Beyond Christmas (Corrupt Chaos MC #1.5) (8 page)

DIRTY

BY: AC BEXTOR

Leaning my body against the door Aimes shut seconds ago, I stare at Em. My hands are braced behind me. If I leave them unrestrained, they’ll act on their own accord and grab her with more force than I’d mean to.

The anger stirring inside, knowing Aimes, of all people, had her with him, fuels a possessive fury I’ve never known before when it came to women. The ache to touch her, guard and protect her, was powerful, and I didn’t know what to do with the frustration I felt wanting to be near her.

Aside from knowing Greg had taken his hands to her, and knowing she was in some ways damaged, whether physically or emotionally, I still fucking wanted her—in my house, in my bed,
in my possession
.

“Are you going to say something?” she asks with hesitance.

The red welt on her cheek stares at me cruelly, reminding me that another man, her husband, violently touched what I’ve always wanted to claim as mine.

“No, Em. I’m not.”

“Are you going to stand there against the door for much longer? I’m not going to run away, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“No, it’s not,” I tell her. “You’re not going away again. Not ever.”

Her face gets serious, her eyes darting around the room then coming back to mine. “Max,” she whispers on a breath. “Can you say something?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Em, if I let go of my back against this door, I’m comin’ at you,” I tell her and watch her eyes widen. “When I say I’m comin’ at you, I mean once I do, I won’t stop until you’re under me, begging me to stop so you can catch your breath.”

She inhales a breath, deep and restless. Her hands and arms fall to her sides as she stands waiting for what I’ll do or say next. Her breathing, judging by her rapidly moving chest, is becoming labored.

“C’mere, Em,” I order.

Ignoring my request, she asks, “Are you upset?”

“C’mere, Em,” I repeat, this time louder and with more force.

Walking to me slowly, her long, dark hair drapes over her face and she uses her fingers to place it behind her ear. I’d love nothing more than to fuck her the way I mean to, the way I’ve wanted to. I’ve thought of pulling her hair, biting her soft skin, pushing myself inside her and forcing her to accept me as I am, but I can’t. She’s been through a tough time. I’ll maintain control.

Once standing in front of me, close enough I can smell her breath and skin, she stares up at me and her dark brown eyes glaze over.

“I’m goin’ to fuck you, Em. Hard and heavy, and it’ll be quick the first time. Then I’m not letting you out of here until I’ve had my fill of you. And so there’s no surprises, you should know that could take a while.”

IBSN: 978-1511617604

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