Edge and Dolly is all that’s left. Then he steals my breath as his lips capture mine and his tongue fills my mouth. I moan and match him as I prove to him that he can have all of me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.
“Edge? She doing it or not?” Doc’s annoying voice breaks into my private world with Edge.
“You know what this means?” He backs up.
“I do.” And for a moment my heart races. Do I? Do I really?
“This is me giving myself to you,” I whisper. His eyes turn dark and my breath stutters. This is serious. Like getting the brand means shit in the Disciples’ world.
He looks over at Doc and nods. Blade motions for me to sit in the chair he just vacated.
“Here.” Axel hands me another shot. I down it and hold out my right wrist to Doc.
He rubs alcohol on it. “Okay, Dolly, you sure you want the brand? Because most of the girls prefer a tattoo. Trust me, it hurts way less.”
“No. I want the brand,” I say directly to him. He leans back and looks up at the guys, nodding.
“Check out our little Dolly. She’s more badass than you, Boomer.” He snickers as Boomer eyes me and mumbles something before he stumbles away.
Edge is next to me, his fingers possessively running through my hair as Doc gets the tiny branding metal hot.
“Shit,” I hiss. I shouldn’t have looked at it. My eyes dart to Edge’s as I sense the oncoming panic.
“Wait,” Edge demands and Doc sighs and leans back allowing Edge to squat in between my legs. My eyes feast on the way his jeans hug his thighs and I try to calm my terror.
“Baby? You don’t have to. Why don’t we have Doc do a tattoo?” He caresses my bottom lip.
“No. Do it,” I say to him. I can’t look at Doc. The smell of the branding metal and alcohol is bad enough.
“Hold her arm,” Doc says.
Before I can chicken out, I’m being lifted. Edge sits down in the chair as I drop gratefully into his lap.
“Do it.” And I don’t have time to say stop. Because I’m with Edge, I smell only him. I see only him.
I am only his.
I hear the sizzle before my brain can catch up to how fucking painful this is.
“Look at what my pretty baby has done for me,” he growls in my ear.
“I can’t believe I did that.” My eyes dart around at everyone. Screaming and cheering fill my ears as Blade and Axel laugh and shake their heads.
“Fuck baby.” Edge stares at my angry brand, which is about the size of a quarter. It’s the classic Disciples wings and sword.
“You know what this means? You’re fucking mine,” he rasps in my ear, his voice filled with excitement. This turns him on, and my heart melts. Who cares that my wrist is throbbing. I’d get a hundred brands to have this feeling with him.
“Let’s go.” His cinnamon breath is on my cheek and I can sense his hard erection through the tough denim of his jeans. I stand up as he laces my left hand with his. Then he holds my wrist up for everyone to see.
It’s as though I’ve won a fight. Maybe I have.
Edge Daniels is now mine. We’re branded together. He smiles and laughs as he pulls us through the crowded backyard. The party is now taking a turn toward things I’ve never been a part of.
I hold on tight to his hand. His energy is thick, erotic as he pulls me at almost a desperate pace, weaving his way through the crowd.
“Edge, where are we going?” I laugh as my mom waves to me, giving me a thumbs-up.
It’s ridiculous but enduring. As bad as she has been sometimes, the same can be said in reverse: she loves me in her own way.
Edge keeps walking toward the street area. It’s dark and grassy with some orange trees. The dirt and gravel crunch with our fast pace. Guns N’ Roses plays faintly in the background as Edge turns around.
“Strip,” he growls.
“Edge,” I whisper as adrenaline spikes all the way up to my head.
With the moonlight behind him, I can’t make out his beautiful face. But I can smell him and feel his wild energy.
Danger.
My core becomes wet in an instant. I shiver as I pull off my top and bra, then shimmy my skirt down as he stands feet apart and arms crossed. He’s like a dark god and my hands shake as I pull my panties off.
I can hear him breathing, and I bite my lip not to moan.
“Who do you belong to?” His voice is harsh as if he’s having a hard time holding back.
“You.”
“Whose fucking brand do you wear?” In an instant, he’s so close my knees almost buckle with excitement, need—all of it pumps through my blood.
“Yours,” I groan.
“Yeah. You’re fucking mine.” He reaches for me, jerking me close so that he can twist his hands in my hair.
“This is us. I’m gonna fuck you. Hard.” He spins me around so that my back is on his warm front, the angry brand burning into me as I lay my head back onto his shoulder.
“Spread your legs,” he grunts in my ear.
The gravel crunches as I spread my legs. As my heeled boots scrape and dig into the ground, I smell dirt. His hands caress my breasts, but it’s rough and I can’t help but moan.
I turn my head to look up at him. His eyes are slits as his mouth finds my neck and I stiffen.
“Don’t even think about it.” He licks my small scars while his one hand moves down my flat stomach sliding straight into my slick core.
“Who does this cunt belong to?” His voice is rough as his fingers start to fuck me.
“Who, Dolly?” he growls. With his other hand, he pinches my nipple causing me to gasp.
“You, Edge.” I’m whimpering as my hands reach for his hips to steady me.
“Yeah, shove these tits out.” He pinches the other nipple and my pussy quivers.
His fingers pump in and out of me, and I scream, “You! I will always be yours.” He rubs my clit hard and fast, and I gasp. My slickness, along with my legs spread open, almost makes me lose my balance, and I scratch my nails into his jeans, filled with the dark pleasure he seems to bring me.
“Not yet, baby. You wait until I tell you.” My eyes pop open. I’m already starting to pulse.
“Edge… I’m… I need you.”
“Say it,” he growls, biting my ear. His fingers are not letting up, and in a flash of fucking amazing bright light, my body spills over. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure makes me scream, “I love you.”
“That’s it. You come all over my hand.” He bends me forward and I feel his giant cock at my ass rubbing up and down my two holes.
“This ass is mine too. Just like my cunt, I’ll be the first in here too.”
“Jesus, Edge.” I reach back for him, amazed that the pain from the branding is gone, vanished.
“I’m gonna fuck my pussy, and this time you don’t come until I tell you.” Before I can say anything, he thrusts his cock inside me. It’s deep and hard and I never want him to leave me. My body is his. I’m his.
“Holy fuck.” I reach for him, my nails digging into his pants, which are now down to his hips. He pounds into me from behind.
“So good, Dolly… you make me feel so good.” His breathing is harsh as he pumps into me. His strong hand reaches for my hair as he jerks me up to his chest and shoves his fingers into my mouth.
“This is mine too, now suck.” I do. I suck and my tongue swirls around the two fingers he used to get me off.
“Edge?” It’s a whine and a whimper and he laughs.
“I feel your greedy pussy wanting to come. So. Fucking. Tight,” he grunts in my ear.
“Yes.” I’m almost breathless because I’m going to come. The pleasure is too much. I can’t stop myself, no matter how hard I try.
“Breathe, Dolly.”
I bite onto his fingers as I try not to come, but I’m spilling over, my core is clenching and pulsing. Edge takes his fingers out of my mouth and whispers, “Cum.”
I scream, “Than
k you,” as my body spasms on him. I come so hard I’m lightheaded. He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath. Just turns me and pushes me to my knees. His slick, giant cock is right in front of my mouth as I reach for him.
“Mine.” He reaches for my neck. His strong hand squeezes as my panic starts to rise.
“Dolly,” he hisses, and my eyes bolt to his. “This neck is mine.” His other hand jerks his slick cock. “Troy is gone. This neck belongs to me.” He squeezes more as I start to see white dots. “Now breathe.” He releases me as I gasp in a deep breath.
He lifts my chin. “No one will ever hurt you.” My eyes blink away the dots. The moonlight shines on his large, strong hands and I watch him jerk himself fast and rough.
“Yeah…” His body spasms and warm semen pulses out of him landing on my neck, my breasts, then he shoves the tip into my mouth.
“Suck,” he hisses. I do, swirling my tongue around his leaking tip, loving how I get to swallow the last of him.
Edge’s thumb rubs his cum into my neck. As I pop off his cock, he reaches for me, lifting me to his strong mouth.
“I love you,” he growls.
I’m reeling, covered in his jizz, and all I can think of is this is the best day of my life.
“I love you so much,” I gasp as he pulls my hair back out of his cum, the wet strands almost a cold brand on my back.
“I love you more, always have.” His voice is calm.
“You’re crazy.” My tears start to fall as his thumb rubs them away.
“Edge and Dolly,” I whisper into his mouth. “Forever…”
DOLLY
Thirty-one years old
“Dolly?” I blink at Edge, but he’s blurry and so far away. I hear music. It might be Mozart, though I’m not sure.
“Dolly, baby?” I can hear him but can’t see him. I must be dead.
“Dolly, wake the fuck up.” A loud clap makes me bolt up. Edge stands above me like a beautiful immortal. His legs braced apart, he stares down at me.
“Are we dead?” I grab the railing on the bed.
“Not yet.” He leans over me. “Although, you might wish we were when we get home.”
My eyes dart around. I’m lying on a hospital bed. “Oh God. Edge… I thought I killed you.” I reach for his wrists.
“Dolly, what is fucking wrong with you? Do you have any idea what you did?” he snarls as my eyes blur with tears.
“I… I thought—” There’s a knock on the door, which stops me from trying to defend myself. Edge straightens and I sit up as a doctor walks in followed by a woman with a bunch of papers.
“Oh good, she’s up.” He smiles at me. It’s a kind smile that makes me want to start sobbing and never stop. I hate when strangers are kind. I hate hospitals. It’s obvious that even now, I’m not over the attempted rape thing.
“So, my dear, we did a CBC on you and everything looks fine. I want you to follow up with your doctor in two days. Okay?” He smiles again and reminds me of what Santa Claus’s kid might look like. Medium height with a stocky build and an appearance that can only be described as jolly. Or maybe it’s the glasses he’s wearing? God, I need to get out of here before I lose it again.
“Ms. Dunghart?” I jump and Edge mumbles something that sounds like Christ.
“Yes?” I say, blinking at him.
He smiles again as if he wants to ask me if I’ve been a good girl this year. Instead he says, “Here are your discharge papers. And maybe take a yoga class.”
It’s coming. I’m going to lose it again… Yoga?
Thankfully Edge reaches for the papers. “Thank you.” He doesn’t even bother looking at me and scans the papers.
“So, she’s fine?” Edge looks up at the doctor who takes a small step back, and again, I want to burst out laughing. It’s better than crying… I think. God, what is wrong with me?
“She fainted, which is why I did blood work.” He looks over Edge’s shoulder to smile at me as if I’m not right in the head.
“All came back fine. My professional opinion is it’s stress.” Both he and the nurse glance down at the stab wound and he clears his throat. “Hence, why I suggested yoga.”
“Fine. Thank you. We’ll take that into consideration.” Edge seems to take over the room. It doesn’t matter who you are; you pale next to my man. With his striking hair and beautiful turquoise eyes, he’s my everything. I tried to do something unforgivable and yet he stands strong in front of me, taking care of me. Jesus, why did I try to slice off his penis?
I groan causing all three to look at me. “So, are you feeling better?”
I nod yes, not trusting myself to speak. Who knows what might fly out of my mouth. A confession of guilt most likely.
“How much is it?” Edge brings the room back to him.
“I have other patients. You both take care.” The doctor reaches out to shake his hand and pats me on the shoulder as the nurse steps up to hand him more paperwork.
“You don’t have insurance, right?” She smiles at him and I automatically hate her.
“No.” Edge pulls out his wallet giving her his credit card.
The wallet. Well, at least he has it.
“I’ll give this to the billing administrator and will be right back with your receipt.” The perky blond nurse takes the card and I swear to God her fingers touch Edge’s on purpose.
I have to close my eyes at what I’m turning into. This is not healthy; I can’t go insane every time a woman bats her eyelashes at Edge.
My head throbs as my mind spins back to earlier today and the pieces start to fall into place. Shit, under different circumstances, I might have reacted rationally.
“Can I get you some orange juice on the way back?” My eyes pop open and I’m about to say yes, when it becomes clear her question is for Edge.
He smiles and pulls a hand through his hair. “No. I’m fine.”
“Let me know if you need anything.” Her eyes dart to mine and my cheeks heat up.
“Don’t be too active for a week or so. Remember, that wound is deep and you don’t want to split it open. So, nothing too rigorous for you.” She cocks her head so that she can have his full attention and I feel like I’m the imposter. As if I’m witnessing a moment between them.
I’m going to puke. I’m definitely not right.
“Trust me, I’ve had worse,” Edge mumbles as I look up into his blue eyes.
“Well, you take care of yourself. Make sure you keep it—”
“Thanks, we got it,” I snap at her. Her eyes narrow on me. It’s as if she only now figured out I’m here.
“O-kay, I’ll be right back.” She swishes past him, her ponytail swinging as she walks out of the room. And all I visualize is taking my scissors and chopping that swishy ponytail right off.
“Stop,” he says, almost as if he can read my mind. Which I hate.
Sighing I turn toward him. “Thank God I didn’t kill you. For a second—”
“Are you happy?” He leans over me, both hands on the hospital bed, caging me in. Edge likes to cage me. Asshole.
“No. I thought I killed you. I’m hysterical.” I try to hop off the bed.
Of course, I can’t because his hard body stops me. All I want to do is wrap my hands around his neck and beg for forgiveness, but his next words make that impossible.
“You fucking tried to slice my cock off. I should…” He closes his eyes as if he needs a second, and for some fucked-up reason, I’m wet all of a sudden.
Someone knocks on the door and I’m ready to glare at the nurse again, but two police officers saunter in. My mind freezes with fright. They’re coming for me and this time there are two. That can’t be good. I’m fucking doomed.
Wait, Edge is alive. Am I still doomed?
“I’m Officer Border and this is Officer Richards. We need to have a word with you and Ms. Dunghart.” They stand eyeing us, but one’s resting his hand on his holster.
“My friends? Is everything okay?” I stand up.
Edge reaches for my cold hand and it’s like we are six again and he’s my strength.
“I got on a few minutes ago. What friends are you talking about?” The officer who introduced himself as Border raises an eyebrow at me.
“All questions need to go through my lawyer.” Edge’s voice is strong.
The two policemen look at me. “That’s fine. We are here for Ms. Dunghart.” My heart is beating so fast that I wonder if they can hear it.
“Well, since she’s my old lady, the same goes for her. Our lawyer needs to be present.”
At last, the officer whose hand is on his holster speaks. “So, you two are married? It’s legal?”
“We will answer all questions with our lawyer present.” Edge stares at them.
“Well, let me make it easy for both of you.” He looks at Edge. “Crystal Bernard has charged your wife with battery.” He isn’t buying the wife part, and did he say Crystal is going against the club?
“That’s a lie.” Edge’s voice ping-pongs around the room.
“I hope so. Otherwise, that stab wound you have can be used as evidence that Dolores Dunghart tried to murder you and Crystal Bernard.” He doesn’t blink and rattles this off as if he’s bored. Instead, my whole life is crumbling.
“That’s attempted murder,” he says it like we’re stupid.
“What?” I croak, blinking at them several times as I try not to start wheezing. Edge could tell the truth and I would go to jail. I should go to jail; in a moment of insanity I did 100 percent try to cut off his penis.
“Crystal is lying and on drugs.” His voice sounds menacing even to me.
“So, she didn’t stab you?”
“She did not. Write this down. My wife was at her salon when I tripped on the knife.”
The room gets quiet save for the beeps outside and the other cop’s radio.
“You’re legally married?” Officer Richards looks at me. I go to speak but Edge does it for me.
“Yes.”
And I might pass out again. “Is this true?” The cop turns to me, his eyes traveling up and down my face.
“Yes.” It’s raspy but clear.
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