Wrath (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #7) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,18

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