Chapter 23

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

DILLION

At least the night is busy, so busy that I can avoid… everything. My mind doesn’t have even a moment to think about the kidnapping. Which is amazing. When the men start to filter out of the gambling house and I begin cleaning up, it hits me.

My knees buckle as I sink into the cushion of one of the chairs. Lifting my hand to my throat, I try to breathe. I close my eyes and pinch them as I tell myself to breathe in and out.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

At a noise at the door, my eyes open. Turning my head, I look over to see a dark shadow standing in the doorway. I almost scream, but the sound is lost because my voice is completely gone. My body is frozen in terror as I stare straight ahead.

That shadow begins to move toward me. He strides in my direction, and once he’s a few feet away, my eyes adjust and send the signal to my brain of who is walking toward me. My breath hitches at the sight of him.

Hope fills me, and then, almost in the same breath, so does anger.

Betrayal and anger.

“The fuck, baby?”

Jumping to my feet, I straighten my spine and stare at him, narrowing my eyes as I do. My fear escapes me completely. I take a step toward him, then another, and place my palms on his chest and push.

He grunts, stumbling backward a few feet, but stays upright, although I notice how his arm wraps around his waist. “The fuck?” he asks again.

“The fuck is absolutely right,” I snap. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

This man has the nerve to look at me with confusion. He’s seriously not sure what the hell I’m saying to him. Like he’s shocked that I’m speaking to him this way and not wrapping my arms around him in a huge hug.

Before he can open his mouth, I continue speaking. “I’ll tell you what you are. A liar.”

“A liar?” he asks, his cheeks turning red.

He has the fucking audacity to act pissed off that I called him a liar. Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare at him, narrowing my eyes to slits before I lean forward. “I know you’re my secret lover, Humble. I know that you lied to me, pretending you weren’t. I know you’re a fucking asshole.”

Humble smirks. “Baby, I never said I wasn’t an asshole,” he murmurs.

I almost laugh in his face. “Well, I’m glad you’re owning that, but you left out the part where you think that you own me, too. So I am just a game to you.”

My chest puffs up as I inhale a deep breath and hold it for a moment. I’m trembling. I’m so angry. I want to scream and cry. I want to turn and run. I want him to tell me that none of it is true. I want him to tell me that he fell in love with me at first sight and that this was all just a huge misunderstanding.

But it isn’t.

I can see it in his eyes.

“You do not own me, Humble,” I whisper. “Nobody does.”

The moment he snaps, the second he’s sick of hearing me talk, he moves toward me.

It only takes one step.

One lift of his arm.

He wraps his arm around my waist and hauls me against his chest. I place my hands between us against his chest, and I try to push him away, but he anticipates it.

He doesn’t freaking move. He’s rock solid.

“You done?” he asks.

“No. No, I’m not done.”

He snorts out a laugh, then dips his chin and touches his lips to mine. I try to push him away again, even as my lips part and I open for him. He reaches down, wrapping his fingers around my hips as he grips my skirt, shimmying it up to my waist.

Then his hand dives between my legs, hooking the center of my panties before he shoves them over and buries two fingers inside me. I gasp against his lips.

His tongue continues to taste me.

Consume me.

Own me.

As much as I despise it, I want to tell him that I need him. I want to beg him to touch me. I want him to tell me that I am wrong, that none of it happened the way I think it did, but he’s not saying anything. He’s not denying a damn thing, and that’s when I know it’s all true.

He thinks he owns me. He was my secret lover and pretended he wasn’t. Like he was meeting me for the first time. He lied to me.

He is a liar.

I am so angry at him right now, but when his fingers move inside of me, I’m weak for him, too. I close my eyes as my head falls backward, my lips parting as I let out a heavy sigh. His fingers move, then his knuckle swirls my clit before he slips his fingers inside of me again.

“Dillion,” he growls.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” I say, my voice coming out in pants.

He chuckles. “It means everything, baby.”

Then he slips his fingers from my body, and before I realize what’s happening, he picks me up and sets the edge of my ass on the table, then slams inside of me.

Hard.

He doesn’t give me even a moment to adjust to his intrusion. He fucks me hard and fast, his eyes focused on mine and never looking anywhere else. There is nobody else in this world right now. In fact, I think the world fades away.

I grip his shoulders. I try to look away from him, but I can’t. There is nobody else on this whole planet for me but this man, and I hate that. My eyes water, tears filling them.

They roll down my temples as I stare up at him. He moves inside of me, and every thrust is better than the last. It fills me with hope… stupid, stupid, stupid hope. And then he kisses me, and I come.

CLINK

Burying my cock deep inside of her, I look into her eyes as I come. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers and give her as soft and gentle of a kiss as I can before I rest my forehead against hers.

“Baby,” I exhale, “you’re real pissed, and I get it, but you could have just come to me and asked me what was happening.”

Her eyes widen, then narrow. She pushes against my chest again. Letting out an oomph, I stand and stumble backward. My side feels like it’s getting stabbed all over again.

Tugging my jeans up, I button and zip up my fly. She stands, pushing her skirt down and straightening it.

“I was used and lied to. I was kidnapped, and now you think I should have come to you about it? Again, after I was kidnapped. So, forgive me if I decide that I don’t give a shit what you have to say about any of it. I’m done, Humble.”

It’s cute that she thinks she has a say in any of this shit. She absolutely does not. Her brother fucked up her free will the moment he fucked me over and betrayed the club. I don’t tell her that, though. She would probably have a serious problem with it, and right now, I can tell she’s on the edge.

I wanted to avoid all this shit by making her fall for me and keeping her that way. I hoped she never fucking found out about any of it. I inhale a deep breath then let it out slowly.

“I was stabbed and couldn’t get to you. I fucking hate that shit. That I couldn’t protect you the way I should have. That those fuckers got to you and took you. That they could have seriously hurt you.”

She shakes her head once, then closes her eyes slowly before she reopens them. “You are a liar, Humble. Sure, being kidnapped was scary, but finding out that you came to my house at night because of some beef with my brother, that you think you own me because of whatever the hell you guys had, and then lying to me about it over and over. I belong to nobody but myself.”

In an instant, rage fills my bloodstream and pumps throughout my entire body. I should turn around and walk away and calm down, but I don’t. I’m honestly afraid that if I walk away, she’ll disappear again, this time of her own free will.

And I can’t have that.

“Call me a liar again, Dillion.”

She leans forward, her gaze focused on mine and only mine. “Liar,” she whispers. “You’re a filthy fucking liar.”

I move toward her as my patience and control completely fucking snap. I know I have no goddamn reason to lose any kind of control or patience when it comes to her. It’s not her fault, and she’s right. I am a liar. I just don’t want to be fucking called out on it.

I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat and squeeze. She lifts her hands, her fingers gripping my wrists as she claws at me. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers before I speak.

“Call me a liar again,” I hiss against her mouth.

“You’re a filthy liar, Humble. You’ve done nothing but lie to me.”

Growling, I lean forward and brush my lips against hers in a kiss. “Baby, you’re mine. I only kept shit from you because I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” she asks, pushing away from me.

I don’t let her go, though. Instead, I squeeze her throat tighter. And tighter. Her eyes widen, and I know I’m choking her, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I’m too pissed off… but more at myself than anyone else.

“Hurt you, mind, body, or soul. Now we’re going home.”

Releasing her throat, I wrap my hand around hers and tug her behind me, or rather drag her. She doesn’t protest, at least not in the bar. Kyle watches us leave, and I can tell her look is one of concern, but I don’t give a fuck about that, either.

Once we make it out to the parking lot, I walk over to her car, where Wackie is standing guard. Dillion pulls her hand from my grasp as soon as we arrive at the side of her car. She turns to me, her eyes angry and full of fire.

It’s hot as fuck.

She’s hot as fuck.

“I’m not doing this, Humble,” she hisses, leaning forward.

“Doing what?” I ask, crossing my arms across my chest with a smirk on my lips.

She tilts her head back slightly so she can look into my eyes. “This,” she whispers, lifting her hand as she waves around.

“My house is for sale, and I’m leaving. I am not your property. I’m nobody's property. I don’t want any of this. I didn’t want it when I was little. I left the Southern Mafia for a reason. I don’t want it now. I’m never going to want it. I’m not their property, and I’m not yours.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Baby, my cock is still wet with your cum. I think it’s safe to say you’re mine.”

She shakes her head, lifting her hand as she cups my cheek. She’s trying to let me down gently, but she won’t be able to. Even if I let her walk away from me here, I’m going to be coming to her tonight and staying with her.

Dillion belongs to me.

Even if she doesn’t want to admit it yet.