Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 23

“Gimme a goddamn beer,” I roar at the club whore behind the counter. She quickly pops the top off and shoves the bottle in my direction. Agitated and pissed off, I head out the side door when I hear them.

“He just has a lot goin’ on,” Sly says catching my attention.

“So do I, Sly. I didn’t ask for this shit,” Krista huffs.

“Maybe not but it’s what you got. Could have been worse, darlin’.”

“Worse how? I’m a prisoner at your clubhouse.” I can hear the anger in her tone, and I don’t really give a shit. My mind is telling me to let her go, send her home. My cock is telling me different. So is that tattoo that snakes down her thigh. She doesn’t know it yet, but my name is already inked into her flesh. I wound it in the vines that sneak down her leg. If you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t notice it. Why I did that is beyond me. What the fuck am I thinking? I did it for a fucked up reason. I did it because I could.

“Give it some time. He’ll calm down. Somethin’ about you sparked his interest, darlin’. He wants to help you with that little girl, and I don’t see the harm in that. To be honest, if I was in your position, I would gladly accept.” I lean against the wall of the clubhouse bringing my beer to my lips. Sly walks around the corner nodding at me as he goes. I tip my bottle his direction before watching Krista walk around.

“Hey. I didn’t know you were out here,” she says trying to backtrack. Not that I give two shits what they were out here talking about. I take another long pull from my bottle as I watch her. My eyes never leave hers and that causes her to stir. I like that she can’t stand still under my gaze but after hearing what I did, I know what I need to do.

“I won’t touch you. We don’t have any other rooms here, so you’re stuck in mine.” She furrows her brows trying to figure out what I’m saying. It’s simple really.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t chase women, Krista. That ain’t me. Never will be. I told you that I’d help you with your asshole ex and I will. That’s as far as this shit goes,” I tell her shoving off the wall and heading toward the door.

“That’s it?” She yells from behind me. I look over my shoulder, eyeing her up and down. Those baggy fucking clothes that hide all of her from my view to the light that still simmers in her eyes.

“That’s it.” I pull the door open and head through the room and down the hall. I want to sleep. Tomorrow I need to work on Lauren a little more. I need more information than what she’s giving me, and I need to figure out how to make her fucking talk. As soon as I step in my room, the door slams behind me.

“You can’t just walk away from me like that. You claim me in front of your little club, damn near fuck some girl in your lap and you have the nerve to walk away from me?” Her screams do nothing more than turn me on. She should know that but I’m not about to tell her anything else.

“Yeah, I can. You didn’t want this, remember? I saw you out there with Rocket.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. I shouldn’t let her know that it bothered me. That’s just giving her more leverage on me. I’ve already given too much to Lauren and now I’m adding fucking Krista into the mix.

“I only did that to piss you off,” she says her voice lowering.

“Don’t matter. Like I said, we’re good.” I set my bottle on the dresser and pull my cut off. Reaching behind me, I pull my shirt over my head tossing it to the floor before moving to my boots and jeans next. Krista doesn’t move or say anything as I sit on the edge of the bed. But as soon as I’m about to lay back she does.

“This is bullshit! I’m out of here. I don’t need this shit!” Her anger could be felt but so can mine. She heads toward the door but doesn’t make it there before I have her around the waist. Carrying her kicking and screaming back to the bed, I toss her on it and move to climb on over her. Straddling her body, I grab her wrists pinning them above her head with one of my hands as I reach for the bedside table drawer with the other. Pulling the handcuffs out, I smirk down at her. Krista turns her head to see what I have when it quickly snaps back.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hisses.

“I wouldn’t?” I ask raising an eyebrow. That sets off the fight in her. She tries, God does she try. My poor cock is so fucking hard right now that I can barely focus. Blue balls are going to be a fucking bitch after tonight with this girl. Clamping the cuff around one wrist, I secure the other to the headboard before climbing off her. She’s panting and pulling at the cuff, but she isn’t going anywhere.

“I’m not your fucking prisoner asshole!”

“You’re whatever I want you to be,” I mumble before rolling onto my side facing away from her. I can’t keep looking at her lying there in cuffs and not fuck her. I sigh and burrow into my pillow when she kicks me in the back. More than once.

“I have rope if I need it,” I warn her. Her feet move away quickly and I smirk. She’ll learn.