“Let me go,” I murmured. “This was a mistake. Give me the answers I know you’re hiding and let me walk out the door here and now. I won’t press charges. You’ll never have to see or hear from me again.”
Kill shook his head, gaze narrowing in suspicion. “What did you mean about double standards?”
The rules of the Club.
No getting caught.
No using the merchandise.
And, above all else, no going against family.
You broke the last rule. You and him. You were both to blame.
I stumbled forward as the flashback ended.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered. How did I know that? I didn’t come from this life. You don’t believe that. I’d hated Kill’s bike when I’d seen it because it reminded me of something I couldn’t remember. Once upon a time, I’d been immersed in this life. This biker world of hard-edged justice and danger.
Kill didn’t move. “What? What did you remember?”
There was no reason to hide it—no point ignoring the power the memory gave me.
I whispered, “Double standards. The rules of a Club. No getting caught. No using the merchandise. And, above all else, no going against family.”
He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me with violent fingers. “Where did you hear that?” He vibrated with anger. “Who the fuck are you?” he roared.
My head bounced on my shoulders. “I don’t know!” I cried. Winds, and the harsh whoosh of flames exploded in my ears, building and building until a cacophony existed inside my head. “I don’t know!”
Kill spun me around, slamming me against the mirror. The pain made my mouth pop wide.
His lips suddenly crashed down on mine, stealing my pain, muting the loud noises inside my head.
What!?
I froze.
His large hand grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. His heavy bulk sandwiched me hard against the mirrored door.
My body shot to life, roaring into bearing as his magic touch awoke every part. Fire—it existed inside, scarring my innards as truly as it’d done on the outside.
What the hell was he doing?
I squirmed, trying to get free. But his fingers were tight around my wrists, keeping me prisoner.
“Quit it,” he growled. “Just one taste. Just one—” Then his mouth was on mine again. His heat poured down my throat. His tongue shot into my mouth sending a convulsion of need through my body. His flavor—whoa, his delicious dark flavor made me instantly drunk on him.
My heart splintered.
My core throbbed.
My tummy clenched with heat.
My lips moved under his, unable to fight the attraction—the need.
I gave myself over to the kiss, wanting to grab his hair and hold him tight. I wanted to drink him. I wanted to bite. I wanted to feel him driving inside me, pounding at the padlocks of my mind and freeing me from secrets.
“Fuck,” he groaned, driving his hips into mine, grinding himself punishingly. There was nowhere to run, no way to hide. I was his in that blissful crazy moment.
“More,” I begged.
Something unlocked inside him and the kiss went from wild to feral. I moaned as he bit my bottom lip, licking, kissing, thrusting his tongue deep. Our finesse and control deteriorated us into two animals battling for the upper hand.
I arched my back, pressing myself harder and harder. He rocked his hips, his erection a scorching weapon between us.
We punished each other but our bodies craved more, more, more.
I melted. I glowed. I begged.
He kissed me so hard the mirror crunched against the back of my head, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was getting him to lose the rest of his tightly reined control.
I moaned as he kissed me deeper, drawing blood as my teeth cut into my upper lip.
Metallic blood shadowed the kiss with brutal flavoring, but he didn’t stop.
He kissed me as if I were the dead girl he’d lost and he couldn’t stop the love blistering in his heart. He kissed me as if I were so endlessly precious and desired.
His body drove me higher and higher until wetness trickled down my thigh and my thoughts became nothing but sex and writhing need.
I scrambled to get closer.
Our heads moved as our kiss grew frantic.
Our legs entwined as we rode each other.
Our moans echoed as we gave ourselves over to pleasure.
I rocked, panting as my core throbbed for the part of him encased in his jeans.
I’d never been devoured this way. I would remember if I had.
In one kiss, Kill obliterated any past lovers I might’ve had and stamped his absolute mark on my soul. I didn’t care about the rest of it. I didn’t care about the complications between us. All I cared about was connecting with someone on a visceral level.
Kill pulled back, his pupils black and full of fire. “We’re leaving.”
I nodded, breathless and bruised.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
I swallowed and trembled.
“You’re mine.”
Chapter Eight
Fuck.
I’d kissed her to see.
To drink her lies and taste the truth.
I’d kissed her hoping to put an end to the blistering pain inside my heart.
To admit to myself that whatever drew me to her was false.
It didn’t work.
Her mouth intoxicated me. She made me want her more than anyone.
That was a lie.
There was someone. Someone I couldn’t think about without wanting to tear my chest open. Someone I would betray. Someone I was already betraying by permitting this woman to warp my mind.