t place it. This is nowhere near angry sex, but telling her I need her to submit to me—to touch her, to own her for no other reason than to reassure myself that she’s not leaving—gives her too much fucking power. Beth has no idea how gone I am for her. She’s young. Maybe she thinks a woman is something a man puts his life, his club, and the lives of his brothers in danger for so easily. It’s not. I know what I’m asking of my club. I was completely prepared to override my brothers tonight. The fact that they all agreed with me, even Briar, leaves me humbled. It cements my reason for taking over for my tío. Being president of the Devil’s Blaze is where I belong.