Wraith thrusts up inside of me, his cock so fucking thick and full I can only just take it. My stomach presses against his door as he fucks me hard from behind, his hand gripping tight on my hip, and his other hand is looped in my hair yanking my head back with force.
A low growl reverbs out of his chest as his hand on my hip slides down to my clit. He presses, and I moan at the sensation.
It awakens something in him.
He speeds up, hitting me at just the right angles. But his hand in my hair moves down to the base of my neck. He thrusts up higher inside me at the same time he shoves my face against the door. My eyes widen as his hand clamps around my neck, and he tightens his fingers.
My impending climax disappears as his fingers clench around my throat, his fingers digging in, pressing against the front of my neck.
My eyes widen as I whimper, not out of pleasure but from fear.
He thrusts deeper, the sounds coming from him are carnal, animalistic, hungry as he pounds into me. His grip on me tightens as my airway is becoming restricted. My hands instinctively move to his around my neck, and I claw at his fingers.
“Wraith,” I scream, but it only comes out as a breathy squeak.
Panic surges through me as I buck against him, my body now going into fight mode. My fingernails scratch at the flesh of his hand as I kick my ass back into him forcefully.
He groans, then suddenly pulls out of me, his hand dropping from my throat as he takes a huge step away from me.
I gasp for much-needed air as my oxygen-deprived body falls back onto the carpet. My fingers move to my throat trying to erase his chokehold as my eyes well with tears.
I have no idea what the fuck just happened.
I shift my gaze to him, his eyes are distant, vacant, as he stands naked, fighting for his own breath. Silence falls over us, neither of us knowing what to say. But what hurts even more is he won’t even look at me.
“Wraith,” I whisper, my throat a little raspy.
He hesitates, but his eyes slowly find mine, and when they do, his chest heaves like he’s having trouble holding himself together. “Kharlie… fuck.” He runs his hand through his hair, his body trembling.
He didn’t know it was me.
Was he lost in his past?
Is this how he gets off?
Do women actually like this?
“Where… did you go?” I grate out.
A cold, blank expression crosses his face. He walks over grabbing his jeans, then yanks them on. His eyes are so wide, the whites are showing around his irises. His breathing sounds like he’s about to hyperventilate. Then I watch a single bead of sweat trickle down his temple.
“Wraith.” I cough a little, and his body shudders, but he continues getting dressed. “Talk to me!”
He walks past me toward the door.
“Talon, stop!” Somehow I find my voice.
Wraith hesitates at the door, his body rocking back and forth with his frantic breaths but doesn’t turn back.
I’ve never felt more exposed in my life than I have sitting naked on his floor begging for his attention. My heart hammers so hard it might burst through my chest wall as tears start to well in my eyes.
He reaches for the handle and the dam wall breaks.
He fucked me, choked me, and is now retreating without even talking this over.
What a pussy.
What a damn asshole.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs so quietly I barely hear it. Then he rushes out the door, slamming it shut behind him, leaving me by myself in his room.
And at this point, I’ve never felt more alone.
“Jesus, Prinie, will you stop zoning in and out. Has he hurt you? Physically?” Zero snaps.
Shaking my head slightly to rid my mind of the distant memory, I sit taller to try and convey the confidence I want to fake. “No, Wraith would never hurt me.”
“I don’t understand how you have such faith in him. I know him damn well, and his fascination with women… his sexual preferences, and the things he likes to do to them…” Zero cringes. “Shit, Prinie, I don’t want you anywhere near him.”
“Pretty hard when we live in the same clubhouse, don’t you think?” I wrinkle my nose up at him.
“Not for long.”
I freeze on the spot. “What? What the hell does that mean?”
“Fucker broke a cardinal rule, Prinie. He’s losing his patch.”
I gasp, gripping the bedsheets so tight my knuckles turn white. “No! Absolutely not! You cannot do that to him.”
“Watch me.” Zero stands.
I grip his arm, holding on, to make sure he doesn’t leave before I have my say. “Zero, stop! He’s your best friend. You can’t strip his patch.”
He shrugs out of my grip. “I can… and what’s more, I will.” He moves for the door.
“Krew… if Wraith leaves… then I leave, too.”
Resting his head on the woodgrain, he lets out a long exhale, then turns to face me. “Why? Why would you threaten that, Prinie? When I went through all that shit to get you back.”
“Because it’s the only way to show you that you’re doing the wrong thing.”
His jaw ticks. “Wraith means that much to you?”
“No, but he means that much to you! I can’t be the reason Wraith has to leave this club. I won’t have you kick him out because of me either. Are Wraith and I in a
