Fighting Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC; Book 2) (Forsaken Sinners MC Series) (4 page)

She gasps and stills her body. She’s probably trying to figure out how to get away from me as we speak. I can’t let her get away again.

I’m surprised and shocked as fuck when the little vixen starts to move again, and it’s not to get away, either. Her hand slowly moves up my chest, and back down. When she reaches the waistband of my pants, I grab her wrist. “Not that I don’t want your hand on me, but if you continue, I won’t be able to stop you once you start.”

She pauses for only a moment before she brings her legs up on both sides of my hips so she’s straddling me, then she sits up straight. My hands move on their own to her hips, holding her to me so she doesn’t change her mind and move away. “Sara?” I need to know what she wants. I’ll do whatever it is she needs.

Looking into her eyes, I see that spark that drives me insane. “I want you, Toby,” she whispers as she rocks her hips once. I clench my jaw and groan.

“Fuck. You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now, but I’m not sure if this is a good idea.” That was the wrong thing to say. I realize it as soon as that spark leaves her eyes. She looks away from me and goes to get up.

“I get it.” The fuck she does!

Tightening my grip on her waist so she can’t go, I wait until she looks at me before speaking. “Sara, it has nothing to do with not wanting you because I want you more than my next breath.” To put meaning to those words, I grind myself up against her pussy so she can feel how hard I am for her, “But I don’t want to do anything that you’ll regret later.” I need her to understand how I feel and not think it’s because I don’t want her, but when she looks away again, I know she isn’t listening. Fuck this.

I sit up so fast she doesn’t have time to react as I take her mouth. She lets out a gasp, which I take advantage of by pushing my tongue past her lips. Damn, she tastes even better than I thought she would.

She only hesitates for a moment before she starts kissing me back, and that’s all it takes for me to know she’s all in. Grinding my hips up into her barely covered pussy, I feel her heat all the way through my jeans. Sliding my hand up her shirt, I run my thumb over her bare breast, just to tease her. She moans into my mouth when I pinch her nipple as she grinds down on my cock as I thrust up against her.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stand up without breaking our kiss. Walking down the hall and into my room, I lay her on my bed. Lifting my head, I look down at the halo of blonde hair that surrounds her beautiful face. Fuck, she’s perfect.

“You sure about this? Once I bury my cock inside of you, there’s no going back.” I need to know for sure. If we do this, she’ll be mine. I won’t let her go.

She nods her head with her eyes half closed, but I need more. “Answer me, Sara. I want your words. Are you sure?” I repeat. This time, the spark in her eyes comes to life as she replies.

“Yes, Toby, I’m sure. I want you to fuck me.”

The words are barely out of her mouth before I grab the bottom of her shirt and tear it apart, right up the middle then I’m on her, taking her lips with a desperation I’ve never felt before; like if I don’t have her lips on mine right now, I will cease to exist.

Her hands start to travel up my chest to wrap around my neck, but I quickly grab them and pin them above her head. Holding her hands in one of mine, I move my other hand over her breasts, down her stomach and stop at the top of her panties.

She tries to wiggle her arms free, but I squeeze them tighter and tear my mouth from hers. “Stop. Moving.” I growl. Her eyes snap open in fear and I instantly regret my tone. If I didn’t know it when she first walked into the gym that day, I know it now; something really bad happened to her. The fear I see directed towards me cuts me to the core. Looking away from me, she starts to shake.

Panic seizes me. I need to erase that fear. I need her to know I would never hurt her. “Look at me, Doll,” I say as I release her hands. I should probably roll off her too, but I just can’t bring myself to move.

Each second that passes adds to my own fear and growing panic, but she finally looks me. The fear that was there before has now been replaced with uncertainty and embarrassment. I lift my hand to her face to reassure her that everything’s okay, but I stop when she flinches. God fucking dammit! I want to jump off this bed and run my fist through a wall. I want to shout and scream at the world for allowing something to happen to her to cause her to be scared of me. I want to scream and tell her that I would never hurt her, but I don’t do any of these things.

Pushing my anger and panic aside, I move my hand toward her face again, but slower so she can see my intentions. “It’s okay. I don’t know what happened to make you react that way to me, but I shouldn’t have done it, not till we’ve gotten to know one another better. I’m sorry. I will never hurt you, Sara. Please tell me you believe me.”

She hesitates a second before nodding her head, but I need to hear her say it with words. I need to know without a doubt that she really believes me; that she trusts me. “Tell me. Tell me you believe me.” She looks deep into my eyes and I let her. I don’t close myself off, but I let her see
me
. I hold her gaze, willing her to understand how I feel.

Finally, after what feels like hours later, she gives me what I so desperately want. “I believe you.” Leaning forward, I gently kiss her lips.

I roll her over, letting her straddle my hips like she did on the couch. I want her to know that she’s in control of what does or doesn’t happen between us.

She leans down, kissing my tentatively at first, but once I open my mouth for her, she deepens the kiss.

Keeping my hands beside me on the bed, I don’t dare move them until I know she’s ready for me to take control again. “Touch me, Toby. Please touch me,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Not yet.”

A small growl emanates from her throat, then she moves her hands down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. Without hesitation, she unbuttons my pants and I lift my hips as she shimmies them down my legs, taking my boxer briefs with her.

My cock springs free and almost hits her in the face.

Once she removes my clothes and throws them behind her, she stands and slides her panties off her hips, tossing them and the ripped shirt to the floor.

Standing there completely naked, I take in the sight before me. Smooth, tanned legs meet the apex of her thighs and lead me to her shaved pussy. I can even see her arousal glistening from here.

Wanting to get the full view, I reluctantly move my eyes up to her full breasts before locking onto her eyes. Once she knows she has my full attention, she slowly climbs back onto the bed and brings herself down on top of me again. “Like what you see?” she asks boldly. I don’t know where this confidence is coming from, but I love that it’s there and the fear from only moments ago is forgotten.

“You have no fucking idea. No fucking idea at all.”

Leaning up on my elbows, I kiss her neck and groan when I feel her rub her bare pussy against my cock.

“Do you have condoms?”

I reach over to my bedside table and pull one out. Before I can rip it open, she takes it from me and brings it to her lips, tearing it open with her teeth. “Fuck,” I whisper. Watching her take charge is even sexier than I thought it would be.

I watch her slide the condom down and without wasting another second, she lifts herself up and slides down, both of us letting out a tortured moan as she fully seats herself on my cock.

She starts slowly, moving up and down before picking up the pace. I stay focused on everything she’s doing, from her sliding up and down on my cock, to her breasts bouncing with each movement. She has me so close to coming, but I hold on. Needing to get some control back, I grab both her wrists and pin them behind her back while she keeps her rhythm. I make sure to look her in the eyes so she knows what I’m doing, but the only thing I see from her is pure pleasure.

I start pounding into her from below, which has her arching her back, causing my cock to slide in deeper with each thrust. “That’s it, take my cock deep in your tight pussy,” I growl, thrusting harder and faster. Feeling her start to tighten around me, I know she’s close to coming. “Do not come until I tell you to.”

“Please, Toby. I’m ready to come. I need to come!” she yells, closing her eyes.

“Open your eyes, Sara. You will look at me when I make you come, dammit.”

Moving both her hands into one of my own behind her back, I move my free hand around and start to rub small, tight circles over her clit, then I release her wrists and grip her hips tight with both hands. Lifting my hips off the bed for better leverage, I power into her over and over again. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.” She looks into my eyes as she comes hard, squeezing my cock so hard that I want to roll my eyes into the back of my head. It’s feels so fucking amazing.

I pump myself into her twice before falling over the cliff with her. “Fuck!” I slow my thrusts until I no longer feel her walls contracting around me, then I pull her down to me and kiss her.

When our breathing slows, I pull her head back so I can look at her when I say, “That was un-fucking-believable, Doll.” This causes her to smile, but what I say next wipes the smile off her face, replacing it with a look of what I can only describe as panic. “You’re mine now, Sara. I’m never letting you go.”

Sara

“You’re mine now, Sara. I’m never letting you go.”
Never letting you go.
Jumping up, I grab the ripped shirt lying on the floor and run out of the room and into the bathroom.
I’m never letting you go, Sara.
Slamming the door behind me, I sink down onto the floor.
You’re mine.

Shaking my head, I feel the first tear fall. I can’t go through this again. I will not become someone’s property like I was with Rick.

The first time Rick said that I was his, I thought it was kind of hot, sweet even, that he wanted me so much he was claiming me. I never thought for a second that he was messed up in the head, even when he started telling me what to wear, who I could or couldn’t hang out with. He hid my car keys from me so that I would have to depend on him to take me wherever I needed to go.

I lived that way for a year before the abuse started. It was a slap here and there, but then he became more violent. He beat me whenever he felt like it. When he wanted to have sex, he would get rough, and it was during those times that he would tell me that I was his, a possession, and he would never let me go. I can’t go back to that―I won’t.

I jump when Toby starts to pound on the door, shaking the whole frame. “Sara! Sara, are you okay? Let me in!” I take a deep breath and stand up. After a quick glimpse in the mirror to wipe my face clear of any tears, I open the door to see Toby rubbing his shaved head and pacing back and forth.

When he notices me, he reaches out and grabs my face. I flinch, which has him removing his hands like I’ve burned him. “What happened back there, Doll?” Not knowing what to say, I just shake my head, hoping he doesn’t push me on this. I don’t want to tell him about Rick or how I fear he’s just like him. Why did I let this happen? I don’t know this man, but I wanted him. I am such a mess. “Sara, talk to me.” He’s getting upset and I can’t handle this. I have no idea if he gets violent when angry or how he’s going to react. I need to calm him down and get him to take me back to my car.

I sidestep him and walk back into him bedroom so I can get dressed. “Look, Toby. It was nothing, really. I just had a moment.” Pulling off his shirt I threw on a couple minutes ago, I fake being confident in my nakedness and don’t rush to put my clothes on from last night. I hate knowing that I’ll be seen wearing this outfit the morning after when Toby drops me off, but I have more important things to worry about, like getting away from Toby and this attraction I have to him.

Once I have my clothes back on, I turn toward the door and see him standing there with his arms crossed. He doesn’t look happy, but he doesn’t look pissed, either. That could work in my favor.

When I walk up to him, he doesn’t move to let me pass. We stare at each other, neither of us wanting to break the hold first.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally blink, but I don’t look away. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone intimately like that. I guess the attraction I have for you hit me a little harder than I thought it would. I wanted it and you didn’t do anything wrong. I just wigged out a little, but I’ll get over it, I promise.” I can tell he wants to push me for more, but the sound of his phone ringing interrupts what he was going to say.

“Don’t move. We aren’t done talking about this,” he says before walking into the living room to answer his phone.

“Yes we are,” I whisper low enough that he won’t hear me.

“Yeah?” he barks into the phone as I follow him. He watches me put my shoes on as he listens to whoever is on the other line. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.” He hangs up and walks over to where I’m sitting. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looks torn between wanting to sit next to me and continue our talk, or going wherever it is he needs to be. I really hope it’s the latter. Blowing out a long sigh, he reaches down for my hand and pulls me to my feet. “I have to make a quick stop, but then I’ll take you to your car. That okay with you, Doll?” He almost sounds defeated, like he doesn’t want to leave without figuring out what’s going on between us, but knowing he doesn’t have a choice. If I was in a better situation or even state of mind, I would feel guilty, or even a little heartbroken by that look, but I don’t. I can’t afford to. I silently thank whoever called for giving me the escape I needed.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I say as I grab my purse and walk outside to his bike.

After riding on the back of Toby’s bike for the last ten minutes and wondering where he’s taking me, we finally pull up outside of a tattoo shop I’ve never seen before. The sign says ‘Sinners Ink’, and I’m curious as to if it’s connected to the motorcycle group he rides with, or if it’s just a coincidence that the name has Sinners in it. I’m assuming it’s the former, considering I’m pretty sure his group owns the strip club I work at as well. That’s gonna suck for me, but hopefully I’ll find another job soon and I can quit there and not have to see Toby unless
I
go to see
him
.

When he turns the bike off and puts the kickstand down, he takes my hand to help me off the bike. “I just have to run in and talk with Dani real quick, then I’ll take you to your car and follow you to your house so we can finish our conversation.” He starts walking towards the door, but I grab his hand to stop him.

“You don’t have to follow me to my place. We can just talk later, can’t we?” He looks at me like I just spoke in gibberish.

“No, we can’t talk later, Sara. Something happened back there and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.”

He turns back in the direction of the shop, but I pull on his arm again. “I don’t want you coming to my place. I barely know you.” I’m starting to get pissed. This domineering act he has going on is getting old. Just because we had sex doesn’t give him the right to invite himself over.

Turning himself completely around so he’s facing me, he levels me with a hard look. “I didn’t hear you complain that you barely knew me when I was balls deep inside of your tight little pussy,” he growls.

I step back like he slapped me. I can’t believe he just said that, like I’m some whore who just put out for him for the hell of it. “You’re an asshole!” I yell and storm off down the street. I’ll fucking walk to my car. He can go fuck himself.

Barely making it three steps, I’m lifted up and thrown over his shoulder. “Put me down! Put me down right now!” I yell at him while kicking my feet. I hope I connect with his balls!

He puts me down so I’m sitting sideways on his bike and places his hands on my shoulders so I can’t get away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, but you need to understand that I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, and when you told me to fuck you, you became mine. You gave yourself to me and I’m giving myself to you. I’m not going to let you walk away from this. So, we are going to go to your house or apartment, and we are going to figure this shit out. End of fucking discussion.”

I drop my head, feeling defeated. I’m not going to win this fight, and now he’ll know that I don’t even have a place of my own. For fucks sake, I live in a fucking hotel room.

Toby gently places his finger under my chin so I have no choice but to look at him. “What’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours?” He whispers. I may as well just tell him before he finds out.

“I don’t have my own place.” I whisper, but I know he hears me.

“So you have a roommate? That’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed about, and I’m sure they won’t mind us talking for a bit.” I wish that were the case, but it’s not.

“You don’t understand. I don’t have a house or an apartment. I’ve been staying in a hotel until I have enough money to get a place of my own.” I look away, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes.

Taking my hands in his, he pulls me to my feet and waits for me to look at him, and when I do, I don’t see pity, I see compassion and pride. “Is that why you didn’t want me to follow you home? Because you’ve been staying at a hotel?” He makes it sound like it’s no big deal, but it is. I’m embarrassed that he knows I didn’t have enough money to get an apartment as soon as I got into town, but I’m not going to tell him that I had to leave with barely enough money for gas to drive here and have nothing besides the clothes I could fit into a small suitcase.

“Well, that’s the main reason, yes. It’s also because I have to get ready for work tonight and I’m not prepared to talk about what’s going on with us. Can you just give me some time to process what you’re saying? I wasn’t expecting this and with everything else on my plate, I don’t want to feel pressured into something without thinking it through. Can you give me that, please?” I don’t think I should jump into a relationship right away, especially one with a guy that’s as alpha male as Toby. I just got out of a controlling relationship, and I’m not looking to go there again.

I give Toby a pleading look to just drop it for now, and he does. “Come on. Let’s see what Dani wants, then we can figure the rest out.” He takes my hand into his and we walk into the tattoo shop to see this Dani guy.

The bell over the door rings, signaling our entrance. I spot a guy behind the desk who I assume is Dani. He looks frantic and pissed off at the same time. I don’t know what happened to make him that way, but I would guess the reason is why he called Toby here.

Toby walks up to him, still holding my hand tightly in his. “Hey, brother, what’s going on?” Only releasing my hand long enough to shake hands with Dani, he then pulls me against his side, wrapping his arm around me tightly. I’ve seen this move done enough times to know that he’s staking his claim, though I’m not sure why he would feel the need to do this in front of someone he calls “brother”.

“She’s gone, Toby. I got in this morning to find this note saying that she had to leave town and she didn’t know how long she’d be gone.” I don’t want to get in the way of them talking, so I try to wiggle out of Toby’s hold, but it’s no use. He looks down at me and shakes his head, silently telling me that he doesn’t want me to go anywhere.

Once he sees that I give up on trying to walk away to give them privacy, he looks back over at Dani. “Does the note say why she left? Did something happen that we need to be aware of?” Toby is looking at Dani almost accusingly; like he thinks that he did something to this girl to make her leave.

Dani literally growls and bares his teeth. “The fuck? You think
I
did something to make her leave?” Not wanting them to start a fight, I decide to step in to diffuse the situation. I have no idea who left, or why. I don’t know Dani and what he may or may not have done to her. I don’t know if he’s even
with
this girl, but I’ve dealt with enough confrontations to know how to steer it in the right direction to figure out what’s going on and what needs to be done to fix it.

“Now children, we won’t get anything figured out if you boys insist on having this pissing contest. Now Dani, why don’t you tell us what the letter said―specifically?” Dani looks at me with what I can only describe as shock at my words. I know how he feels because I sometimes shock myself with what comes out of my mouth, or my boldness at times.

“Well, I’d be happy to tell you about the letter. All you needed to do was ask.” A feminine voice says from behind me.

Spinning around, I see a woman who looks like she should be on the cover of one of those badass biker magazines. You know, the ones with a sexy chick sitting on an even sexier bike. Yeah, one of those. She has long, dark hair with red and blonde highlights, high cheekbones, full lips, and a lot of tattoos covering her toned body. Who is this girl?

She must see my confusion because she walks up to me with a smirk on her face while reaching out her hand to shake mine. “Hi, I’m Dani. He’s Louie, and you must be Sara,” she says as I take her hand into mine, then she looks over at Toby and winks. I’m flabbergasted and completely speechless.
This
is Dani? “I can see you’re confused,” she says with a laugh. When I still don’t say anything, she continues, “My full name is Danielle, but everyone calls me Dani.” I feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment at not knowing that Dani was a girl. I look to Toby and the guy I thought was Dani.

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper. He just shakes his head, but I think I see a smile on his face.

“No worries, babe. It’s not the first time someone mistook me for her and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” I can tell Louie is trying to put me at ease, but his heart just isn’t in it. It’s probably because of the girl who left, which brings us back to why we’re here.