Sins and Scars (Sinners Book 1) (2 page)

“Really? I’m yours? Are you fucking kidding me, Stav? You lost all right to call me yours when I found you with your dick in some other whore’s mouth.” Shaking my head at her, I can’t help but think that maybe she
is
fucking crazy. I never once had my dick in some other bitch’s mouth while she was mine.
 

Stalking towards her, I back her up against the desk and cage her in. “You know damn well that I never stuck my dick in another bitch while I had your fuckin’ ass in my bed. Stop bringin’ up shit that happened before I had you. You weren’t even fucking legal when you saw me with that bitch. Not once since you turned eighteen did I fuck someone other than you.”
 

“You trying to say you didn’t fuck anyone this whole time I’ve been gone?” Her eyes are narrow, and she looks ready to slit my throat with my own knife. Her hands go to my chest and I know she’s already looking for it. Little does she know, I already knew what her next move would be. I moved the normal place for my knife, just in case she'd try.
 

“You left me. I had to lick my wounds somehow. I know for sure that you’ve been whoring your damn way through Vegas.” She slaps me again, and I bend her over the desk and slide my hand up her skirt. She tries to fight me for a minute, but the second my fingers sink into her, all her attempts at getting away fall away, and she pulls my head down, kissing me like she's starved for me.
 

I don’t even bother trying to figure out her right now. I just give her what we’re both craving. Pushing her skirt up around her waist, I slide her panties to the side and move my hand to my jeans to unbuckle my belt, unbuttoning them in the same move. Sliding them down enough to get my dick out, I don’t even think twice about slamming into her pussy. She says she doesn’t like me because I’m a monster, but I already know that it’s so far from the damn truth.
 

She's always had a soft spot for me, even when she saw the side of me that only she could calm.

I fuck her hard and fast, causing the desk to move a couple inches every few thrusts. Her hands grip the back of my neck, and she pulls me down for another scorching hot kiss. Her dark hair fans out over my desk, and I wrap my fingers around her neck as I thrust my hips into her. Her moans fill the room, and I can’t get enough of her body. My hand slides up her body and I cup one of her perfect tits through her tight shirt.
 

She pulls my head down and I let her claim my mouth. Her tongue slips between my lips and I can feel her tightening around me. “Stav.” She moans louder this time.
 

Running my lips down her neck, I see the burn from my beard hair on her skin. She’s going to be fucking pissed when she sees the marks, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s mine, and I’m going to make sure every motherfucker out there knows it.
 

My balls start to tighten, and her nails dig into my forearm. “Come for me baby. Give me what we both want so fuckin’ bad right now.” She raises her hand to hit me again, but I put it above her head, and pull out of her completely.

“Stavros.” She growls.
 

I pull away from her and she gives me a scathing look.
 

“What do you want Harlyn?” Her lips turn into a frown and she fixes her skirt.
 

“I want you to leave me the fuck alone. We’ve been done for over a year, and now you’re just fucking ruining my life.”
 

Grabbing her around the waist, I pull her body to mine and she gets weak in the knees. “You and I both know that isn’t true. I fucking love you, and would do anything to protect you. You think that pussy Dex put a bullet in would have killed for you? You think that pussy would fuck you the way you begged me to? You think that that pussy knows every fuckin’ thing about you? No. He doesn’t fuckin’ know shit. He would have never made you happy, baby girl. I’m the only man that will fucking die for you.”
 

She pushes at my chest, and I pick her up and set her on my desk. Her skirt goes around her hips again and I could easily slam right back into her if I wanted to. Tilting her hips, I slide back into her, and her head falls back as her mouth slowly opens into an O shape.
 

I pound into her roughly until we both come. As her pussy tightens on my dick, I feel like I’m coming home. “Oh God, Stav!” She screams. She milks my cock as I thrust into her until we both come down from our orgasms.
 

Dropping my body onto her, I kiss her neck and suck on her pulse hard enough to leave a mark. She doesn’t even bother to try and stop me. I’m sure she already knows why I’m doing it. I won’t let any of my men touch her, and I sure as hell ain’t letting my girl leave again.
 

Her fingers tangle in my hair and she gives it a good yank. The pain gets me hard again, and I’m pretty sure she wasn’t expecting that. “I hate you Stavros. I hate you for bringing me back here when you promised me that I was free. You had your sergeant kill my boyfriend, and drag me back here kicking and screaming. Do you even care what he did?”
 

Looking down at her face, I see the tears starting to pool in her eyes, and I don’t feel even a bit of guilt. I’ve done everything in order to protect her, but having her away from me isn’t the fuckin’ answer anymore. I’m done letting her run around on me. I get she’s still pissed at me for who the fuck knows what anymore, but it’s time for her to come home for good.

“Did he hurt you?” I don’t get completely off of her, but I pull back enough to read her face. At first, she looks like she is going to say that he did, but she shakes her head no. If he had laid a hand on her in any other way than making sure her ass got to the clubhouse, I would castrate him before burying my knife into his throat.

“He didn’t touch me; if that’s really all you want to know.” She turns her head to the side and looks at the door. She wants to run, but I won’t let her.
 

“You love him?” my voice is low and I can see the way her eyes widen at my question.

“Yes.” She bites out. Just by the tone of her voice, I know that she is fucking lying to me. I grab her chin in my hand, and force her to look at me. When our eyes meet, I can see all the emotions laid out right before me. She’s never been all that good at keeping shit from me. It’s one of the reasons I let her stay away for a little while longer than I originally planned. She’s lucky I didn’t have my man put a bullet in every fucker’s head that even touched her - shit, even if they looked at her..
 

Slowly pulling out of her, I run my hand down her neck and stop on her tit. Rubbing my thumb over her nipple, I see the lust in her eyes. “Don’t lie to me Harlyn. I know you didn’t love him.” She frowns and pushes me up and off of her.
 

“I won’t lie to you. I already know that you feed on that shit.” She adjusts her skirt and panties before she sits on the desk.
 

“The only thing I feed into is pissing you the fuck off.” She shakes her head at me and I grin.
 

“I don’t know why you just don’t make this easier on yourself.” She turns her head away from me, and I continue. “Harlyn, you and I both know that you’ve been mine since before you were eighteen. I waited to claim you for a reason. I knew that you would hate this life, and the man I became, but you’re it for me, and I will fight like fuckin’ hell to keep you in this life with me. You are the only thing I live for anymore.”
 

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head at me. She goes to say something, but she can’t get the words out. “Cat got your tongue baby girl?” I run my fingers down her jaw and she frowns.
 

“I love you Har, and I will do everything to make sure you’re safe and loved. But I need you to trust me. For once, don’t give me your shit. I don’t mind your feisty little attitude behind closed doors, but you need to stop running your damn mouth in front of my men. I am still the man you fell in love with.”
 

“No you’re not!” She screams at me. “You don’t know how bad you hurt me! I fucking trusted you! I loved you, and look at what that got me.” She points to herself and I don’t get what she’s trying to tell me. “I’m a fucking mess! I can’t even fall in love with a normal man because you’ve fucking ruined me!”
 

“Harlyn.” I state, but before I can continue, she stops me.
 

“Don’t fucking
Harlyn,
me!” she gets off my desk and starts to move towards the door, but I stop her before she can leave.
 

“Do not leave this clubhouse, or I will lock you in my room. You’re free to roam the building, but do not disobey me, Harlyn, or I will hunt you down.” Her eyes widen and she looks a little pale. She doesn’t say anything to that, but I can tell that she might actually listen to me this time.

I let her lead me back into the bar area of the clubhouse because I’m sure she needs to cool down. Shit, so do I. I want so bad to bend her over my desk and spank her tight little ass for the disrespect she showed me when she first walked in the clubhouse, but I didn’t.
 

If my men talked to me the way she did, I would have their heads. They all know I’m a sucker for the girl, and there isn’t one person that would think to say anything except Romeo, my VP. When I see him, he motions for me to come towards him.
 

I wrap my arm around her waist before she gets too far away from me. “Behave.” She turns and gives me the stink eye before turning back towards the bar. Before I release her, I give her one more piece of advice. “Any of my men touch you because you can’t keep yourself from proving a damn point to me; their blood is on your hands.” I feel her body tense up, and when she turns around she looks even angrier than before.

“You don’t own me Stav. I can fuck, and flirt with whomever I damn well please.” Her voice isn’t more than a whispered yell. She thinks that I won’t kill anyone who touches her? She has another thing coming.
 

“I do own you. Mind, body, and soul, babe. You just seem to forget. Give me a kiss.” She pushes my chest, and I give her ass a squeeze.
 

“You’re a pig.” She breathes. I can feel her body start to react to me and I know she wants me as bad as I want her. Fucking other bitches never gave me the satisfaction that she just gave me in my office. Her body has always been made for mine, and the quicker she realizes that, the easier this shit can go. We have enemies that are ready to declare full blown war on us, and the only thing I can care about is making sure she's safe.
 

“Kiss.” I growl this time. She searches my face for a second before she pinches my nipple and walks towards the bar. Shaking my head, I can’t help but grin. She’s feistier now more than ever before, and I can only imagine what the sex is going to be like when she finally submits to me again.
 

I watch her ass sway from side to side as she walks to the bar and orders a drink from one of the new prospects. He almost looks scared of her. I can only guess the look she’s giving him right now. She can be a real bitch when she wants to, and I know all her anger is aimed right at me. Mick just happens to be the poor bastard in front of her to take her wrath.
 

Making my way over to Romeo, I see him watching her, too. He’s never really been a fan of her since she up and left, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s mine, and there is nothing that will ever change that.
 

“You got any news for me?” I ask taking a seat on the barstool next to him.

“Just that you got to her before they did. She was in the wind. I’m actually surprised you found her.” I smirk at that. Mick brings us both beers and I take a healthy swig of mine before setting it on the bar behind me.
 

“She was never in the wind. I had an old friend keep a close eye on her. Nothing would have happened to her. He would have killed them all before they touched her.” He looks at me for a second and shakes his head.
 

“Prez, you know I’ve got nothing but fucking respect for you, but is she really worth the fucking headache? I mean she’s fucking hot and all, but the bitch is fucking crazy. She slapped you in front of your men, and you didn’t do shit to her.” He stares at me waiting my reply. I don’t owe any of these fuckers any explanation, but since he’s my VP, and one of my closest friends, I give it to him.

“I love her. I’ve loved her since before she was eighteen, and I won’t stop fucking loving her. Trust me, I tried to get over her when she left, but that bitch is buried so far down deep inside me, that I can’t find where she ends and I begin. She acts like she couldn't give a fuck about me, but the minute I put my hands and mouth on her, she can’t get me to fuck her fast enough.”
 

He shakes his head and looks over at her again, which causes me to look at her. She’s bending over the bar, and has her tits pressed up to her chin while she talks to Mick. A few of the guys behind her are now staring at her ass and panties that are probably on display. “I’ll be back.” I grit out.