Chapter Three
Angel woke up early in the morning to banging on the door. She’d forgotten to set her alarm clock. Seconds later Lash walked in. Everything that happened last night came flooding back to her like a bad memory.
“Good morning,” he said. He walked to the wardrobe, shook his head, and pulled out a pair of jeans. Her wardrobe was small. She hated clothes shopping and only ever bought what she thought was relevant to her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, covering herself with the blanket. She wore his vest shirt and nothing else.
He’d brought her to orgasm, literally had his naked fingers on her pussy, and she was worried about him seeing her.
Last night was different. It had been dark last night, whereas it was now morning, and there was no chance for her to hide away from him. It was unfair and cruel.
“This is not acceptable at all.” He turned to her and started tugging her out of bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Lash wasn’t answering her questions.
“We’re going shopping, or I might send you out shopping with a Prospect. I’ve got shit to do.”
Once she was dressed, without panties or a bra, Lash stood back to look at her.
“I think it will do for now.”
“Wait, I need a bra and panties. I’ve never worn jeans without panties.”
He took a step toward her. One hand sank into her hair, tugging on the length and the other rested between her thighs.
Angel was ashamed by the heat that consumed her from his touch. Would she ever not be affected by him?
Lash rubbed his hand back and forward creating a friction that almost brought her to her knees. Lash knew all the right buttons to press, and she hated him for it.
“No. Your tits look wonderful like that, and from now on I say what you wear.”
Before she could protest his lips were once again on hers.
The kiss was brutal, all teeth and passion, and not once did Angel try to stop it. Finally, only when Lash was ready, did he break the kiss. Until he was ready, Lash was the one in control. She didn’t have a say in what she wanted. It was all about what Lash wanted.
She didn’t hate the thought either. Angel had never been good at making a decision or solving a problem. She was a waste of space.
“Don’t put yourself down. Even when you’re out of my presence I will know about it.”
“How did you know I was doing that?” she asked. She should have argued his claim that she’d been putting herself down.
“I know you, baby. I know what you’re thinking, and I see it in your eyes. You’re like an open book. I can read everything by looking at you.” His hand left her hair to grab her wrist. “Come on, it’s breakfast downstairs.”
“I know. I’m supposed to be the one getting the stuff.”
“Not anymore. From now on your place is by my side or sat in my lap.” He opened her bedroom door, and together they made their way toward the eating area. The eating area was the main part of the bar. All the tables had been pulled together to make a long table. The kitchen doors were thrown open showing several of the Prospects and the women getting ready to serve.
“Where the fuck is Angel? She’s supposed to be doing this shit, not me,” Fern asked. Fern was one of the women who got passed around from member to member. Angel had seen her with a different guy every night. From what she heard none of the men wanted to claim her. She was a sweet-butt whose sole purpose was to open her legs for whoever wanted her.
Angel would hate that kind of existence, but some women seemed to love it.
The room went silent as The Skulls noticed Lash and her together. She felt their gazes on her skin and saw them look at her face before looking at Lash’s shirt.
“It looks like you better get used to being in the kitchen, sweet-butt. Angel has been taken,” Zero said.
“What?” Fern stormed out of the kitchen, and Angel watched her stop when she looked at her.
“Oh hell no. That is not fair. She hasn’t even been a member or done the time or the fucking the rest of us have. What does she have that the rest of us don’t?” Her hands were on her hips, and the look Fern shot Lash would have killed him if looks could kill.
“Lash made a choice. We accepted that choice, and she stays,” Tiny said. He sat at the top of the table with his hands locked together. The leader looked calm and frightening. Tiny always scared Angel. Her grip tightened on Lash’s hand.
“You’ve got to wait until someone actually wants your sweet ass, baby,” Nash said.
Angel glanced at Lash’s brother and saw the contempt the other man had for Fern. Most of the men loved to fuck her, but none of them liked her.