Steel My Heart (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 1) (11 page)

Chapter 18

Emmy

With every step I took away from J. my fear rose higher in my throat.  I tasted the bright penny taste of panic on my tongue, spurring me to get back faster. 

Bursting from the back of the cab, I flung a wad of cash at the driver and sprinted through the lobby to our elevator.  Stabbing the button over and over only seemed to make it travel slower.  "Shit, shit, shit," I chanted under my breath.

This was bad.  I had forgotten myself in the thrill of J.'s lips on mine.  I had forgotten how far down the rabbit hole I was with Robert.  He had more power over me than I could possibly imagine.  My home, my life, my future, they were all wrapped up in him.  And he would punish me for this.

If he caught me.

The doors swooshed open after an interminable wait.  As the car carried me swiftly to our penthouse twenty floors up, I balled my fists and rocked my hips.  I found myself imitating the motions J. had taught me.  I imagined my fist connecting solidly with flesh.  With a face.  A patrician face, with high cheekbones, topped with wavy, chestnut hair. 

I shook my head as the doors dinged open into our living room.  Those were dangerous thoughts.  I wasn't a fighter.  Fighting him would only end up hurting myself.

I stood in the center of the elevator, unwilling to step into the room.  I didn't want to be here.  I wanted it all to be gone. I wanted to have never met Robert.  I wanted to be free to see J., to kiss him, to have him hold me, to explore that rock hard body, and see if I could make him smile that wide, beaming grin.  I wanted to know about him, his life, what it meant to be a biker.  I wanted to ride behind him with the wind whipping through my hair.

The elevator dinged and the doors began to close.  Someone had called it back to the lobby.

I screamed and slithered through the closing gap just in time.  The doors dinged closed.  Robert was home.

I mounted our staircase at a dead run, stripping my clothes as I ran.  Running into our room, I stuffed them deep into the back of my closet, hiding the grass stains and scent of another man.  Then I jumped into the shower and turned the water on as hot as I could, filling the bathroom with steam so it looked like I had been in there forever.  I hopped under the scalding water and scrubbed frantically at the dirt on my hands, dumping my body wash over me, hoping its floral scent would hide any traces of J. that still lingered.

I heard tread on the threshold.  "Babe?" I called sweetly.  "You're home?"

Robert rolled the shower door back and looked at me.  The scalding water had pinkened my skin already and I was flushed even further with terror.  I hoped the effect was believable. 

"Did you just get up?" he asked, by way of greeting.

"Well,"  I ducked my head, playing embarrassed as I scrambled for an explanation.  "No, not really."  I squeezed my hair, ducking under the spray to buy time as I thought. "I only started feeling better this afternoon.  So I wanted to be nice and clean for you when you got home."

He grinned crookedly, his devastatingly handsome face registering approval.  "You're using the body wash I bought you," he observed.

I held it up in my hand.  I hadn't meant to, the smell was overpoweringly floral.  But he liked it, so it was the right move.  "Yes, thank you again," I chirped.

He nodded.  "Are you done?"

I had only just begun.  "Um, I still have to wash my hair."

"You're done," he observed, and there was a note in his voice that made the copper taste flood my mouth once more.

"Okaaaay," I agreed, and switched off the water.  "Can I have a towel?"

He grabbed a towel from the linen shelf and held it out in front of him.  "Here."

I hesitated.  "I'm all drippy, can you give it to me?"

"No, you come to me."  His smile was playful, but his voice was not.

I stepped over the lip of the tub, crossing my arms over my chest and shivering.  I hadn't turned the heat lamp on, and the air conditioning hit my damp skin with an arctic blast.  I stepped towards him, naked and shivering and turned around so he could drape the towel over my shoulders. 

Instead he wrapped me tightly, pinning me close to his chest.  His strong arms pressed the air from my lungs. "Not so tight," I begged. 

"You like it," he corrected me.  He pressed me harder, crushing my arms painfully to my sides. 

"Babe, that hurts!" I cried. 

He squeezed tighter, pressing himself against me.  I gasped in shock as I felt his desire press into my spine.  "I want you," he rasped, his breath a ragged gasp in my ear.

This wasn't right.  This was all wrong.  "Can we go to the bed then?" I pleaded, my voice squeaky with the lack of breath.  I could smell that floral scent on his skin.  It was definitely perfume.

He flung one arm around my chest and I inhaled sharply, letting the air flood my lungs.  There were spots dancing at the corners of my eyes and I felt woozy.  I tried to step away from him, but he held me tightly.  I could taste the smell of the other woman on my tongue.

Spinning us around so that we faced the mirror, he reached behind me.  I saw my own eyes widen in shock as I heard the jungle of his belt buckle.  "Not here honey, I'm all wet!" I begged again. 

His only answer was a grunt.  He shoved me forward and I flung my hands out to catch myself against the vanity.  "Babe!" I begged.  But his eyes were dark and his lips were twisted into a snarl reflected back at me in the mirror.  I felt the first prodding poke, then the first painful thrust.  He forced himself up inside of me, dry and uninvited.  I was frozen in shock, biting my lip against the tearing of my delicate flesh. 

He grabbed me around the throat in a choke hold and pushed higher inside me.  I closed my eyes and willed myself far away.  He had never done this before.  This wasn't him.  This was something else.  He must still be punishing me for last night. That was it.  He was giving me what I deserved for leaving him.  He was telling me where I belonged.  I felt something rip down there and blinding tears flooded my eyes.

"Look at yourself," he grunted in my ear.  He squeezed my throat and my eyes flew open in alarm.  Patrician, proper Robert was gone.  I didn't know the man who spat and swore in my ear. "You see it?  You see me fucking you?"

Unable to speak, I just nodded.  His face was as dark as a storm cloud.

"Keep watching."  He pushed himself high inside me, so far that I knew then and there he would break me in half if he could.  His breath came faster as he held my face in place, forcing me to see how he had me trapped there, completely overpowered and at his mercy.  He wrapped his other arm around my belly and grunted three times, as I finally felt his blessed release spurt inside of me. 

It was over but he still held me firm, not pulling out, not pulling away.  "Did you see it?" he prodded.

"I saw." He relaxed his grip on my neck and I gasped for air, rubbing the raw spot where he had held me.

"Little slut.  You liked every minute of it. Tell me you liked it."

I looked at him in the mirror.  He pulled away and grabbed a wad of toilet paper and dabbing at his cock fastidiously.  When he saw I wasn't answering, he zipped his trousers back up again and traced a finger along my face.  I shrank from his touch, but there was nowhere for me to run.

"You don't need to be wandering around town to get fucked like the fat whore that you are.  I can do that for you right here at home."  He leaned down and kissed my shoulder sweetly as a grin spread across his face.  "Keep that in mind next time you want to leave in the middle of the night."  He cupped my face in his hand and turned me to face him, squeezing my cheeks in painfully.  Then he kissed me fully on the lips as I shook so hard my teeth chattered.

Chapter 19

Emmy

Robert breathed deeply in bed next to me.  Soft vibrations that used to lull me to sleep, but now kept me awake, taut and vibrating with fear.  Thoughts flashed quickly through my head, never pausing long enough to let me focus.  Over and over, my own brain showed me my face in the mirror as Robert forced himself inside of me.  Over and over I saw my own eyes widen in terror and humiliation. 

The only constant was the pain.  The delicate flesh down there was raw and ragged and I felt bruised deep inside. 

Robert rolled over in his sleep and flopped his arm across my chest.  I froze, resisting the urge to fling it off in horror.  He was reaching for me in his sleep. That had to be a good thing, right?  Maybe he subconsciously felt bad about what he had done to me. 

I felt a tickle on my cheek and realized I was crying again.  The weight of his arm crushed into my chest, but if I closed my eyes I could pretend he was holding me.  If I concentrated very hard on the feel of his skin against mine, I could imagine it was a loving embrace.  How a fiancé should hold the woman he loved most in the world.  If he would just stay asleep, I could pretend that he was the man the world thought he was.  The man everyone told me how lucky I was to be with. 

I ran my hand over the sheets and held on to that thought.  The man I loved was holding me.  He hadn't meant to hurt me.  He had seen me naked in the shower and was so overcome with lust that he had to have me right then.  I should be flattered that he wanted me so much.  I should be grateful he found a fat girl like me so attractive.  And as for what he had said to me?  That was harder to wish away, but I thought harder and eventually realized that I deserved it for sneaking around on him.  I would stop this minute.  I would put all thoughts of J. from my mind and I would be good from now on.  The next time Robert and I made love it would be nice.  Proper, like a man and woman who loved it each other should make love.  Face to face and gently. 

The throbbing down in my core beat steadily on, but I was able to push it away.  It was just a reminder of how much he wanted me.  It was just a reminder of how much he wanted me. 

When all the thoughts were gone, pushed into their proper places in my head, I was finally able to fall asleep.

*****

The last thing I felt was Robert pull away.  The last thing I heard was a motorcycle down on the street below.  The sound wormed its way into my fevered dreams and I woke up with the taste of J.'s lips still on my tongue. 

Robert was already up and in the shower.  I squirmed in bed, wondering why I was so sore, until the shock of yesterday rushed over me anew.  All the carefully shelving I had done last night broke apart in the light of the day.  The deep, raw hurt inside of my belly throbbed as painfully as my private places did.  There was no ignoring the pain any longer.

I closed my fists around the bed sheets and gasped when I felt pain there too.  Pulling my fists to my face, I rubbed my sore knuckles in wonder and confusion.  I rolled over in bed and felt the soreness in my hips. 
Twist back and forth.  Punch through my arm.
I suddenly remembered why I was sore there too.

J. was teaching me how to fight.

The memory of my eyes in the mirror, shocked and terrified, propelled me from the bed.  I winced as my feet hit the floor.

The water in the bathroom stopped running and I balled my fists tightly, working the stiffness from the joints of my fingers. 
Twist and punch.  Twist and punch.

"You're up early," Robert commented, padding barefoot across the floor with a towel tucked around his waist.

I looked at him as if for the first time.  He was repulsive.  His furious brows, his cruel expression, how had I not seen it before?  How had I been so blind to what he was, what he was capable of?

"Busy day," I lied smoothly and calmly.  The story flowed from my lips like water, as easily and naturally as the truth.  "Remember the commission I told you about?"

"Of course," he replied, pulling his work trousers from their hanger and shaking out the crease.

He was lying too.  I could tell.  But it didn't matter.  All that mattered was that he believed me.  "I'm meeting with the client today.  He liked my work."

"Will you be alone?" he asked sharply.

I quickly embellished. "Oh no of course not.  Sammie suggested I use the studios at the University to do my studies.  Since I don't have studio space anymore," I couldn't help but clarify.  "She's going to let us in. It's the week before the summer session starts, so people will be around, but we should be able to work without people noticing I don't go there anymore."

"Hmmm," Robert didn't like it, I could tell.  But pretending to support me was too important to his image.  "How long will you be gone?"

I hedged.  "I'll be sure I'm here for you, don't worry baby," I soothed.  "What do you have going on today?" I prodded.

"Meetings, all day long," he sighed, pulling on another crisp white shirt.

"All day?" I moaned sympathetically.  That was good.

"The New York office is visiting," he elaborated and I nodded enthusiastically. 

"At least it's Friday," I smiled.  "You don't have to work this weekend too, do you?"

He looked in the mirror, checking his profile as he straightened his tie.  He looked pleased.  My questions were making him feel important.  This was good, it meant he'd keep talking and tell me how much time he'd be gone.

"The New York team may be staying the weekend."  He chuckled.  "They want me to give them a cheesesteak tour."

I smiled back, remembering the smell of perfume on his skin. "Be sure to take them to DeNic's too," I reminded him.  "I think they're better than cheesesteaks."

He walked over to where I stood.  My fists clenched, but he only brushed a quick kiss across my cheek.  "That's a good idea.  We'll show them the whole market."

I didn't realize I had been holding my breath until he left.   "Have a good day!" I called to the empty room.

I stood in the middle of the room with my fists clenched.  I scanned the room.  It was all Robert’s.  Bought with his money and his name.  Those things I had owned, the treasures I had rescued from my parents’ home, those had been discarded.  I had nothing.

Except...I ran over and pulled out the nightstand drawer, then breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the fat envelope still taped to the bottom.  How much money would I have to start my life over again?

I leafed through the stack twice before laughing loudly into the empty room.

Four hundred and thirty eight dollars.  It was all I had in the world.