Running shaky fingers through her hair, she stared up at him. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“It’s not good enough. Not from you. I deserve something far better from you.”
“Look, I made a mistake. I realize that.”
Curse held his hands up stopping her from talking. “No. You told Ashley to fuck me so you’d have a reason to leave me. It’s not going to happen.”
Both of his hands rested on the wall on either side of her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m keeping my hands where I can see them before I do something I regret like hurt you.”
Scared, Mia stared at his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Nodding, she ran her fingers through her hair for something to do. She squealed as he grabbed her hand and placed then against the wall underneath his large hands.
“Some things are going to change around here, Mia,” he said.
“What do you mean?” She tried to keep her voice quiet so she wouldn’t anger him.
“From now on, you’re going to learn to accept me in your life. This is not going to be about sex or you trying to find some other woman to lure me away.” He covered her mouth with his palm as she went to argue with him. “No, shut the fuck up, you little bitch, before I seriously lose my temper.”
Mia couldn’t believe what he just called her.
You deserve it. You deserve everything he has to say and throw at you.
Licking her lips, she dropped her gaze from his.
“You’re going to learn to shut up and to stop arguing with me. I’m not going to deal with your crap. You ever force or even fucking tell another woman to sleep with me then I’ll have your fucking hide.” He cupped her check.
For some bizarre reason she wasn’t afraid of him even though he’d shouted threats to her.
“This is not what I want.”
“Your pussy is wet for me,” he said.
“It means nothing.”
His eye brow rose as he looked at her. “You really think it means nothing?”
“Yes.”
She was lying. How could she not be lying? The feelings he inspired from the lust to the jealousy were not easily explained. Mia couldn’t deny what was happening to her even if she didn’t want it to be true.
“What’s so wrong with being with me?” he asked.
“You’re a biker.”
“And you’re talking bullshit.”
“You don’t know a thing about me or what I’m capable of,” she said, blurting the words out. Her dirty past threatened to spill out of her mouth at any moment. The secrets she kept were not for others to know. When Ashley was ready for others to know the truth about what happened to her then she’d come clean about her part. “Forget I ever said anything.”
She made to move around him, but he wouldn’t let her go. His hand went to her cheek and stayed there.
“No, you don’t get to leave.” His body trapped her. There was nowhere for her to hide. He was forcing her to face him. “Everyone has a past. Shit, I know some guys who’ve got so much of a past it gets other people killed.”
His voice shouldn’t soothe her or make her feel better.
“Fine, you don’t want to tell me then I’ll never know the answer. I’ve lived without explanations before, but I swear to you, Mia, you ever try to do that shit again, and me and you are going to have some serious fucking problems.”
He shoved away from her, heading toward the kitchen.
“Have you ever killed someone?” she asked.
Curse stopped and turned to look at her.
“You’ll have your secrets, and I’ll have mine.” This time he didn’t stop until he was out of sight.
She watched him go feeling like the worst bitch in the world. Walking down to the kitchen, she saw him grabbing stuff from the fridge. “Can I use your phone to call Ashley?”
“Sure.” He tossed the cell phone her way and left her to make the call.
Entering the sitting room, she typed in Ashley’s number.
“Hey, everything is covered here. Do you have Mia?” Ashley asked.
“It’s Mia. I’m with Curse, and everything is fine. I want to phone, to apologize for the shit I said.” Pressing a hand to her face, Mia was swamped by the humiliation of what had happened. The things she’d said were completely shameful. “I can’t believe I said what I said and did what I did. I’m sorry.”
“I love you, Mia. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I owe you so much. You know that, right?”
Shaking her head, Mia pressed a palm to her mouth. “I think I’m going crazy.”