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“You don't want to make me mad, Angel. I'm not the kind of man you can play your little games with. You will show Keeley the respect she deserves or you will get out.”
His words were angry, the hand between my legs was harsh, but I didn't think he wanted me to leave. Need was taking over the anger on his face, making it slacker.
“Stop talking about her,” I ground out. I needed more than his hands between my legs, I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I had never wanted to be touched so badly in my life.
As if he could read my thoughts, the button on my jeans popped. He didn't bother with the zipper as he pushed the offending denim down my thighs. I let out a sigh. “That's better.”
“Shut up.” Spinning me around, Monster pulled my bare ass against his front, using one of his big hands to bend me at the waist. Each one of his movements was jerky, his own lust making him almost clumsy. There was a rustle as he undid his own pants and then any rational thought left my head. I could feel him nudge at my entrance, impossibly thick, and I held my breath as he slammed himself home, filling me completely.
A startled cry left my lips, and Monster’s hand came around to clamp over my mouth instantly. “Shut up.” He started to move, each thrust into my body more punishing than the one before.
How was I meant to be quiet when he was fucking me the way he was? I loved the way he used my body. In the past I had always been the one to use men, and sometimes women, to get what I wanted. To be on the receiving end was a thrill I had never known, a thrill I didn’t know I needed. I loved it when he got angry and took control.
I wanted to tell him so, but with the hand over my mouth it was impossible to do anything but gargle. Instead I bit down, hard. My teeth broke the skin on the back of his hand and his blood flowed into my mouth. Any normal man would have let go, probably given me a slap for biting them so hard, but not Monster. The pain seemed to spur him on.
He slammed into me again. “You’re a bitch, Angel, but you’re my fucking bitch now. And it's time you started acting like it.” In rapid succession he thrust himself into me again and again. “My fucking angel.”
18
MONSTER
The clubhouse wasfull when we arrived, all piled into Keeley’s clapped-out little car. I had wanted to take my bike but I also wanted my cousin there. And I knew she wouldn’t come unless we all went together. She very rarely came to the clubhouse, not because she judged the men I called brothers, but because it just wasn't her scene. And honestly I was fine with that, I hadn't been lying to Angela about Keeley being a sweet girl.
“Looks like the party started without us.” I didn't even try to hide my excitement. I might not like clubs, but I liked a clubhouse party. There, amongst my own people, I didn't have to hide who I was because they already knew. They knew and they accepted me anyway.
“Yeah.” Angela said from the back. She wasn't happy about being shoved back there but then I was betting there wasn't much Angela was ever happy about. She was a spoiled princess who was prone to temper tantrums, but I was sure I could fuck that out of her. Earlier she had tried to throw one and I had put a stop to that. All it had taken was my dick in her pussy to calm her down.
That’s all Angela needed, some good sex. And I was more than man enough for the job.
“I hope for your sake that Iris and the others are here already, Monster.” Keeley killed the engine but didn't move her hands from the wheel. “I am not going in there to sit in the corner and watch everyone get naked and fuck.”
Angela raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word.
Chuckling, I swung open the door. “Iris will be here, you two can sit in the corner and knit or something.” Leaning back against the seat, I reached behind me, running my hand up Angela’s calf. I couldn't seem to keep my hands off her. Ever since she had been behind me on the bike, something had changed. Something had shifted. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I was starting to dislike her less and less. I sure as hell couldn't keep my hands off her for long.
“Good, at least I'll have someone to talk to.” Keeley slipped from the car, slamming the door shut behind her. “Oh, and Monster, you owe me a box of toys. There's no way I'm giving that box out to children after what you two did on it.”
I watched her walk away, greeting people as she went. Shaking my head, I bit back the laughter. “Come on, Angel, let's get a drink or two in you.” I didn't want to tell her that I wanted to keep an eye on Keeley as well, to make sure she had fun. For a girl her age she didn't seem to have much fun at all.
“You're really protective over her,” Angela's voice was soft as I helped her from the back seat. Her hands were warm and soft in mine.
I stared at her for a second. “Of course I am, she's my family. And she has no one else but me.”
“What if I have no one else but you, Monster? What if I need you to be protective over me as well?”
For a moment I stared at her, then my eyes drifted over her shoulder to the familiar silhouette of my cousin, who was talking to a man dressed in a suit. He stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn't The Judge, this man was younger. Much younger.
Fucking Gio.
“I don't think you will ever need anyone in your life, Angela.” Dragging her by the hand, I tried to ignore the look of sadness on her face. “Come on, let's go and save Keeley from crime bosses and horny bikers.”
* * *
“Congratulations again, Monster.”
Gio’s voice took me by surprise. I had been expecting him to come and talk to me since he was there but I hadn't expected him to wait for so long. Hell, I didn't even know why he was there to begin with. I sure as hell hadn't invited him. And I couldn't see Fang doing it either.
Maybe Gio, with all his self-importance had invited himself, it seemed like something he would do. Pompous prick.
