Dog walked back into the kitchen.
He was right, Forge wasn’t needed here.
Romy was a piece of work. She was a conniving little bitch, and he should never have allowed her into his club. Her two kids were taken from her by CAS a decade ago when she tried to sell them for drugs. She’d kept that to herself, but he knew all about her fucked-up past. He’d barely touched Romy and she’d told him everything about Blade and fighting for turf, wanting more land. He couldn’t trust her, and apparently, neither could Blade.
Forge didn’t give nothing to no one. He took, plain and simple. The fact Beth’s dad was still alive was a fucking miracle, but it wasn’t going to last much longer. He already intended to take care of him so he never caused Beth or him any more trouble.
Walking toward the back of the club, he took the stairs two at a time and made his way toward his bedroom. The door was still open and he didn’t make a sound as he looked inside the room.
Beth stood at the window. She’d gone back to wearing jeans and one of his shirts which completely covered her body. She should never cover herself. Not for him.
She didn’t turn to look at him. There was no movement.
In the last couple of days, she’d withdrawn into herself more, becoming a shell of a woman.
No smiles. No humming. No nothing.
This wasn’t right.
Stepping into the room, he folded his arms.
He’d never been the kind of guy to pussyfoot around shit, but with Beth, he didn’t want to hurt or upset her. Gritting his teeth, he tried to figure out what he could say without pissing her off.
Rubbing the back of his head, he glanced around the room and came up with nothing. Shit. “I’m not going to allow this to go on for much longer,” he said.
She tensed up at his voice. Still, she didn’t turn around.
“You’re not going to look at me now?”
There were still no words but she glanced over her shoulder to face him. She looked so fucking lost.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“That’s not a good enough excuse, Beth.”
“I’m not making excuses. I don’t want to eat. You can’t make me.”
He didn’t like this distance and so he stepped right up behind her, placing his hand against her stomach.
“Did those men touch what was mine?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then what’s the problem? I’ll kill every single motherfucker who hurt you.”
“I’m not yours.”
“What the fuck? Who says you’re not mine?”
She pulled away from him and stormed off toward the bed, sitting on the edge. She ran her fingers through her hair, gritted her teeth, and she looked angry as fuck. He didn’t like this.
“I know what it means to belong to someone. Romy showed me why I will never be good enough. Why you’ll always want her. You were supposed to be with her.”
He saw her hands clench as she said the words. Was she jealous?
“I never belonged to Romy.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Tough.” He walked over to where she sat, crouched down, took her hands in his, and held her still. She tried to tug out of his hold, but he simply held on to her. There was no way he was going to let her go. She wasn’t going to win this fight, not with him. “Romy means nothing to me.”
“She said she was supposed to be with you, that I ruined her life. She said her kids—”
“They were taken from her way before she ever came to my club. Her parental rights were revoked because she put them through hell. I have no respect for her. Don’t believe a single fucking lie she tells you.”
“Forge, please, stop.” She could say whatever she wanted, but he could see the relief on her face.
“I’m not going to stop. You’re mine.”
“Then why won’t you sleep with me?” She growled each word out, her eyebrows drawing inward as she frowned at him. “I know why. It’s because I’m too fat and you’ll never want to be with me.”
“You know what, I’m sick of this. Romy gets you in her grabby fucking hands for a matter of hours and you listen to all the spiteful shit she has to say, and what do I get, nothing? This is fucking bullshit.”
“You don’t even touch me.”
“I’ll have you know I’ve licked your pussy a couple of times, lovely, and I have no problem being with you. You want to know what I’m waiting for?” he asked.
“What?”
“I’m waiting for you to be comfortable being here. I’m used to women throwing themselves at me and all of the club. Women who are happy to be passed around on cock. Some of them even consider it a trophy, depending on the number of us she fucks.” He held her hands a little tighter, wanting her to know he wanted her. “When I’m around you, I have to control myself, Beth. I have to stop myself from tearing off your clothes and fucking you every chance I get. I want to be balls deep inside you. To feel your tight virgin cunt gripping me as I plow into you. That’s how strong I feel. That’s how much I want you. I can’t stop thinking about how good you’d feel to be wrapped around my dick. I want to sleep on your tits. In fact, I want to sleep inside you with my cum dripping down. I want it all with you.”
“I don’t believe you.” Her words were so faint, and her fire had been doused. He finally had her damn attention.
He stood up and placed her hand on his
