After a few seconds, he releases me and points to the bed. “Sleep,” he mutters.
“I need to clean up,” I say, but he shakes his head and jostles me over to the bed where he throws the sheets to one side. I climb in and he follows me.
He pulls me against him, and I feel his semi-erect cock against my ass. “I feel gross,” I point out.
“How can it be gross?” he mumbles sleepily. “It’s us mixed together.”
Chapter Fourteen
Riggs
I wake up disorientated. My cock is painfully hard, and I feel too hot. I glance at my watch. It’s almost six in the evening. We must have slept most of the damn day. Anna stirs beside me, but before she can fully wake up, I push into her. She moans and I smile. I love hearing her moan when she’s full of me.
I planned on slow, sleepy sex, but something primal takes over and I find myself climbing over her and settling back between her legs before slamming into her. She wakes fully and her hands reach above her head to grip the headboard. “Hold on, baby,” I warn and then I let the animal in me take her hard and fast. We fuck, and it’s not long before I come again on a roar. I slow down and reach between us to rub her swollen clit until she comes too.
I fall down beside her. “Shit, what is it about you?” I mutter more to myself than her. “You’ve bewitched me.”
“I think it’s you who’s bewitched me. I bet Eva is cursing me. I hope the kids have been good,” she says.
“We’ll take them away for a few days when I can lift the lockdown,” I say. “Ziggy loves the sea.”
“What are you gonna do about Reggie?” she asks quietly.
“I told you already, it’s not your concern.” I sit up and pull myself to the edge of the bed. “If you’re gonna be my ol’ lady, then you have to understand that I can’t talk about that shit with you.”
“Maybe if you offloaded, you’d sleep better,” she suggests.
“I offload to Cree. I offload to my brothers. But I look after you,” I say firmly. “It’s just the way it is.”
“Then change it. You’re the president. Don’t you make the rules?” she asks.
“Yes, but this rule stays because I want it to. I wanna take care of you, Anna. Some of the shit I do . . . ” I pause and sigh. “You don’t need those images in your head. The women here, they don’t ask questions. If I come home covered head to toe in blood, you shower with me and fuck me. That’s how you help me.”
She sits up and wraps the sheet around her. “Sounds old fashioned. This isn’t the eighteen-hundreds. Women have equal rights these days. I’ve looked after myself since I was a kid,” she points out.
I laugh, shaking my head. “And a fine job you did of that,” I say sarcastically. Anna glares at me and her eyes almost bug out of her head. “Sorry,” I sigh. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No. Please, speak your mind. Don’t hold back,” she snaps.
“Anna, I didn’t mean it. I’m not used to being questioned.”
“So you want a doormat? One that doesn’t question you? You want me to sit, looking pretty, and smile at all your jokes? Fuck you when you seem upset or stressed? Wash the blood from your clothes, but if I step out of my box, you’ll throw my past at me?”
“Anna,” I sigh.
“No, Riggs,” she snaps, getting up from the bed. “I just want to clarify what you need from me.” I remain silent. Whatever I say to her right now, she’ll lose her mind. She’s raging. “What if you seem mad but I don’t know why, can I ask what’s wrong or is that above my station? Am I allowed to enquire about how you’re feeling?” she rants.
“You’re blowing this out of proportion,” I say calmly.
“I don’t think I am,” she mutters. She begins picking her clothes up from the floor.
“Where are you going?”
“I spent years with a man who wanted a Barbie doll on his arm. I was good enough to open my legs but not to speak for myself. I was good enough to attend his business dinners and look good beside him, but if I asked the wrong thing, I’d become his punchbag.”
“I’m not the fucking same as that piece of shit,” I growl.
“No?” she asks. “Maybe you’re more alike than you think. You call it looking after me, I call it controlling me. He called it love, I called it abuse. At the end of the day, you both want a woman who bows down to you and doesn’t ask any questions. I won’t be that person again.”
I let her leave the bedroom even though everything inside of me says to stop her, to pin her down and make her listen to me. At least she can’t go anywhere outside the club, and if I’ve learned anything about women, it’s to leave them to cool off.
“What did you do?” Cree smirks as he joins me at the bar a couple of hours later.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“If things could get any frostier between you and Anna, we’d be on the film set to Frozen. And before you say a word, I only know about Frozen because Ziggy makes me watch it.”
“Yeah, of course he does. Funny ass,” I mutter. He’s right. Anna hasn’t spoken two words to me all evening. The kids wanted to have a sleepover in Ziggy’s room, and we were both in there to tuck them in, but she wouldn’t even look at me. “I made some comment and she blew it up. How do women have the ability to do that?”
“Beats me. I don’t have that issue. Maybe try and talk less,
