Wrath (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #7) - Dani Wyatt Page 0,23

to make them pay. Believe me, anyone that would put you in danger like that is going to learn the meaning of my nickname.”

I let go of her mouth and she raises her voice. “What the fu—”

Clasping my hand back over her mouth to silence her, I can’t help the grin that spreads over my own face as she struggles a little against me. It’s fucking cute, and it only makes me want her more. “Quiet, little girl, you want to wake the whole household?”

I see the resignation in her eyes and she nods her compliance, so I let go.

“What are you doing here?” She whispers. “You need to leave, right now, or I’m going to call the cops. You know you can’t be here.”

“I belong here.” It’s all I can manage before I’ve got her naked, my mouth between her legs and she’s covering her own mouth to keep from waking the dead.

Once she’s panting and practically clawing my clothes off, I flip her over and get her on the floor so the bad bed doesn’t put a dent in the wall and drive into her, giving her my fury and my love all in the form of my needy, obsessed dick until we fall into a heap on the floor.

I get her settled into bed after a few minutes, snuggle next to her until she’s breathing low and even. I have shit to take care of, so I leave her a note, telling her I had an emergency, but I’m coming back for her. That I’ll always come back for her then I slip out of the window getting my phone out to make some calls and get things set up for what I know is coming.

10 | Kristina

My headache is back as I carry the eight plastic bags of groceries into the house, hearing my mother’s voice in my head chastising me for forgetting to bring the re-usable bags with me when I left.

I can’t think. I can still feel the soreness from the fucking Wrath gave me last night. It was part pleasure, but it was more.

I’m ashamed that I enjoyed the darkness and his force more than I could have imagined. After all, I’m an intelligent, independent woman. How could I enjoy a man that covered my mouth, basically told me what was about to happen and in the end let it?

Even when I was fighting him, I knew it was a bit of a game. I liked the fight. I hate myself for it, but it’s true. I loved when he pinned me down, the way he pushed between my legs and before I knew it he was inside of me.

The gentleness of our first time at his house was gone. He was fucking me. Pure and simple. Using me for his pleasure, and to prove a point.

I belonged to him. He didn’t even need to tell me, I knew it the first time he kissed me.

I let out a heavy breath as I put the milk and eggs in the refrigerator, then unpack the rest of the bags on the counter and get warm as I move, each step reminding me of the beast-sized cock Wrath knows how to use so well.

I’m putting my blueberry frozen waffles in the freezer and feeling my panties getting wet as I replay last night in my mind when a loud voice makes me slam the door shut and practically jump out of my sandals.

“What the hell is this?” Rage once again reddens my father’s face as I stare at the black leather vest he’s holding up, along with an unfolded piece of paper I recognize from the light green and pink lined pad on the desk in my bedroom.

“I—” I start looking at the vest, then at my father. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? We both know what it is. Don’t play dumb, Kristina, we both know you are far from dumb.”

“I mean, I know what it is, I don’t know why you have it...”

“It was under your bed.”

“What were you doing under my bed?”

“You’ve not been acting like yourself. I was looking for clues. Maybe you’re on drugs. I don’t know. And this?” He holds up the piece of paper, turning it toward me, and I see the thick letters written in black pen. I can’t make out the words because my father’s hand is shaking so violently, but I can see the signature.

Love, Wrath

“I don’t know what it says.” I bark back. “You seem