UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,55
I have to do is grab it and go. Taking a quick shower, I dry off and dress before I go back into the bedroom.
Opening the bathroom door, I look at Leighton again. She’s got her hands in a prayer position beneath her cheek as she lies on her side. I can see the bruises forming on her neck from my fingers and I know that if I tugged her hands from beneath her cheek, I would see bruising on her wrists as well.
If I pulled the thin sheet down, I would see more finger and mouth bruising on her tits, her waist, her hips, and her thighs. She’s littered with them. There is no mistaking that she belongs to me. She’ll be aching for a few days, but eventually the bruising will fade and hopefully by then, I’ll be back to give her more.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her, I tuck her hair behind her ear. Leighton’s eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me, her lips curve up into a small smile before they press in a straight line and her brows furrow.
“You’re leaving,” she whispers.
I nod my head. “I am. You’re safe here, babe,” I say, repeating myself for the millionth time not only for her benefit but for my own as well.
She doesn’t respond right away, instead, her eyes just search my own. “I’ll call you. Left you my phone on the nightstand. I got a burner I take on long runs like this just in case I need to ditch my shit.”
“Will you really call me?” she asks.
I hate that she’s so insecure, but I can’t really blame her, it’s not like I’m giving her much security. Not yet at least. When I come home, I don’t think I’m going to have much of a choice. I’m going to need to officially claim her, especially if I need to keep her safe and part of the club. I need to give her the security that she not only craves, but she needs the safety.
“I will, mi reina,” I rasp.
I’m not sure if it’s a lie, yet. Most likely it is. I’m not really a call and text kind of guy. I’m a show up in the middle of the night kind of guy, a fuck you until you scream kind of guy, but texting and calling? I’ve never really done that before.
Her lips curve up into a big smile as she pushes up, straightening her arms. The sheet falls from her body, exposing her tits for me. A quick glance down and she looks exactly how I imagined. My teeth marks, my fingerprints, they cover her fleshy tits, decorating them beautifully.
Lifting my hand, I reach across and cup her tit, careful not to squeeze too hard. Running my thumb across her nipple, she lets out a sigh which causes my cock to twitch, but I don’t have time to take her again, no matter how badly I want it.
“I have to leave. You’ll be safe here,” I murmur, my eyes focused on her nipple hardening beneath my touch.
“Wilder,” she whispers.
Lifting my eyes, I look up at her. Her lips are smiling, her eyelids are lowered as she looks at me through her lashes, desire flashing across her features. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t beg me to stay or to touch her.
I watch as she opens and closes her mouth, but instead of speaking she pushes up and touches her mouth to mine. She slides her tongue between my lips. I allow her to control the kiss for just a breath or two before I take over.
Lifting my hand, I cup the back of her head, holding her still as I tilt my head to the side and take over. She whimpers as soon as I begin to explore her mouth, demanding, showing her no mercy.
Slowly, I break the kiss, knowing that I need to leave, even though everything is screaming for me to stay right here with her.
Touching my forehead to hers, I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath before I release it and my hand on the back of her head, standing with a shake of my head.
“Be good, mujer.”
Turning my back to her, I start to walk toward the door, stopping with a bend of my knees to pick up the duffel bag.
“Wilder?” she calls out. Looking over my shoulder at her, I arch a brow, waiting for her to speak. “You be good, too.”