“Don’t try and act like you don’t want me,” he taunts, nipping my ear roughly.
I huff and try to pull from his grip, but it’s no use; he’s too strong.
“Maybe I should remind you what it’s like to be with a real man,” he says, trailing his tongue up the edge of my ear, leaving a moist trail. His other hand plays with the elastic of my white-lace panties, causing them to wet with arousal. His alpha-male ways have me blistering with rage, but more than anything, I want him to throw me onto the floor and lay claim to my body, which has me even angrier. Why can’t I escape the ravenous hold Shadow has on me? Don’t I deserve better? I deserve some Prince Charming you read about in books growing up.
He roughly cups my breast with his free hand, making me sigh. His touch is like an old flame, and it ignites my arousal without my submission. My body hums with fear but warms with his touch.
I bite my cheek and hold my breath, trying to rein in my sigh and moan of lust.
“You and I both know you’ll never escape my hell.” Shadow pushes his groin into my ass, making me moan slightly.
I swallow the lump forming in my throat from my heavy breathing. “I’ll find a way,” I whisper.
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Shadow hisses, the sound of his rough voice makes me clench my thighs together tightly.
“ It won’t be with Parker. I can assure you that,” he scoffs. “Prince Charming likes to find drunk girls at bars and push them in backseats of his car. I’m not entirely sure if that poor girl was consenting or not,” he says in my ear. My body, warm from Shadow’s touch, now cools. Parker wouldn’t do something like that; Shadow is lying.
“You lie,” I snarl under my breath.
“Believe what you like.” He shrugs, pulling my head to the side by my hair. “But believe this, you are mine.” His tone is promising and threatening, yet comforting.
Giving in, Shadow pushes me forward.
“How many other men have you been with?” he questions, walking into the kitchen with his shoulders squared and body puffed out. His blue eyes shimmer in the dark room as he passes the lamp, giving him a look of a fearsome animal ready to dismantle its prey.
“Excuse me?” I hedge, humiliated.
“You heard me. You sleep with that guy?” He digs his talons into me.
“None of your fucking business,” I retort.
“Oh, but it is.” He grins a smile so devilish it makes my body shiver.
My head turns when knocking sounds at the door. Curious who would be knocking at this late hour, I walk over and open it. Two half-naked chicks stand at the door with a distasteful expression on their faces. One is a blonde with her hair braided into pigtails, wearing a peacock-colored skirt with a green tube top. The other is a curly redhead with a pink skirt and pink, low-cut tank top.
I turn and cock my head to the side. “Friends of yours?” I ask Shadow, my voice tongue in cheek.
“Shadow, baby,” one of the girls coos walking into the apartment, uninvited.
“Girls!” Shadow says excitedly, his eyes never leaving mine. I don’t even try to hide the hurt in my eyes. Instead, I stare into his vindictive blue eyes and show him the damage he is causing. I look at the girls, eyeing me as if I’m the one out of place. I give Shadow one last look before making my way toward my room.
Once in, I slam the door and slide to the floor. I hear the girls giggle and laughing as I try to hide my sobs with the back of my hand. The sound of myself makes me ill. Why does Shadow make me so damn weak?
I deserve this. I was warned of the life the club lived. I created this Hell which is now my own.
SHADOW
I stare at Bobby’s door, the door that bars the girl I want to be with but am conflicted to be with. Hearing she was with another man has me thinking unthinkable things. I want to kill someone; I want to brand Dani so everyone in the world knows she’s mine. Yet somehow, I still feel the need to keep her at arm’s length. I shake my head, pissed I did this to myself. I had a code, rules I lived by religiously to make sure I never felt like this but Dani slipped her way in with her innocence and underlying defiance, making me feel like I could be normal, could trust and love someone. I scoff at myself. Trust. Love. Listen to me; I sound fucking weak. I close my eyes and drag my hands through my hair. Weak is what I have become, though. Dani’s love is like a plague, killing me slowly, making me powerless. Making me think irrationally, giving me false hope of what could be. It’s poison.