Captured (Devil's Blaze MC #1)(53)

“It’s starting to show,” he whispers, his voice deadly.

Show? Show what?

“This is where it starts to show,” he growls, grabbing a soap holder off the bathroom sink and slamming it against the wall. I duck, despite myself, then look up at him in shock.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, my heart beating hard.

“You’re too motherf*cking young. All about me, sweetheart? Fucking hell, mujer! You’re the one it’s revolving around. I took my men into war for you! I’m putting everything I care about on the line for you. It’s not about me, it’s all wrapped up in you and you can’t even bring yourself to marry me! Fuck this shit!” he growls, then pushes his way around me and leaves the bathroom.

Like an idiot, I chase after him. “Where are you going??”

“I don’t know, Beth. What do you care? I’m going to go find a drink, maybe a f*cking bunch of them, then maybe find some * I can f*ck and forget, because it’s f*cking clear I don’t have what it takes to claim a woman.”

“You aren’t leaving this room!”

“Try and stop me, Sweetheart.”

“You can’t sleep with another woman! You said you loved me!”

“You said you loved me,” he growls in return, standing there staring at me like I’m insane. Maybe I am. I’m so emotionally spent, I literally could be. I just know I will die if Skull goes and find one of the women who hang around the club. I couldn’t handle it.

“I do!”

“Then marry me!”

“I don’t want to rush off and get married just because we may not have tomorrow!” I cry. The tears break and I can’t hold them back if I tried. They fall so hard and fast that I can’t catch my breath. Sobs rake through me and I look at Skull with my heart torn apart. “I want to walk down an aisle and know that I get you forever. That I will never be without you, not even for a day.” Skull stands there looking at me and I can do nothing but cry. “I want a fairytale,” I whisper inanely, sinking to the floor and giving in to my misery.





I watch as she sinks to the floor. Her small body rocks with the force of her sorrow and I feel like a jackass a million times over, even as my anger still simmers. I rub the stress headache I feel banging against my forehead and close my eyes, wishing things were different. Then, I go to my woman and gather her up in my arms. I carry her to the bathroom and sit on the commode with her while I tug at her clothes, gently pulling them from her body.

“What… are… you doing?” she asks, shuddering between each word, the tears not bothering to slow down.

“We’re going to take a shower.”

“I thought… you were leaving… me.”

Once I have her undressed, I carry her into the shower. Luckily, the water is still hot even though we’ve left it running all this time. I lower her, keeping a hold on her neck so her tear-filled eyes stay on mine.

“I was upset. I’m not leaving you, Beth. It was all talk. You’re the only woman I want, the only woman I will ever want for the rest of my life.” I bend down and take her lips. The salt of her tears mingles with the sweet of her mouth. I let my tongue soothe her, plunder her, and love her all in one kiss. She’s mine. Regardless of what happens, I never want her to forget that fact. When we break apart, the sadness still in her eyes physically hurts me. I walk her backwards further into the water and help her tilt her head. Once I have her hair completely wet, I move her again, and this time my back is to the water while I pour shampoo into my palm and begin washing her hair. “Will you promise me something, querida?”

“What?” she asks, her head going back as I massage her hair with my fingers, lathering it.

“That once I prove to you that we will survive this and everything will be okay, you will marry me. I’ll even give you the f*cking fairytale if that’s what you want.”

She goes quiet, and I find myself wishing I could see her face.

“I promise,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

With her agreement, I feel a little better. I rinse and condition her hair. I love the feel of it, so silky smooth in my hands, and the weight of the water pins it to me. I’ve never washed a woman’s hair before; never felt the need. Beth isn’t like anyone else, though. I love her. I’m so busy thinking about all of the emotions I have tangled up in Beth that my body jerks in shock as I feel her hand on my stomach.

“What are you doing, mi cielo?”

“Bathing my husband,” she whispers, a bar of soap in her hand as she moves it over my body.

“Your husband?” I ask, watching as she pulls back so she can rub the soap between her hands. Once she has enough lather, she puts the soap on the small shelf. Her small hands wash up my chest. She pulls on the rings I have looped in my nipples. The sting of pain goes straight to my dick and I growl.

“I, Beth, take you, Skull, as my lawfully-wedded husband,” she says, still teasing my nipples but kissing down my stomach. My head goes back in pleasure and my eyes close as I drink in the sensations. “To have and to hold,” she whispers at the same time her hand wraps around my cock, squeezing and holding it tightly. “I pledge to love you for the rest of my life, to put your welfare before my own, to ease your burden, to bring you comfort,” she goes on. As she strokes my cock, her lips suck my nipple into her mouth and her tongue pulls hard on the ring.