Mykel (King's Descendants MC #3) - Bella Jewel Page 0,27
hear Mykel tell me it won’t be happening again makes me feel a kind of shame I’ve not experienced in my short life. Not only does he not like me, he doesn’t enjoy fucking me either.
My cheeks burn and I look away, horrified that I’m unable to control my body’s responses.
My fingers clench into my palms and my body prickles all over. I swallow down the embarrassment lodged in my throat as I recall the events of last night, and how I grabbed his cock and practically begged for it to be put inside me. Did I bring on that fuck? A fuck he didn’t want but just took for nothing more than release?
I feel like an idiot.
An absolute idiot.
“You’ve gotten your message through loud and clear,” I say, my voice a little shaky. I can’t stop it, so I don’t even bother. “I was a quick fuck and you used me to get your relief. Believe me when I say it won’t be happening again either . . .”
I turn and walk away, my whole body prickling. Mykel calls my name, but I don’t look back.
I just want this to be over with now. I need it all to stop, so I can go back to my life and forget this club and everything I’ve had to face here.
Life will go back to normal when this is over, so right now I need to focus on getting it sorted as quickly as I can.
If that means I seduce Dax and make him tell me what I want, then so be it.
I’ll do whatever the hell I have to do just to make sure I never feel this way again.
THE NEXT DAY AND NIGHT pass without any sexy trysts or issues. When we return home, I throw myself into working on a plan to get Dax to tell me anything I can use to bring him and the entire operation down. I figure I can seduce him without having to sleep with him, and that should be enough to get him to let me in and spill some of the details we need. If he has feelings for me, which I’m certain he does, it shouldn’t be too hard.
Do I feel bad about using someone knowing they have feelings for me?
Nope.
Not right now.
Right now, I want to get the hell out of this town.
My phone rings just as I’m unpacking my things to put in the washing machine, and it’s Zariah. No doubt she’s checked in with Alarick and is wanting to see how I am. I don’t really want to talk to her right now, or anyone for that matter, but I know she’s not going to stop calling until I answer, so I pick up the phone.
“Hey sis,” I say, trying to make my voice sound chipper. It sounds fake even to me.
“What went on out there, Waverly?” she asks immediately, her voice stern.
“Nothing for you to worry about. There was one bad night. We sorted it out and things went smoothly after it.”
“You got drugged! Why didn’t you call me?”
“I lost my phone.”
“You got a new number, and texted it to me. You could have called or at least sent a more detailed message.”
She’s right; I could have.
I chose not to.
“You’re right, but honestly . . . I just didn’t want to talk to anyone. It was a long night and I was really embarrassed by the things I said and did. But I’m okay now.”
“Did Dax do something to you? Drug you? I swear to god, Waverly, I’ll kill him if he did.”
I laugh. “You’re way too badass sometimes. Honestly, I’m fine. He didn’t drug me; it was another girl he had there. He was actually good to me and made sure I was okay. I promise you I’m not hurt.”
Not physically, at least.
My pride, however . . .
“Okay, but you have to be careful. It’s already a dangerous group you’re hanging out with without other girls messing with you. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you. Alarick said some of the club members want you pulled out; they think it’s way too unsafe. What are your thoughts on that?”
“I’m not quitting now. You all put me in there for a reason. We all knew the risks. I’m in there and I’m going to find out what we need. I’m not giving this up, Zariah. So the club can back off on that one.”
“Yeah, listen, I agree, but you need to be extra vigilant