She turns, her eyes are watery like she’s going to cry, staring at me like I just said words of gold. Shit, I hate it when chicks cry. I need to set her straight on what I am, what we are, before she thinks I’m some Romeo.
“What did you expect, Dani? When Candy told you a fraction of the man I am, you went running for the fucking hills. I’m the fucking Sargent-At-Arms of the Devil's Dust Motorcycle Club. I’m a murderer, an outlaw, a fucking beast. There are no white picket fences and Sunday brunches on this side.” I stare her in the eyes as deeply as I can. I want her to know I’m no fucking Prince Charming, not even close. This is the man I am; if she wants me, this is who she gets. There is no changing me to some Mr. Perfect.
Her eyes darken. “Ah, I get it. You think the same thing as that bitch out there; that I don’t belong here,” she says, snidely.
I can tell her exactly what she wants to hear, that I never thought that, but I would be fucking lying.
“At first I didn’t believe you belonged here, no. I thought that you were some stuck-up bitch; one that I wanted to fuck into her place.” Her eyes widen with shock. “But then I got to know you a little better; and now, after that little charade in there...” I point through the wall to where she just beat Candy’s ass moments before, “... I know you have Devil's Dust Blood in you, and I think you know it, too.
“I saw the ferocious woman in you finally escape tonight; the woman your mother has been scared shit-less to let out. You are your father’s daughter, no doubt,” I chuckle. Watching Dani let loose on Candy was like letting a caged tiger out into the wild. Its primal instincts kick in, and it is where it belongs.
She wipes a tear from her face, letting her hands fall to her side. She’s no longer trying to shield herself, maybe I haven’t fucked this up.
I walk up to her and grab her hands in both of mine, I don't know, isn’t that suppose be romantic or some shit?
“I have never done this before, so be warned. I’m going to be a shitty romantic, and you’re going to be pissed off at me more than you actually like me. If we do decide to go forward, you are mine! I own you, do you understand?” I tuck my finger under her chin making her look at me. “I won’t let you go, and I sure as hell won’t let you go back to New York.” I lean in and kiss the scratches on her face. I have never hit a woman before but after seeing the scratches on Dani’s beautiful face, I want to bitch-slap Candy, I want to fucking beat the shit out of her mother for her neglect. I want to protect Dani from everything bad.
Dani’s green eyes pierce mine, as she nods her head. “Say it, Dani. Say you're mine and you understand.”
“I’m yours and I understand.” Her voice is so quiet it makes me nervous. Then again, this whole thing makes me nervous.
I dive in and bite her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth before demanding entry with my tongue. My cock, that was already hard from all the tits and ass being thrown around the club, throbs against my jeans, screaming to be released. The back and forth between Dani and I, has given me horrendous blue balls on more than one occasion.
She pulls away, placing both her hands on my chest and looks down. I can tell she is over-thinking something. “What is it, Dani?” I pull her chin up, her skin is so silky and soft against my rough fingers. I bet telling her I own her has her rethinking everything.
“You're mine too, right? No more Candy, or other girls?” She’s so damn cute. I guess she has point. I can’t ask her to only be mine and fuck around on her. I know brothers do this; mattress hopping isn’t uncommon in the club, but I just can’t see myself doing it to Dani, she’s different.