Marek (Knights Corruption MC #1) (19 page)

Flickering my eyes open, I saw Marek’s face suspended above me, a look of fear and anger pouring off him in waves. Letting out one final cry, my cheek burned from the connection of his hand on my face.

He’d slapped me.

I was hysterical and wouldn’t calm down, but the shock of his hit balanced me in some small way. Focusing my gaze on the man above me, realization calmed me enough to stop my screaming.

I glanced around the room to see if there was anyone else there with us, and there was. Ryder and Stone stood by the door, watching on in confusion.

“Sully . . . It was just a dream,” Marek soothed. “You’re okay now.” Backing off me so I could breathe, I pulled myself up into a sitting position, tucking my knees under my chin and rocking back and forth.

“It was so real,” I confessed. “You . . . It was . . . It was you trying to kill me,” I said, looking at him, not even knowing what to feel right then. “But it was Vex’s voice. Your face but his voice,” I mumbled, trying to make sense of the dream in the dawn of realization. “My mother . . . She was there too. I was dying, and she was there for me.” I babbled on and on about my nightmare for the next two minutes, continuing to rock back and forth until I’d finally calmed.

Marek had no idea what to say or do. He was at a loss, so he just sat on the edge of the bed. Ryder and Stone had disappeared, leaving the two of us alone to hash things out.

“I thought you left,” I said, my heartbeat finally falling back into a normal rhythm.

“I was just down the hall, staying in someone else’s room.”

For a split second, I thought he was referring to a woman, and a pang of jealousy ripped through me. My heart momentarily picked up its pace and my fingernails dug into the skin of my palm. Having no justification for the strange emotion, I shoved it aside and focused on his face instead. The way he looked at me was strange. He seemed annoyed that I’d woken him with my screams, yet compassion danced in his eyes. Or was that pity? I was still too unfocused to tell.

He rose from the bed. “Are you all right now?” he asked, shoving his fingers through his tousled dark hair.

“Yeah. I think I just need to wash up.” Looking at the clock on the bedside table, it was only then I noticed it was six in the morning. Had it not been for the bright red numbers blaring at me, I would have no idea what time of day, or night, it was.

“Good, ‘cause when you’re done, we’re gonna eat then I’ll take you to my house. You can’t stay here anymore. No females camp here,” was his simple explanation. He took off before I could ask him any questions. What was going to come out of my mouth, I had no idea, but he didn’t even give me time to think of something. He was always disappearing after he’d had his say.

Another minute and I was calm enough to scramble to my feet and walk toward the bathroom. A thick layer of sweat glistened on my skin and my clothes stuck to me, making me uncomfortable. I knew the hot water would work miracles for not only my body but my mind as well. I longed for the calming arms of peace to rain down over me, washing away my nightmare and helping to soothe the predicament of my new life.

My fingers trailed over my skin, the smell of Marek’s body wash invading my senses and making me think only of him. An ache kicked up inside me, starting in my chest and traveling lower until my clit pulsed with a need I’d never experienced before.

I was aroused.

I’d explored my own body in the past, but I’d never felt such an explosive desire toward a man before.

A stranger.

An enemy.

Marek’s handsome face appeared in front of my closed eyes. I’d seen him angry. I’d seen him cocky and condescending. And I’d also seen him concerned. Worried about me.

No one had ever been worried about my well-being before.

Not my father.

Not Vex.

It was astounding that the man who’d kidnapped me from my home would be the one to show me an ounce of compassion.

I palmed between my legs, trying my best to sate the need growing inside me. As I rubbed my finger over my clit, I remembered his promise from just hours before.

When we finally do have sex,
you’ll
be the one begging
me
for it.

He sounded so sure of himself, his arrogance surprisingly quite a turn-on, although I would never voice such a thought. I never knew if he was testing me, or waiting for me to mess up so he could punish me. Usually, I kept quiet, minus the few outbursts which seemed out of my control at the time.

I pictured the way he licked his lips then bit down on the lower one while he’d stood naked in front of me. My own slickness allowed my finger to glide back and forth with ease, shooting bolts of desire through me, so pleasurable I never wanted to stop.

I recalled his large cock growing to life right before my eyes, how he seemed to love my appreciation for his glorious body, the way he remained still while I committed him to memory.

My back arched and I spread my legs, rubbing faster and faster until my body seized up. Balancing myself with one arm against the shower tile, I finished myself off, my orgasm tearing through me while I pictured the one man I shouldn’t have.

My husband.

“Sully, Prez says to hurry the hell up.” I was so involved with ‘taking care of business’ that I never even heard anyone enter the bathroom.
Oh, my God! Did he see me? Did he hear me? Was I even making any noises?
I was so wrapped up in my own head I had no idea if any sounds had escaped my lips.

I thought it was Ryder who’d scared the shit outta me, but I couldn’t be sure. Shutting off the water, I slowly slid the shower door open to make sure no one was standing in the bathroom waiting for me.

The coast was clear.

I was almost done drying myself off when the door opened. I screamed out in surprise and quickly wrapped the towel around me. Marek stood in the doorway staring at me, his eyes narrowing the more he took me in.

“Why is your face all flushed?” He moved closer, the tension between us increasing with every step. “Were you playing with yourself in the shower?” His lips turned up in a sexy grin. “Were you thinkin’ bout me?”

There was no way he could know, was there? Did he have cameras in there? My paranoia gave me away and he picked up on it. But I still tried to deny it.

“No,” I whispered.

“No, you weren’t playing with your pussy, or no, you weren’t thinking about me?” He chuckled and moved even closer, the air suddenly extremely stifling.

“Uh . . . n-no . . . t-to both,” I stammered. All I wanted was for him to leave, but then I knew once he did I’d miss his presence. He was nothing like I’d expected, and I found I craved his attention when he wasn’t near me. But again, I would never let on to that because it was insane.

I should hate him.

I should cringe every time he came near me.

I should fear him.

But I didn’t.

“Just say the word, Sully, and you could be riding my cock.” He winked then walked from the room.

Again with the disappearing after he said shit like that.

Marek

We pulled up outside my place, a half hour away from the club, when a thought occurred to me. Pulling out my phone once Sully had slid off the back of my bike and was stretching her legs from the ride, I dialed Jagger’s number.

“Hey, I need you at my place in an hour. And bring shit with you for a few days.” Ending the call, I swung my leg over the bike and planted my feet on the ground, rifling through my bag to find the keys.

“Let’s go,” I said, ushering my wife toward the front door.
My wife. Shit!
That was still such a fucked-up concept. It’d only been a couple days, but I didn’t think I would ever get used to saying it.

Out loud or in my head.

Since I’d pushed the limits already by allowing Sully to stay at the clubhouse for more than a few hours, I knew it was best to set her up in my own personal residence. My house wasn’t anything fancy, but it wasn’t a rundown shack either. It was a nice log cabin I had built six years back, the wraparound porch one of my favorite features. What I loved most about it was that it sat on ten acres of solidarity, not a soul in sight, which was exactly how I liked it. I hated neighbors, and the less people I had to deal with the better in my book. Outsiders were judgmental, and could be quite dangerous if their curiosity got the better of them.

Pushing open the door, I guided her inside and set my bag down on the floor, walking toward the kitchen to grab a drink. I was thirsty, and the hot summer day only exacerbated my need for cool liquid. Twisting off the cap to a bottled water, I took a few long gulps then walked back over and handed it to Sully.

She frowned and looked as if I’d just handed her a dead kitten.

“What?”

“That’s gross,” she huffed, pushing the bottle away from her.

“What the hell are you talking about? It’s just water.”

“I don’t want to drink after you. Why can’t I have my own?” she asked before taking a step back. My expression probably put her on alert, although I didn’t know why. I wasn’t upset, just merely confused.

“What’s the problem?” Shoving the bottle back in front of her, I said, “Just take it.”

“Germs, bodily fluids . . . Should I go on?” Shocked she was speaking so freely, I crossed my arms over my chest and settled in.
This should be fun.
I stared at her so intently that she blushed and stopped talking.

“No, please continue.”

“That’s all,” she whispered before lowering her head.

“Sully. Look at me.” She raised her head and looked me directly in the eyes, her tongue sneaking out and wetting her bottom lip. My dick pulsed and pushed against the seam of my pants. Her dark eyes roved over me, leaving my face briefly before lowering them to take in the rest of my body. I didn’t even think she realized she was checking me out, lost in a faraway place in that beautiful head of hers.

I cleared my throat, loving the unexpected back and forth between us, visually as well as spoken.

I was going to put our little conversation to bed. “As far as bodily fluids go, my spit will be the least of your worries.” Reaching out, I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her to me. She didn’t fight, which was a good sign, but I wasn’t sure if she was shocked or if she was easing up around me. Lowering my mouth to her ear, I promised, “When I fuck that sweet pussy of yours, I’m gonna leave behind a reminder that I was inside you. So much of a reminder that it’s gonna be dripping down those sexy-ass thighs of yours.”

I heard her gasp and it made me smile. I had no idea why, but I loved toying with her. Maybe it was the innocent way she looked at me, trying her best to hide her desire for me. Maybe it was the pleasure of having someone who was all mine. Maybe I was trying too hard to show her she was safe in my club. Well, physically safe. Not so much sexually or emotionally.

Whatever the reason, I enjoyed getting a rise out of her.

She placed her tiny hands on my chest and tried to push me away, but I held steady. When I wouldn’t budge, she lowered her arms to her sides, waiting for what would happen next.

Countless seconds passed, the only sounds our ragged breaths circling around us. I inhaled her scent before releasing her, smelling her hair like some kind of animal. But it was what she made me feel like when I was this close to her. Like some kind of beast that needed to claim her, mark her with my own scent so the others would know who she belonged to.

In reality, everyone knew she was mine, so they knew to stay clear of her—that was unless they wanted to deal with the repercussions of crossing me.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked, avoiding any and all eye contact.

“Why? Do you need to play with yourself again?” I smirked when I saw the blush creep up her neck and explode across her cheeks. I’d been teasing her back at the club about it, but now I knew I’d hit the nail on the head. Her blatant reaction told me so.

“I have to go to the bathroom. I’ve had to go since we left.” She shuffled back and forth, and I realized she was telling the truth, or she was a pretty good liar. Pointing down the hallway, I directed her to the second door on the left.