“Do you want a stir-fry tonight?” Lash asked.
“Sounds lovely.” She didn’t know what to do.
Getting up from her seat she followed him into the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” he asked, when she took a seat opposite him. She sipped at her coffee and watched him work.
“I’m fine.”
He frowned at her but started working. They didn’t speak, which was a first. Lash made dinner, and afterwards she washed the dishes. Her actions were slow. On her way upstairs, Lash pulled her into his arms. Her body fired up ready for him.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Staring into his eyes, Angel couldn’t hold it back.
“What am I to you?” The words left her without any other thought. She couldn’t pull them back into her mouth. Angel stood, waiting for him to speak.
“What do you mean?” His gaze came through narrowed slits.
“Well, I’m not a sweet-butt because I’m not fucking everything in sight, and yet I’m not an old lady because all of them have been sent on their merry way. What am I to you? Am I a fuck? Some entertainment? Or is this how my father is earning off the interest?” she asked, yelling. Hands on hips she glared at him and then was shocked as he raised his hand in the air.
He looked ready to commit murder. “I’ve never hit a woman out of anger, but right now you’ve pushed me to the edge. Don’t you ever accuse me of fucking treating you like a whore.” Lash pressed her against the wall. His hands slammed against the wall on either side of her head.
She tensed, shocked by his sudden rage.
“If the club was going to take interest out on you, baby, you’d be on a table spread out all day without anything in the way. We’d take our interest out any way we wanted, and you wouldn’t ever rest.” He moved closer until he was only a breath away. “We’ve done it before when the woman wanted all of us. We’ve taken out the interest on her body. You’re not like that, and I would never let that happen, Angel. I called in the debt, and I was the one who claimed you.”
Angel frowned. “What?”
“I was the one who called the debt in. Your father was getting in too deep, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he brought you down with him. I couldn’t let that happen. You were always supposed to be mine.” Lash cupped her cheek, caressing the skin down to her collarbone. “That what makes you different, baby. You’re mine, and when people speak of you, you’ll be known as Lash’s woman.”
His hands went down to her waist, pulling her close.
In the next instant his lips were on her, and Angel was melting once again.
“Never, ever, think of yourself as a whore or anything else. You’re my woman, Angel, and that is all I can tell you for now.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because that’s the way it’s going to be. This is how it’s going to be. There will be times when I have no choice but to keep stuff to myself. It has nothing to do with you. This is just the life I lead, and I can’t bring you into it.”
“How can I support you if you can’t talk to me?” she asked. His words had soothed her concerns for the moment. She knew it was only a matter of time before insecurity reared its ugly head.
“I can talk to you. Knowing I never have to come with you with business is good enough for me. You’re everything else I need, Angel. Please, support me by being you and not caring about the shit I do.” He kissed her several times before looking at her. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, I can.”
“Thank you.” He tugged at her clothes, getting her naked and pushed her underneath him on the bed.
She gasped as he slid deep inside her. His thick cock pulsed and slid deeper still.
Was she weak for accepting whatever Lash would give her?
****
Tomorrow morning Lash was going to have a word to Blaine about saying stuff to his woman. The threat of the Lions was the only reason he wasn’t making a deeper commitment. He wouldn’t make a life-long commitment only to put it at risk with what was going down between the two clubs. So far no lives had been lost, but he couldn’t always guarantee it.
Pushing the club and all worries out of his mind, Lash basked in the heat of her pussy as she surrounded him. This was what he wanted to come home to, a woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her. Angel was the love of his life. There were no doubts in his mind. He was totally in love with her.
“You’re mine, baby,” he said, pulling out of her tight warmth only to slam back inside.
“Yes.” She reached up to caress his face. “And you’re mine.”