Fury (9 page)

Birdie
clenched his teeth together. “I take this shit seriously. I patched in with the
club because I wanted that family connection, and because the MC is a band of
hard as fuck men. I have mad loyalty for them, but this also concerns Fury, our
President, and because of that discretion should be used.” Fuck, now he was
getting pissed over this.

“Yeah,
he’s our fucking Prez and he ran off without telling anyone. Did you see how
pissed the other Patches were? Can you fucking blame them? Fury went rogue.”

Birdie
shook his head. “He didn’t go rogue. Whatever is up with him, and why he’s done
what he’s done, is for a good reason.”

“He
should have told the club regardless,” Stone said, now looking back at the
road. “They won’t let this rest, just to let you know.”

Birdie
didn’t say anything, because yeah, he knew that.

“They
know where we’re headed, and they’ll follow. If you think we aren’t just as
worried about Fury as you are, you’re fucking wrong.”

He
knew they cared about their president, but Birdie just couldn’t let this go.
“I’m sure he didn’t tell the club because he has his reasons, but we won’t find
out if we are sitting on the side of the damn road.”

After
several seconds Stone finally spoke again. “It’s a long drive to the cabin, and
we don’t even know if he’ll still be there.”

Birdie
looked at the long stretch of road in front of him. “Then you better start
fucking driving so we can see if he’s there.” Birdie wasn’t backing down from
this, and he wasn’t going to submit just because that was the “rules” of the
club. He loved the MC. He joined because he wanted to, because they accepted
him for all his faults, and didn’t bat a lash when he told them his past and
what he’d done. They were just as crazy as he was, and he wanted that family
connection. But this concerned Fury, a man he thought of as his brother, one
he’d die for … and kill for again. Nothing stood in the way of him making sure
shit was right.

****

He
couldn’t sleep. All Fury kept seeing was Angelina pressed against the wall
looking so damn innocent and primed for him. He’d been able to smell how
aroused she’d been, like he was a damn animal and she was his mate all primed
for him.

Damn,
now he was thinking up some fucking insane analogies.

His
cock had been hard for hours after leaving her standing there alone, and as
much as he wanted to jerk off and get the pressure off his balls, he hadn’t touched
himself. He also thought about tossing some alcohol back to help him sleep, but
he’d already been passed out drunk while she’d been in the cabin, and drinking
wasn’t sounding as appealing as it normally did.

Pushing
himself off the bed he sat on the edge for a second. He looked down at his
raging erection.

“Fuck
you,” he said to the asshole, scrubbed a hand over his face and stood. Grabbing
a pair of jeans, Fury put them on and headed out of the room. It was the middle
of the night, but he noticed the kitchen light was on. It was when he rounded
the corner that he saw Angelina standing against the sink, a bowl and spoon in
her hand.

She is so fucking gorgeous.

What
in the hell was wrong with him?

She
lifted her head, the spoon midway to her mouth, and her gaze locked on his. Her
cheeks turned pink, and if he weren’t such a hard ass he would have smirked at
how cute it was that he’d embarrassed her.

“I
couldn’t sleep,” Angelina said and set the spoon back in the bowl.

“Yeah,
me either,” he responded and went over to the cupboard to grab a cup. He went
over to the sink, and she moved out of the way for him to fill the glass with
water. “That ice cream has to be pretty damn old.” He turned his head and
looked at her.

She
nodded. “I won’t lie. It was freezer burned, but it’s all you have that’s
sweet, and I couldn’t sleep. Eating old ass ice cream sounded like a good
enough idea.”

He
gave a nod and drank his water. They stood there for several moments without
speaking, and he didn’t deny it was a bit tense. But then again this situation
wasn’t ideal, and it sure as hell was confusing on his side. He still didn’t
understand why she’d stayed, even if she had explained it to him, in a way. If
he’d been in her situation he would have gotten the fuck away from a bastard
like him.

Fury
looked at her again and saw she was staring into the bowl of melting ice cream.
The fall of her black hair blocked her face partially, and he had to curl his
fingers around the lip of the sink to stop himself from pushing it away so he
could see her. But at the last minute he said fuck it and lifted his hand to do
just that.

Moving
her hair over her shoulder, he saw her body tense a second before her cheeks
became pink again. When she looked at him her eyes were wide with clear surprise.

“Why’d
you do that?” she questioned softly.

He
didn’t answer right away. “Because I wanted to see your face.” They looked at
each other, and he felt the air in the room become hotter, felt his cock throb
behind his jeans, and wanted to just say fuck it all and pull her in to kiss
her until she was breathless.

And
then, as he felt a chill race up his spine, as he felt his balls draw up tight,
and as he heard her inhale sharply, something snapped inside of Fury. He
wrapped his hand around her waist, pulled her right up against his body, and
curled his fingers around the nape of her neck. For long seconds he just held
her, loving the way she molded against him, and the fact she was breathing
harder, her arousal clear on her face.

“I
want you,” was all he said. Her response was to lick her lips and nod. And
that’s when nothing else mattered but being with Angelina in every way.

Chapter
Thirteen

Fury
had her back pressed to the wall in the kitchen, his big body stopping her from
trying to push him away. But the truth was she didn’t want to. This felt
unbelievably good, like she was playing with fire and hoping she got burned.

“This
is insane,” she whispered, not meaning to say the words out loud, but feeling
them with every part of her body.

Fury
didn’t answer right away, but kept his focus trained right on her. “Is it,
Angelina?”

She
licked her lips, not sure how to answer. “I don’t know.” And she didn’t. Was it
wrong that she was aroused right now, wet for Fury? Was it wrong to want a man
that had done this to her, to put her in this situation to begin with?

Or is this right where I’m supposed
to be?

Fury
made this deep sound in the back of his throat, his focus going down to her
chest. Angelina was breathing harder than normal, but her emotions were running
high right now. She looked down, as well, and saw how hard her nipples were.
But she’d known that already, had felt them stabbing through her t-shirt. Her
body was showing Fury exactly what it wanted, and that was him.

As
if she was trying to be someone else right now, she found herself lifting her
arm, trying to shield her chest from him, although she didn’t know why. This
was what she wanted, so maybe she was playing hard to get, tempting a caged
beast that was ready to break free at any second?

“You
want to hide yourself from me?” he asked, the question hanging between them.

“I
don’t know,” she answered honestly.

He
shook his head and removed her arm from her breasts. She let the limb hang by
her side once more.

“You
don’t hide yourself from me. You accept what you want, because anything less is
weak, Angelina.” He smoothed his hand down her inner arm, and stopped at her
wrists, placing his fingers right over her pulse point. Could he feel how fast
it was beating for him? He applied a little pressure, and she found that one
touch intimate, electrifying even.

“You
want me to start this, but what I don’t think you realize is that if I go
through with this there’s no going back.”

“No
going back?” Her voice was soft, hesitant even.

“You’ll
be mine in all ways.”

She
started breathing harder, became lightheaded.

“Tell
me that’s not what you want and I’ll stop this, step away.”

Could
she even form words right now to tell him?

“Because
once I start I can’t stop. I won’t.” He leaned back just an inch, but still she
couldn’t catch her breath. “Tell me you don’t want me.” A moment of silence
passed. “Because even if you do I know you’ll be lying.”

Her
chest rose and fell as she inhaled deeply and exhaled just as forcefully. Every
erogenous zone in her body tingled at the way he looked at her, at his close
proximity. With each passing second her pussy became wetter, and her nipples
ached from how hard they were.

“Go
on, say the words,” he whispered.

“I
want you. I want this, Fury.” Angelina should have lied, but couldn’t help the
truth that came out.

He
placed his hands by her head on the wall and leaned in again, this deep, low
sound leaving him. His nostrils flared, and he looked down at her breasts
again. It was like he was touching her with his sight alone.

She
thought he’d touch her, do something to ease her erotic suffering, but instead
he moved away from her. A chill stole over her at the fact he was leaving.
Placing her hands on the wall behind her, she tried to be calm.

“I
want to see you. I want to see every part of you.”

Maybe
the smart, sane thing to do would have been to scream, fight … run. But she
didn’t want to do any of those. Moving away from the way, she found herself
gripping onto the t-shirt and lifting it up and off of her body. The air was
chilled, and her skin puckered with goosebumps, but also because of the way
Fury watched her. He looked at her as if he
did
own her, as if he wanted to possess every inch of her.

Angelina
felt intoxicated, drunk from her need, and she knew she didn’t want this to
stop. His gaze was penetrating, like he reached out and stroked her skin,
touched every part of her. She started to shake from her emotions, from the
excitement and anticipation moving through her veins. This little voice inside
of her head told her she should feel sick, wrong, that she wanted this with
him, but this was the most freeing experience she’d ever had.

“I
want to see skin, Angelina. Take it all off.” He looked right in her eyes.
“Every single piece of clothing.”

Her
hands shook as she did as he ordered, not feeling embarrassed or ashamed right
now. She just felt … need.

When
she was naked before him, nothing hiding her from this man, she watched as he
looked his fill of her body.

“So
fucking gorgeous.” His voice dropped an octave, and a chill raced up her spine.

She
knew what she was doing would forever change her. Whether that was for better
or worse was still unknown at this moment.

He
ran a hand over his mouth as he looked at her body, lingering his gaze on her
pussy and tits. She heard him breathing hard, as if he was having a hard time
getting air into his lungs as well.

Chills
raced along her entire body, but not because she was cold, but because she was
so damn aroused.

Angelina
started to sweat, beads forming on her forehead, between her breasts, and down
the length of her spine.

“I
want you.” His voice was a husky growl, one that sounded more animal than man.
He reached down and gripped himself through his jeans lewdly, the sight so damn
attractive. “You see how hard I am for you, how much I want you?”

She
felt herself nodding, but it was more of an automatic response.

Fury
frightened her on a deep level, but her arousal, her curiosity for him, the
fact he was the only person that made her feel alive, overrode everything else.
It was a twisted situation, but her body reacted to Fury in a way it had never
done to another man. She felt like she was hovering above a bottomless hole and
at any moment she could fall in and never see ground. But it was that
uncertainty and fear that made this so damn exciting.

Fury
walked up to her until only a foot was between them. He reached out and cupped
her chin in a firm, strong hold. For long seconds he didn’t say anything,
didn’t even move from his position. The air around them was hot, humid, and
charged with lust. All it took for her to feel like she was owned, claimed, was
a small touch from Fury.

“You’re
shaking,” he whispered.

“I
know,” she responded.

“Why?
Do I scare you?”

She
nodded and licked her lips. “But that’s what makes this exciting.” He smirked,
but it was far from amusing.

“You
want to be mine, Angelina?”

God,
did she?

Yes, yes I do want to be yours.

She
found herself nodding. “I want that really damn badly.”

While
holding onto her chin, he took his other hand and touched her shoulder. Fury
moved it down her arm, his fingers rough, calloused. It felt incredible.

He
slid his hands down her outer thigh, and her pussy tingled, her clit throbbing
in time with her pulse. Fury’s motions were slow, precise, and it was like he
got off on seeing her want him more, right on the verge of coming for him. And
she was, right on the edge of getting off.

He
moved his hands in slow but demanding movements, scraping his nails slightly
into her flesh. She gasped, the pleasure and discomfort feeling incredible.

“You
like this, what I’m doing to you?”

She
nodded, not trusting her voice.

“You
like that you’re mine to do with as I please, that I took you, made you mine?”

Angelina
nodded again, wanting to tell him yes, but her throat so tight and dry.

He
was meticulous and controlled as he touched every part of her, ran his fingers
over her belly, her ribs, and finally stopped on her chest, touching her breast
and nipple. He never once looked away from her, and that made this situation
even more intense.

“Tell
me you want this,” he demanded.

She
didn’t speak, her throat tight, dry. Angelina didn’t even know if she could
have said the words if he hadn’t demanded, ordered them of her. But she wanted
this, and if getting it meant she needed to push past her arousal to plead, then
so be it.

“Yes,
I want that.”

“Tell
me you want to be mine in all ways.” He curled his hand around her breast,
adding pressure, making it hurt, but in a good way.

“I
want to be yours in all ways, Fury,” she murmured.

He
made this deep, gruff sound in the back of his throat. “Say my name again. Tell
me you want me to lick your cunt, that you want me to shove my cock in your
body.”

Another
gasp of pleasure left her.

“I
want your mouth on me, Fury.” She closed her eyes and breathed through the
sensations. “I want your cock in me.”

“Yeah,
you fucking do,” he growled the words out.

And
then Fury had her in his arms, his hands cupping her ass, and was striding to
his room. He put her on the bed and took a step back. Time seemed to stand
still as he just stared at her, not speaking, not moving, but certainly looking
at every part of her on display.

“I
want you on your back with your arms above your head. I want to see you spread
for me, Angelina.”

Once
she was in the position he wanted her in, she curled her hands into fists above
her head, waiting for whatever dark erotic acts he had planned. Her sexual
experiences could be summed up to having one partner, and very vanilla at that.
It was hard having any kind of relationship when every boy was deathly afraid
of her family.

But
the way Fury looked at her, and the type of man he was, told Angelina he was
the furthest thing from plain and vanilla.

She
lay there watching as he took his pants off, the temperature in the room
becoming so damn hot, yet chills racing up her body. She stared at his chest.
The sight of his exposed pectoral muscles and abdomen had a fresh gush of
wetness leaving her pussy. She was primed for him, so ready for his big cock.

Lowering
her gaze to his crotch, she felt her throat tighten at the sight of his huge
dick. Her pussy clenched with the need to be filled by him, but she was being
patient for what he had planned.

“Do
you think I’m a sick motherfucker for watching you, stalking you?” He started
undoing his pants.

She
didn’t respond. The tattoos covering his body made her so wet.

“Does
it scare the fuck out of you that I drugged you, kidnapped you, and planned on
making you my little slut just to get back at your father?” His voice was like
a serrated knife moving over her body, dangerous yet exciting.

“Yes,”
was all she said.

“Spread
your fucking legs for me. Let me see how wet your cunt is.”

Bracing
her feet on the bed, she spread wide until her pussy lips parted for him.

Fury
moved closer, but didn’t speak, just kept his focus on her pussy. And then he
reached out and smoothed his fingers over her inner thighs, moving closer to
her exposed body.

“I
make no apologies for what I did, because that’s who I am.”

She
hadn’t expected anything less.

He
added pressure to his touch, his nails now scraping along her flesh hard enough
there was a flash of pain mixing with the pleasure. She tried to stay still,
but Angelina arched her back, needing more.

The
way he was silent, just watching, touching, was more attractive than any dirty
word he could have spoken to her. Fury moved even closer until he was leaning
above her, his mouth so close to her pussy. His warm breath moved along her
exposed folds, and a shiver worked through her. She made a soft sound, not
caring that the noise had left. But Fury didn’t lick her, and instead moved his
mouth up until he was right over her nipple. The peak hardened painfully, but
pleasure also filled her. Angelina arched her back, not caring that she was
being bold in what she wanted. And when Fury ran his tongue over the hard tip,
they both groaned.

There
wasn’t a headboard, so she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands.

“You’re
so fucking primed for me, so receptive to my touch,” he murmured against her
breast before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Over and over he moved his
tongue along the peak, sucking on the flesh, tugging at it with his teeth, and
bringing her close to orgasm from that act alone. “Oh yeah, baby..”

He
sucked on her nipple more furiously, and she bit her lip hard enough she tasted
blood. She was going to come and had no intentions of stopping it from
happening. He sucked harder and faster, groaned against the flesh until
vibrations went right to her clit.