Curse's Claim (Chaos Bleeds)(36)

“I’m dirty, Curse.”

“No.” He forced her to look at him. “You’re not dirty. You’re beautiful.” He pressed his lips to hers. “You’re my woman, Mia. You’ll listen to me, or I will put you over my knee, understood?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Wrapping her arms around him, she held on tightly to Curse. He was her lifeline, the chance to have something more than the pain that she had always felt.





Chapter Ten



Curse held her as she sobbed against his chest. Her breath fanned across his neck, and through it all he held her. His cock tightened at the feel of her against him. Mia’s body was soft to his hard. Her breasts pushed against his chest distracting him.

Come on, fucker, stay down. She’s hurting.

His cock didn’t care. Mia was close, and he wanted to fuck her.

From the moment Whizz told him about Ashley’s father who disappeared he figured the two women had something to do with it. He didn’t care that Mia had killed the man. From the sound of it, the fucker needed to die for screwing his daughter. Thinking about Ashley, he now knew why she always looked in pain. Sleeping with every man she met helped her not to make any commitment. The club didn’t ask for a detailed description of their sexual past. Providing there was no sexual disease no one cared about what happened in people’s past.

Picking Mia up in his arms, he carried her upstairs.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I’m taking you upstairs to bed. I want to hold you, make love to you, and force the rest of the world to disappear. The only way I get to do that is to be with you like this.”

She wrapped her body around him, and he lowered her to her feet at the bottom of the bed.

“Curse?”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “No. I don’t care what you did. No one is perfect, and I never expected you to be perfect. When I saw you in the diner, Mia, I wanted you. I wanted to fuck you and call you my woman. I’ve got to do that, and nothing you say is going to change that.”

Fingering the end of her shirt, he worked it up her body. She wore a plain grey sports bra.

“Jerry loaned me the clothes. His wife won’t be too happy with her clothes being used,” Mia said, folding her arms across her breasts.

Taking hold of her hands, he pushed them out of his way. “You don’t get to hide from me. I like seeing your body on display, and it’ll never change for me.” Reaching around her, he unsnapped the bra and started to drag the straps from her body. He was careful not to touch any of bruises or her cuts.

“I love you, Curse.”

He paused. Tilting her head back, he stared into her eyes.

“I know you don’t feel the same way, but I wanted you to know that I’ve fallen in love with you.” She laughed. “Great, I’ve gone and said it twice.”

Claiming her lips, he stopped her from talking. She loved him, and happiness filled him at knowing the truth. Stroking her cheek, he smiled into her eyes.

“I love you, too.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” She stared down at the floor.

Curse tilted her head back. “It’s something I can’t control. I love you, and I don’t give a fuck about the trouble I’ve caused, baby. Dale touched you.” He lightly touched her cheek where the bruises were stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin. “I will kill every person who tries to hurt you, who even threatens to hurt you. I love you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Running his hands down her back, he gripped her ass and rubbed his cock against her. “Feel how much I need you.”

Her moan vibrated through her body. Curse fingered the sweatpants she wore. Shoving them down her body, he watched them pool at her feet. She didn’t wear any panties.

Mia worked his pants off. He removed his jacket throwing it over to the other side of the room. Kicking the jeans aside, he sank his fingers into her hair, fisting the length. She made no motion of pain, and he pulled her head back to expose her lips to his kiss. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he tasted her. She moaned, opening her lips for him to explore.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Curse said. “I’ve got you for the rest of our lives, and I’m never letting you go, not for anyone.”

He laid gentle kisses to her bruises, making sure not to hurt her. The purple marks around her neck made him angry at the ease with which he’d killed the other man. Her voice was a little hoarse when she spoke but not enough to change how she sounded.

Sitting on the end of the bed, he tugged her between his thighs. No words were necessary as he skimmed his fingers up the outside of her thighs. Her body shook as he stroked her, taking his time over her flesh. He hated seeing the evidence of the pain she’d been in. Each bruise was a testament to his failure to protect her. Curse should have forced her to take the money.