She froze.
He laughed. “The name’s Hound. You’re going to need to speak up to be heard here. Being Forge’s woman will only get you so far. Don’t mind the bitches either. Forge put the word out. Remember you’re the one in charge here when it comes to them. Forge has staked his claim on you. It means you’re above them in the scheme of things. You want them gone, they’re gone.”
She looked toward the women who were watching her. “They don’t like me.”
“You took the ultimate prize. The brothers know the only reason some bitches stick around is for the prez. They want him. They want to be the special person to own him, but you came along with a debt and claimed him.” He chuckled. “Now they’ve got to try to settle for the VP or one of the best guys here to even think about having a good life.”
“Stop trying to scare my woman,” Forge said, coming toward her.
He handed her a plate of food and she took it. The burger was full and rather than complain, she tried her best to get her mouth around it. So far, so good.
No embarrassment and his men weren’t looking at her like some kind of disgusting thing.
****
Peterson would die soon.
There was no way Forge could let the bastard live with how he’d brought up Beth. For nearly two weeks, he’d seen her, watched her, always up at the fucking window looking down. At first, he did think she was shy, then when he had to go on a road trip to help enforce the lines of his turf by pushing out some crashers, he’d thought it would bring her out.
It didn’t.
She’d stayed in the bedroom and he’d listened to Romy, one of the sluts who’d been with them for a couple of years, claiming the other woman was too good for them all.
He’d deal with Romy, but he noticed the whore had made herself scarce. When she first arrived, Romy had made it clear she only wanted to fuck as many men that would have her. Now, he was pissed off because she was clearly about causing trouble and he didn’t like trouble.
Slowly, minute by minute, he watched as Beth started to relax. She wasn’t used to being around men or people. Whatever her father had fucking done to her, it made him sick to his stomach and also made him want to kill people. Peterson would die slowly. All he was waiting for was the right moment to do the deed. His position in the political ring complicated things, but it was only a matter of time.
He’d been away from Beth for too long and he didn’t plan to go on another road trip any time soon. He wanted to break her out of her shell, and the only way to do that was to be with her.
She was delicate.
Sweet.
And he’d also noticed a jealous streak.
Someone started to play some sexy, sensual music. Women rushed toward the men, in different states of undress. He knew it was a competition for the women to wear as little as possible to get the most men in one night. He wasn’t interested in their games.
He pulled Beth into his arms, drawing her away from the fire. Taking her arms, he wrapped them around his neck, holding on to her hips.
“What are we doing?”
“Dancing.”
She looked around and he shook his head.
“No, you don’t look anywhere else but at me. I’m the one that is important here, no one else.” She didn’t need to see Hound had two women, one he was fingering, while the other was rubbing his cock.
This was a first for Forge as he wasn’t used to being so possessive, but when it came to his woman, he couldn’t seem to stop. She was his treasure. He liked having a woman who belonged to him. Keeping one hand in her hair, he tilted her head back, and with the other, he ran his fingers down her back, cupping her ass. He saw the shock but also the interest as she gasped.
“Do you have any idea what it is you do to me?” he asked. “You don’t even have to try and I’m hard as rock for you.”
He didn’t touch her pussy, just pulled her as close as she could get so she felt how alive he was for her. His cock threatened to burst from his pants.
“Do you have to go for days at a time often?” she asked.
“Why?” He didn’t mean for his voice to be stern.
“I’m sorry. I … missed you. I didn’t know if this was something you did all the time.”
“I do it when it’s required. I’ll let you know the next time.” He had to get used to her innocence. Other women, those sent in an attempt to destroy the club, would use any information they had to destroy them. “For now, I want you to get used to hanging around the club. If you stay in my room for longer than an hour during the day, I’m going to come up and spank your ass.”
She gasped. “You’d spank me like I was a child?”
“Oh, you’d love that kind of pain, until I made it unbearable.”
“You really want me to hang around with your friends?”
“They’re my club. I’m not giving you a free pass to leave the walls. You’re safe in the compound. I know the men will have your back and protect you.”
“I’ll try.”
“No, you’ll succeed. I don’t like failures, Beth. This is your home now. I’m not giving you back, so any fantasy
