by Dani Wyatt
I rock back and forth, letting her get used to me, and before long I feel her lift up, meeting my movements as I graze my teeth along her neck and she arches her head back into the pillow.
Her pussy is fucking jerking me off with her walls, and I lift up a few inches before slipping my hand down between us and finding her clit with my thumb, working it in slow circles until she’s twisting and her fingers are digging trenches into my shoulders.
“God, Wrath...” She hisses between her teeth.
“You know you belong to me now.” I slide my cock deep inside and hold it there. “No other man is ever going to touch you, and if they try? I’ll fucking kill them.”
She moans and I pull out, then glide back into her slick warmth, feeling like it’s the first time.
“More,” she whispers, and I work my thumb hard and fast as I fuck into her, and I feel her body tighten under me.
“You know your job is to make my cock happy from now on. Whenever I say are you ready, that means you better be wet. I’ll take you whenever and wherever I want. The back room at the bar, bent over in the kitchen with people in the other room. I own this pussy now and everyone will know it.” I bury myself deep, her body taking me down to my balls and I curse and pray all at the same time.
I turn us over, wanting to watch her ride me. Her blonde hair is wild in her face and her tits bounce and sway as she takes over and fucks me like my perfect private slut, just the way I like.
“I fucking love you, angel.” I can’t help it, I need her to know. “It’s like God made you just for me.”
She’s going faster, pressing down on me, and my balls are ready to seize. I reach up and grab her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers as her pussy clenches, her thighs tightening on my hips as she drops her chin to her chest on a throaty moan.
I meet her movements with hard upward thrusts, smacking our flesh together and her walls clamp down as her voice breaks.
Her incredible cunt starts to milk me and I let go. I fill her with hot cum, deep inside, and it’s the first relief I’ve felt in a year.
It won’t be long before I need more, I know that, but for this moment, bliss covers me and I know I’ve found heaven.
“You are my one angel.”
She collapses on my chest and I run my hands up and down the curve of her back.
“And you are my one stalker,” she answers on a breathless giggle, and I swat her ass again, making her pussy clench around my still hard dick. “I love you too, you big dummy. I don’t know how you did it, how this happened, but I love you, Wrath.”
She was worth the wait.
She is my heaven.
My home.
My forever.
If anyone tries to hurt her ever again, I will personally escort them to hell.
8 | Kristina
My dream is dirty.
And by dirty, I mean filthy. Even in the dream world, I wonder if it’s right for me to be thinking this. Wrath has me up against the wall of his bedroom, facing away from him, and I can feel his cock at my back entrance, huge, swollen, impossibly large. I moan as I wonder if he’s going to take me in that tiny tight hole, or spread my legs and enter me from behind, and I bite into my bottom lip as his body pushes me harder into the wall and he leans to my ear.
“Tell me you want me.” He grunts, banging his hand against the wall, making me jump. “Tell me you fucking want me.”
“Take me, please.”
His hand thuds against the wall again. “Say it, Kristina.”
“Fill me. I’m yours.”
“Kristina.” Thud. “Kristina.” Thud. “Kristina, wake up...”
I open my eyes, and the thudding is coming from further away, somewhere down the hall. And Wrath is right there, close, leaning over me with his hand on my shoulder.
“Kristina...”
“I’m awake. What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure. Sheriff’s here. He sounds pissed. I don’t know, maybe what we did last night is illegal around here.”
I snort a laugh. “Be serious, Wrath.”
“I have to go answer that before he kicks the door down.”
Before I can answer, a yawn takes me, and for a moment all I can do is nod. “Okay. I need to get up anyway. My dad will be wondering where—”
“Forget about him. I’ll deal with him later.”
I frown as I sit up in the bed. “He’s a good man. Somewhere, deep down, I know it. He always treated my mom right. He’s just lost his way somewhere along the line.”
He leans down and kisses my head. “I won’t hurt him unless he hurts you. I promise.”
There’s a voice from outside. “Wrath, get your ass out here or I’m going to have to come in! Don’t think I won’t shoot you!”
Wrath rolls his eyes. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He raises his voice as he turns to the bedroom door. He’s got his jeans on, but nothing else, as he stomps in that direction, raising his voice. “Alright, Sheriff, I’m coming!”
Part of me knows I should get dressed, but another part of me doesn’t want any of this to end. So instead, I just lie there a moment longer, then as I hear rumbling voices start arguing, I slide out of the bed, wrapping myself in the sheet as best I can as I come out of the bedroom and see the sheriff standing there in the doorway.
“Like fuck I am!”
“This ain’t exactly a debate, son.” The sheriff looks past Wrath as best he can to see me coming down the hallway.
“Hey, fuck face, you don’t get to look at her.” Wrath turns. “Kristina, get back inside. I’ll be there in a moment.”
“The hell you will, Wrath.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, starting to get worried. “Whatever it is, sheriff, he can’t have done it. He was here all night.”
The sheriff grits his teeth, his jaw tightening as he looks at me while he speaks to Wrath. “Henry James Phillips, I’m arresting you on suspicion of arson...”
My mind explodes. What? “What’s he talking about?”
The sheriff is reading Wrath his rights as he turns him around, getting his cuffs ready, and Wrath’s eyes meet mine.
“What’s going on, Wrath?”
“It’s bullshit, Kristina. I’ll be out by the end of the day.”
“Like hell you will, Wrath. Arson’s just for starters. With Kristina being in there at the time, there might well be an attempted murder charge thrown in for good measure.” The sheriff meets my eyes. “Bit of Stockholm syndrome, was it?” He chuckles as he roughly yanks Wrath behind him, and I don’t try to correct him about what that means.
My mind is in a daze as I wander towards the open door and watch Wrath being put in the sheriff’s cruiser. He set the fire? I shake my head. It doesn’t make sense. It can’t be! But they wouldn’t be arresting him if they didn’t have evidence. Would they? There must be something solid linking him to the fire, or they would still be investigating.
And he was right there, on hand, ready to rescue me. My hero, running to the rescue.
Was it all just to get me to sleep with him? He’s been chasing me for a while, and I always said no. Did he do this just to get me to lower my guard? Be grateful for him saving my life?
What have I done?
As the cruiser spins and pulls out onto the road, it suddenly hits me that I have no transport of my own. The ride on Wrath’s motorcycle was fun, but there’s no way I can manage it on my own. I could call a cab, but I have no money with me and the thought of taking something else from Wrath...
I shiver at the idea. No.
There’s nothing else for it but to call Jillian. I don’t really want to have to explain what I’m doing here right now, but there’s no choice. I slam the door behind me as I head back through to the bedroom, and nearly throw up when I see my clothes still strewn over the floor, mixed together with his. What was I thinking, getting involved with a man like that? Did I really let him have his way with me because I was grateful he rescued me from a fire he st
arted?
As I fish in my bag for my phone, I take some deep breaths. Whatever happened, it was my choice to come here and have sex with Wrath. He might have manipulated me, but I clearly wanted it. It just hurts that it meant less to him than it did to me.
I turned the phone off last night before I left home, not wanting to get any calls from William or my father. But after it starts up, before I can call Jillian, it starts buzzing and dinging with message after message from my father.
Where are you?
Kristina, this isn’t like you at all. Call me back.
Kristina! I’ve tried calling and it just goes to voicemail. We’re going to have words about this!
Call me back, Kristina!
Answer the damned phone!
I roll my eyes hard. When is he going to learn that I’m not at his every beck and call? I have a life of my own, and I’m going to live it my way. He doesn’t own me, and he doesn’t have any control over me. Not any more. I could get a place of my own if I wanted.
I’m about to dial Jillian’s number, when the phone starts ringing and my father’s annoying face fills the screen. And despite the fact that it’s probably not a good idea, I hit answer.
“What the fuck, dad?”
The silence on the other end is palpable. It might last only a split second, but it feels like forever, before— “Don’t you dare take that tone with me, Kristina. I’m your father, and I raised you better than that. Swearing? I won’t have your future husband doubting my ability to raise you right when he takes a belt to your—”
It’s a bad idea, but I’m raging. “Whatever. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you home. Right now. Where did you even sleep last night? And don’t even think about lying to me.”
For a second, I do think about lying to him. I could tell him I slept at Jillian’s, and she’d back me up. But after everything that’s happened, with a fire that could have killed me and William acting like he owns me, and spending the night with Wrath, I just don’t have the energy for deception.
“Well? I’m waiting—”
“You want me home? I’m at Wrath’s place. We had sex last night.”
“You...you did what?”
“We had sex. It was pretty awesome, to tell you the truth. But now he’s been arrested for starting the fire. Before you say it, I know. I’m a disappointment. You wanted the truth, now you know. But you want me home, you’re going to have to come pick me up.”
AN HOUR LATER, WE’RE in my father’s car, and he’s about as stressed as I’ve ever seen him. Which is strange in a way, because I’d expected him to be furious. But this is definitely stress. It’s like he’s panicking about what I’ve done, rather than blaming me for doing it. And that just seems weird.
“Did you at least use protection?”
“No.”
I see his hand grip the steering wheel tighter. “What if you’re pregnant? That would ruin...” He meets my eyes. “It would spoil you for anyone else. You know I don’t agree with abortion, but maybe in this case—”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. You’re such a hypocrite. So you’re happy to persuade other girls to keep babies they don’t want, but you’ll march me down to the clinic if I’m pregnant? I’m not, by the way.”
“How do you know?” Those words could have venom in them, but they don’t. I hear hope in his voice, like I might be able to reassure him, and it’s setting me on edge. What is going on?
The truth is, I don’t know that I’m not pregnant. But the thought scares me, because I’m not sure what it would mean if I was. When I don’t answer, he slams his palm against the steering wheel and curses under his breath but doesn’t try to speak to me again.
I find my phone and bring up my last text conversation with Jillian. She has no idea what’s going on, and I have to fill her in. I need an adult conversation with someone that isn’t going to judge me.
As I start typing out a message, my father speaks again, but his voice is hesitant, like he’s thinking out loud rather than talking to me.
“Hopefully you’re right. Yes. We’ll just have to hope you’re not pregnant. With any luck, this will all go away. That man has been arrested, he’ll be going to prison, and he’ll probably forget all about you. It’s not like you’re anything special.”
That last comment, even though it didn’t sound like it was directed at me, hits me hard. “You don’t think I’m special?”
“Oh, that’s not what I meant. Don’t twist my words, Kristina.”
“It’s not like you’re anything special.” I mimic his voice. “Hard to read that any other way, dad. Jesus Christ.”
“Kristina! I don’t know where you’ve picked up this habit of swearing and cursing, but don’t for one second think that William is going to stand for it when the two of you are married.”
I grunt. “I’m not marrying William. I can’t stand him.”
“You’ll do as I tell you. He was going to propose today. Yes, you heard me, that’s why I was so desperate to get hold of you. He was going to officially ask me to give him my only daughter’s hand. That’s a big deal, Kristina, and you nearly ruined it. He’s rethinking the idea, but I think I can talk him round, keep him on board. It’s what he wants, really, and it will make everything all right again.”
“Talk him round? Aren’t you listening to me? I am not going to marry him. You’re delusional.”
I type out a text to Jillian as I speak: Things are a total mess. Not sure what I’ve done. I thought I was in love, but he’s been arrested for starting the fire and now dad’s going on about me marrying Pastor Creepy.
“Of course you’ll marry him, Kristina. It’s the right thing to do. Time to step up and accept some responsibility in your life.”
Jillian: Slow down. Who’s been arrested?
Me: Wrath. The biker. We had sex, and now it’s a mess.
“Your mother would want you to follow in her shoes, Kristina. Be the good, devoted wife, like she was. Raise good Christian children. Anyway, the deal is done, I’ll persuade him that this is what he wants and we’ll all be happy.”
“I won’t! I’m not marrying him, dad.”
“Yes you are, Kristina. You have no choice in this.” He reaches across and hits the door lock button, like I might try to dive out of the car right here on the highway.
“What are you doing? Are you mad? I’m not your captive, you can’t force me to marry someone against my will.”
“You’re my daughter, and you’ll do as I say. That’s the end of it. You’ll do as I—and your dead mother—tell you.”
Jillian: Where are you? You need me to come over?
Me: I’m not sure what I need. I think I’ve really messed up. Dad’s gone crazy. The fire must have messed with my head. I had sex with a man that tried to kill me, now he’s been arrested and somehow my mother wants me to marry William.
Jillian: Your mother...isn’t she...?
“It’s all set, Kristina, and I know you won’t let me down. Things will be good, you’ll see, I know what’s best for you better than you do.”
Me: What have I done, Jillian?
9 | Wrath
“Wrath, man, what the fuck is going on? We all know you didn’t start that fire.”
I snort a laugh as I shake my head. “Of course I didn’t start it. Put her in danger? I’d rather douse myself in petrol and play with a lighter.”
“So what the fuck?” Chain raises his eyebrows. He and Bulldog are sitting opposite me at the table, and they’ve said our club lawyer is on his way.
“I don’t know, man. The cops reckon they have a witness that saw me tampering with the wiring. That and the fact I was there at the time are apparently enough to bring me in.”
“That’s bullshit. Who is this witness? We’ll get to the bottom of it.”
I shrug. “It’s not like they tell you that sort of thing. But I have an idea. Pastor Junior.”
“Pastor who?”
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sp; “Junior. I don’t know, man, William something. He works with Kristina’s father at the church and the religious college.”
Chain shrugs. “Why does he have it in for you? And enough to burn down the church? Guy must be a psycho.”
“Don’t fucking touch him. He’s mine. I mean it, Chain, nobody lays a finger on any of them. I’ve got some info coming in from some of the girls that used to work for us before we cut ties with that end of the business. I’ve got this, I’m not turning shit into the fucking Sheriff though. I’m going to take care of this my own way first. Then let our attorney deal with the rest.”
Chain and Bulldog nod in unison, and Bulldog sets his jaw. “Don’t sweat it, dude, I’ve got your back. Anyone touches your girl or her family, I’ll tear them a new one.”
I nod as the guard comes over. Even in here, Heartlands members are usually given a modicum of respect, and so far the guards I’ve met have been decent enough. But I know that if this turns into a full sentence, I’ll have to keep up my end of the bargain for that to continue.
That thought makes me shudder.
It’s not that I can’t do the time. Fuck, I’m no pushover. If I have to, I’ll survive in here same as I have before. But now, there’s more at stake, because of her. The thought of losing Kristina is more than I can take. If I can’t go back to her, I think I might just end it.
“Mr. Phillips.”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Just had word, your lawyer has arrived and you’re being called for a video arraignment in fifteen.”
“Sure. Thanks.”
I meet Chain’s eyes and he nods. “We’ve got your back, Wrath.”
THREE HOURS LATER, we’re all at the Ride or Die bar, and there’s a beer in my hand, but I haven’t touched a drop of it. Instead, I’m just staring out the window, watching her place. It’s quiet, and I’m pretty sure nobody’s home, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep my eyes on the place while she’s gone.
