UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,48

make the rules?” I ask.

She tilts her head back, wrinkling her nose as she looks up at me, her gaze firm without a hint of fear or intimidation in sight. She’s a tough bitch. Tougher than I initially thought, tougher than I can probably even imagine.

“Yeah, I do. At least when they come to me. You can do whatever you want, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll be here for you to abuse and treat like shit. I left my father’s house for a reason.”

I see red, nothing but the color red as anger flows through my veins causing them to burn like fire. Instead of reaching for her, slapping the shit out of her and dragging her back to my room before I promptly lock her away for the next month so that she can’t leave and won’t spread those pretty thighs for anyone else, I take a step back.

I inhale deeply before I let it out with a long exhale. It doesn’t work. It’s not calming and I’m still fucking pissed. Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair, then down my face as I tug on the short hair of my beard.

“You’re mine, Leighton. Never had anything like this before. You can’t leave. I won’t let you.”

She arches a brow, licking her lips before she presses them together. I watch as she rolls them around, then finally she speaks.

“Don’t treat me like shit, Mountain. Don’t treat me the way my father did, the way the men he gave me to did. I didn’t like it then and I sure as hell don’t like it now.”

“Yeah? Treat you like what, mi reina? You gotta tell me.”

LEIGHTON

Pinching my eyes closed, I inhale a deep breath then let it out on an exhale. This fucking asshole. I don’t want to tell him a damn thing, nothing. He already knows more than anyone else in this world about me, and here he is demanding even more.

I hate it.

“Like I’m a sex toy. Like I’m some blowup doll to use and abuse as you see fit. To pass to your friends, to play with and torture just to fill some sick fantasy you have. I ran away from that for a reason, and I am not going to allow it again.”

Mountain lifts his hand, cupping my cheek, all of that anger that I watched fill his eyes and his body, it immediately leaves. “You’re not anyone’s toy, Leighton.”

“Oh yeah?” I snap.

He chuckles. “Maybe a little bit mine, but that’s mutually beneficial. I’m not sharing you, not passing you to anyone. I’m going to keep you.”

His words, they’re almost sweet, especially when he says them all soft like he is right now. However, they’re terrifying—every single one of them. To own, to keep, to possess. It doesn’t matter what words you use, it’s control, and I’m not sure I want to be controlled ever again.

“Babe,” he chuckles. I blink, groaning because I’ve just said my thoughts aloud. “You’ll see. Being owned by me, being part of this club and this life, it’s nothing like you’re thinking. Don’t run away from me the moment I walk out the door.”

“Is your dick going to fall into some other woman the moment you walk out the door?” I ask.

He doesn’t even try to hide his laughter. He throws his head back, his body shaking as he full-on belly laughs at my question. Shaking his head, his eyes find mine and for the first time in this entire conversation, they’re dancing.

“I’ll always be honest with you, Leighton.”

“I’m not sure I like that response.”

He hums, dipping his chin before his lips brush mine. “Might not like it, but it’s the truth. I’ll be honest with you, always, babe. There’s no guessing with me.”

“I’ll be here when you get back,” I breathe against his lips.

His tongue sneaks out and he tastes my bottom lip. “You gonna fuck anyone else?”

I hate his question because I wasn’t going to do that anyway. He will though, I’m certain of it. “No, I won’t,” I whisper. “But you will.”

He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t try to promise me a single fucking thing. Instead, he fills my mouth with his tongue and tastes me. He doesn’t even have to verbally lay claim to me, because he already owns me and I hate it. Every single part of it, but just in a couple of days, this man has completely taken ownership of me.

When he breaks the kiss, we’re both breathing heavily, his