Page 42 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
The look he gives me then is thick with disgust, harsh and biting.
“Cat’s made a decision; that’s law.” He snorts then and runs his hand over his face. “Unless, of course, you decide to steal another hostage and take off. Fuck my fucking life.”
“Cat said I could marry Beast, that’s it,” I clarify, shaking my head. “He doesn’t say who I can or cannot sleep with.” I purse my lips and narrow my eyes, gaze sliding to one side. I’m honestly flabbergasted by this whole situation. It feels like a dream. A dark dream. Maybe even a nightmare. Anyway, it doesn’t feel real.
I’m back. After three months, after rescuing Grey, crashing Crown’s bike, I’m back.
These men—the ones I craved so badly I was willing to bleed for a single taste—have lied for me. They’ve cleared the way. They have, knowingly or not, switched their true allegiance from Cat and the club to me.
Too good to be true. Which means something bad is going to happen. What I need to do now is keep these men close. Trust is not something I easily give, but they’ve all earned it, each and every one of them. I just have to crack their shells a bit, dig beneath their armor, and find my place inside their black, brutal hearts.
Because at this point, I’ll only allow them to be gifted to me.
Amber—and whatever other groupies might be interested in the officers—best take a note.
“What?” Grainger bites out, canting his head to stare at me like I deserve that spanking he long-ago promised and never delivered on. “Have you lost your mind?”
I meet his gaze dead-on, refusing to back down or be intimidated. He thinks he’s tough? Then what the hell am I? At this point, my skin is like Kevlar and my heart is forged of iron.
“Nellie is the president’s wife,” I begin, and I can tell Grainger knows where this is going. “She fucks who she wants, when she wants.”
Now that gives him pause. Cade Grainger is not someone who’s easily shocked into silence.
“With your father’s permission,” he corrects, and I swear, I see red. I throw my arms around his neck, crushing my mouth to his. He remains stiff, immovable. Annoying. Told ya I hated the guy.
“Since when have I ever cared to get permission from anyone for anything?” I retort, and then I’m biting his lower lip so hard that it bleeds. That salty taste in my mouth wakes up every single one of my senses. Grainger’s saffron and cumin, black pepper and vanilla smell assaults me. It’s mixed with a heady dose of sweat and testosterone. I can taste his rage along with his blood, the same blood that even now is feeding my racing heart, that’s filling his cock and making it hard for me.
“Every time I wonder if you’re worth it …” he growls, and then he’s throwing me to the forest floor. I hit the ground just hard enough to take my breath away, but not hard enough to hurt. Cade is good at that, walking the tightrope of my tolerance. He descends on me like one of those demons I so like to compare him to, like some hulking thing with black leathery wings and horns.
His body hovers above mine, but he keeps his weight off of me. The only parts of us that are touching are our lips. And oh, those lips … Cade kisses me with such desperate brutality, I can feel every moment of waiting and wanting. All those times he looked at me and wished he could have me.
Forbidden things have power, Gidge.
Beast was so right. There’s so much energy stored up between me and Grainger, like two thunderclouds clashing in a stormy sky. Yes, he’s still punishing me. Yes, he still sees me as forbidden.
Yet, he can’t stop himself.
He can’t control himself.
None of them can: not when it comes to me.
Each sweep of Grainger’s tongue is like the swing of a blade, sharp and violent. I have no choice but to meet him tit for tat, kissing him with a fervency that I didn’t realize I had until now. He’s mine, always has been. The thought comes to me unbidden, a dirty little secret that isn’t so secret anymore.
“You little shit,” he growls at me, nipping at my lower lip and making me writhe. “How dare you? How fucking dare you do this to me?”
When I try to hook my arms around Cade’s neck, he pushes them aside, looking down at me with a seriousness that I’ve never seen in him before. He uses his bitchiness and his anger as a shield, but that possessiveness I’ve always simultaneously loved and hated? It’s still there, shield be damned. That was always real.
“I thought I got so lucky that night,” he tells me with a bit of a laugh. We’re both breathing so hard, stirring one another’s hair with each exhale. I’m so tempted to touch him, whether he likes it or not, that my fingertips tingle as I dig them into the forest floor beneath me. “This hot piece of ass waltzes into the bathroom, and I forget for a moment that I’m a useless, angry bastard.”
