Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Nevaeh

T hey say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and maybe it would have if he’d stayed the fuck away from me. Yet here he is, hours later, and all it’s made me want to do is maim the asshole.

“Now, Cupcake, you don’t want to hurt me. Put the knife down.”

“Hmm… Let me think about that… Nope, I don’t think I will. I think you need to take me home before I pull a Lorena Bobbitt on you.”

“You might hate me right now, but you like my dick, so maybe aim for my heart instead.”

“I would if I thought you had one,” I snap.

“Ouch, that hurts, baby. You wound me.” He covers his heart with his hand and grins as a boom of thunder makes me jump.

“It’s not funny. I’m mad, Havoc. So beyond mad, mad doesn’t even come close to how mad I am.”

He takes a step closer, his expression softening. “I get it, Cupcake. And you’ve got every right to be pissed at me. What I did was fucked up.”

I relax a little. “So you’ll take me home?”

“I never planned to keep you here forever.” He chuckles. “Just long enough for you to fall in love with me. But now I know I’ll have to try something else.”

Finally, I let out a sigh of relief and drop the knife, letting it crash to the floor before I accidentally cut myself with the damn thing. He picks it up and takes it back to the kitchen, dropping it into the sink.

“I’ll just run upstairs to grab a hoodie or something to wear home.”

“It’s late and it’s raining again. It’s best if we stay here tonight.”

I open my mouth to protest, but he slips off his cut and places it over the arm of the couch.

“The storm is rolling in and I’m exhausted after the last couple of days. I’d never forgive myself if I had an accident and hurt you or someone else.”

“Fine.” I sigh, lifting my hand and pointing my finger at him. “But we’re leaving tomorrow, Havoc. No excuses.”

I spin around, stomp upstairs to the bedroom, and climb into bed. I’d been tossing fitfully when I heard his bike pull up, jumping at every noise or creak the house made. When Havoc walks up and starts getting undressed, I pull the covers up to my chin and tuck them tight around me.

“You can sleep on the couch,” I mutter.

He doesn’t reply, but I know he heard me. So, I’m not surprised when he ignores me and climbs in behind me, pulling me back into him.

“This isn’t the couch, Havoc.”

“I sleep with my woman.” He buries his face in my hair and sighs, content.

“I am not your woman.”

“Yet,” he murmurs.

The rain lashes against the windows as I stare at the alarm clock beside the bed and watch as the numbers change from 1:32 to 1:33, then from 1:34 to 1:35. The last twenty-four hours have felt like they were a month long. Part of me wonders if I died in a plane crash on the way to London, and this is all some twisted version of the afterlife. I shift slightly, and his arms tighten around me.

Eventually, his arms loosen, and I know he’s asleep. Even though I can pull away now, I stay where I am, trying to figure out exactly where things started to go wrong. After an hour of replaying everything in my mind, it all comes back to one person:

Hoops.

The stupid prospect that got me drunk. If it weren’t for him, I’d still be living my quiet little life as Amity’s sidekick, slowly building up the courage to stand up to my dad. But now, because of that man and his stupidly delicious drinks, I’m no longer a virgin, and I’ve lost most of my self-respect.

The question is: where do I go from here?

What Havoc’s proposing is ridiculous. Once he comes to his senses, he’ll move on to someone more suitable. I’m okay with that, but I won’t be if this goes on much longer. The longer it does, the more I worry that I’ll fall for him, only for him to break my heart. And I’ve had enough heartbreak to last a lifetime.

With my mind racing, and panic flooding my system, I ease out of bed and head downstairs. I flick the light on above the stove so I don’t wake up Havoc but freeze when I see his bike keys on the counter. I look up at the bedroom. He told me he’d take me home in the morning, but something tells me it won’t be quite that easy.

Sliding my sneakers on, I grab the keys and open the door, wincing when it creaks. I pause, listening for Havoc’s footsteps, but when I don’t hear them, I slip outside into the rain and carefully close the door behind me.

The rain soaks me before I’ve taken more than a few steps, the sound of everything else is drowned out under the onslaught of the storm. I have no business being outside in this weather wearing next to nothing but I have to get out of here, even if some part of me rejects the idea.

I make my way down the front steps, tripping on the bottom one and nearly face-planting. The rain is one thing, but the lack of streetlights makes everything ten times worse.

Once I’ve righted myself, I slowly head toward the bike, praying I don’t step on a snake or something. Now that I’ve considered that possibility, I can’t unthink it.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I reach out and feel the bike under my palm. But then doubt creeps in. There’s no way I can ride this thing. My legs aren’t long enough to keep it balanced, and it’s too noisy. I’d have to wheel it in the dark, far enough away from the cabin, so Havoc doesn’t hear me. Let’s not forget that I’m not dressed to ride and soaked to the bone.

I tap my chin, trying to come up with a plan.

“Stealing someone’s bike is a criminal offense.”

I jump at the sound of Havoc shouting, letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a dying cat and a mating dolphin as my heart tries to beat out of my chest.

“So is kidnapping but I wasn’t stealing it anyway,” I lie.

“My mistake. What were you doing then?”

“Admiring it?” It comes out more like a question than I meant it to.

“In the dark?”

“I like the way the moonlight catches it,” I tell him, grimacing when I realize it’s too cloudy for any moonlight.

“In the rain?”

“It looks pretty when it’s wet.” Lord I made myself cringe with that one.

I sense him move, but he’s quiet—far too quiet for a guy his size to be. I curse when I feel his hand on mine, taking the keys from me. A moment later, his hands are on my T-shirt, pulling it off over my head. I went to bed braless, and now my breasts are completely exposed to the night air.

“What the hell are you doing?” I demand, instinctively lifting my hands to cover my chest, but he grabs my wrists, pinning them at my sides.

“Admiring you in the moonlight, you look so pretty when you’re wet,” he teases, his voice low and playful before his mouth is on my nipple.

I gasp, squirming against his hold as heat floods my body. The rain pelts down on us, cooling my overheated skin, making me shiver, but I ignore it as he sucks and bites the sensitive bud. When he lets go of my wrists, my hands go to his head, tangling in his wet hair as he moves on to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention as the other.

He stands back up and pulls me to him. “You’re naked!” I choke out.

“Well, would you look at that? You know what that means, don’t you? You’re overdressed.”

Before I can protest, he yanks my boxer shorts down my legs and spins me around, bending me over his bike. I grab hold of the seat to keep from falling. When I try to stand back up, he leans over me, the hard press of his cock nestled against my ass.

Despite my need to stop this madness, I feel my pussy growing slick. How can I want this man inside me and want to set him on fire all at the same time?

“Tell me you don’t want this, Cupcake,” he shouts over the roar of rain as he bends his legs and pushes the tip of his cock inside me.

“I don’t?—”

He surges into me, cutting off my words and stealing my breath. I don’t know how the bike doesn’t fall over, but I don’t have time to think about it as one of his hands grabs my hip and the other wraps my hair around his fist.

Fuck, this man is huge. Words like impaled and invaded spring to mind at the bite of pain when he bottoms out, making the pleasure feel so much sweeter as he fucks me hard and deep.

The pounding rain hides the sounds of how wet I am, proof that my head might not be entirely on board, but my vagina is more than happy to ride the big dick express. With every move, Havoc reminds me just who’s in control here.

“I don’t know if I should let you come,” he grunts, thrusting harder. “You were going to leave me.”

As crazy as it might seem, I swear I can hear hurt in his voice.

“I wasn’t,” I lie, desperate to come.

“You promise? You promise you won’t leave me?”

“I promise,” I shout before I realize he said won’t —sneaky bastard.

He slides his hand between my legs and strokes my clit, the pleasure overwhelming. As my back bows and legs shake, the first real tendril of fear wraps around me—not because I think he’d hurt me, but because I’m not sure I’ll survive him.

He comes with a roar, triggering my orgasm just as lighting illuminates the night sky. His talented fingers keep working, pushing me until I’m barely holding on and begging for mercy. Only then does he stop.

He picks me up and carries me back inside and straight up to bed. I protest when he lays my soaking wet body down on the bed, but he ignores me. He climbs on the bed with me, yanking the thick comforter over us both. He moves me so I’m laying on top of him, before he nudges his cock back inside me.

“Havoc.”

“Tomorrow. I need sleep.”

“I need to clean?—”

“You sleep with my cock and my cum inside you,” he grunts.

Even though I know it’s a bad idea, I’m too tired and cold to argue and Havoc is just warm. In the end I give in but the sleep I so desperately need is fleeting. Every time I drift off, I wake up to him fucking me and filling me up again. By the time morning rolls around, I feel sore and swollen.

And still, he fucks me.

“I can’t, Havoc, please,” I beg, tears falling as he leans over me.

“One more. Just give me one more, Cupcake.”

I start to shake, crying out as I come again, sobbing.

“There’s my good fucking girl.” He kisses me softly as he comes once more.

Too weak to move, he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom, sitting me on the toilet before running me a bath. I don’t even have the strength to be embarrassed as I pee. He adds some kind of salt and bubble bath, then disappears, returning with a couple of towels and a glass of water. He places the towels on the counter and hands me the water, which I drink down with shaky hands.

I watch him warily as he grabs some toilet paper and forces my legs apart. I choke on my water and protest, but he ignores me and wipes me before flushing. My face flames with embarrassment as I look away, tears threatening to fall.

Still, without a word, he takes the glass from my hand and sets it on the counter before lifting me into the tub. I bring my knees to my chest and focus on the bubbles. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him grab a cloth and some body wash. When he moves toward me, I suck in a sharp breath.

He hesitates for a second, slipping his finger under my chin and tipping my head back. “Last night was intense. Let me look after you.”

I swallow, but I don’t say no, afraid my voice might crack. I sit silently as he gently washes me, even taking the time to shampoo my hair before helping me rinse it.

When he’s done, he rests his forearms on the edge of the tub and looks at me. “You tried to run. You tried to leave me,” he says softly.

“You kidnapped me, Havoc. Now I want to go home. You told me you’d take me home.”

“I can’t go back to prison, Nevaeh,” he tells me gently, but the weight of his words lands like a punch to the stomach.

“Are you going to kill me?” I whisper.

He looks at me like I’m insane. “I don’t fuck dead bodies, and I’m not about to stop fucking you anytime soon. So no, I’m not going to kill you. But I need to know you’ll keep your mouth shut about all this when I take you back, and you need to know I won’t hurt you. I might spank you if you put yourself in danger, though, but that’s only because I need you to think twice before making reckless decisions.”

“Like getting on the back of your bike and allowing myself to be kidnapped?” I huff, feeling slightly less terrified now that I know he isn’t going to kill me. When he doesn’t answer, I back down. “So what happens now?”

He swirls his fingers around in the water before he answers,

“The storm is still raging outside and is set to last for the best part of a week. It’s not safe to be out there. You’ll stay here with me, and we’ll get to know each other.”

“For a week?”

“For two.”

“Two weeks? I can’t stay here for two weeks. Amity will worry.”

“I’ll talk to Amity. There will be times when I have no choice but to go back to the clubhouse, but it’s safer if I don’t have to maneuver both of us on these slick roads.”

“I get that and I’ll agree to a week, but if the storm will have passed by then, there is no reason to stay any longer than that.”

“A week isn’t enough time Nevaeh. I can’t explain why I need you here and I know I sound like a crazy asshole. I just need you to do this for me. I promise that when I’m here, you’ll have my full attention—and I expect all yours in return. We’ll get to know each other without all the distractions that come with club life. And for the short periods that I’m gone, you can write or read and just relax.”

“And once the two weeks are up, you’ll take me back?”

He nods.

“Swear it Havoc. If you agree to this and you lie to me and don’t let me leave, I’ll never trust you again.”

“I swear I’ll take you back two weeks from today, no matter what.”

I sigh, knowing I really don’t have a choice.

“Okay, Havoc. I’ll stay.”