Chaos Bound (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #4)(72)
“I trust you, Holt.”
The next thing she knew, she was spun around, pushed over the back of the couch. Holt kicked her legs apart.
“Yes. That.” Her breaths came in short pants. “More. Take me. Hard.”
He grabbed her hair, twisted it in his hand, and pulled her head up, making her back arch, her ass lifting in invitation.
She shivered in delicious anticipation as Holt slicked his fingers through her folds.
“Christ, you’re wet,” he murmured. “So ready for me.”
Before she could respond, he thrust into her, his cock sliding deep into her channel, parting the swollen tissue to accommodate his girth.
Heaven.
With one hand on her hip, he pulled out and thrust in again. Naiya moaned, pushed back against him. Her hands fisted on the soft, beige cushions, her body taut, straining for release. But in this position, she had no control. She could take only what he would give, the way he wanted to give it. And yet she knew if she asked him to stop, he would. With Holt, she held the power, and knowing that, trusting him, she was able to let it go.
“That’s right, darlin’, I got you.” Holt reached around and stroked her clit. Ripples of pleasure shot through her as she climaxed, her * tightening around Holt’s rigid shaft. With a soft grunt, he pushed deep inside her, drawing out her orgasm with slow, measured thrusts.
“Fuck. Gotta have you. Gotta move.” His hands clamped around her hips, and he hammered into her. Hard. Fast. His cock slid over her sensitive tissue, and another orgasm overtook her. Holt joined her, his cock thickening and swelling before he climaxed with a low, guttural groan.
He collapsed over her back, pressed kisses to the damp skin on her nape, and licked the bite on her shoulder where he’d marked her. Finally he pulled out. Semen trickled down Naiya’s inner thigh. She stiffened as the sensation triggered a brutal memory of the morning after Viper’s assault. Cold. Alone. Naked. Body marked. A gush of wetness …
Bile rose in her throat and she stood, hugged herself tight.
Holt’s forehead creased in alarm. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She edged away, grabbed her clothes from the floor. “I’m just going to … clean up.”
She made it to the washroom before her knees gave out. Sinking down to the cold tile, she bit back a sob. What a mistake. She’d never let a man come inside her after that night; never agreed to rough sex. Why did she think it would be okay now?
After washing up and pulling on her clothes, she splashed water on her face and twisted her hair back in a ponytail. Holt was dressed when she came out, standing by the window. He turned to greet her, but she couldn’t meet his gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She grabbed the remote and sat on the edge of the bed, flicking through the channels without really seeing the screen, looking for something to fill the black hole that had formed in her chest.
But Holt wasn’t so easily put off. He knelt in front of her and gently took the remote from her hand.
“Talk to me,” he said softly. “If I hurt you, I need to know. If it was too much…”
“I thought I could handle it, but I can’t.” She bit her lip, trembling. “I wanted to know Holt the Sinner. I wanted to know how far you would go and how rough you could be. I wanted to give you what you needed, but it was too much. You’ll never be able to let go with me. It all came back … Viper … the assault.”
He cupped her face in his hands, stared into her eyes. “There is no Holt the Sinner. The only Holt is the one you know, and I want you in any way I can have you. If that was too much, we don’t do it again.”
Naiya covered his hands with her. “It’s not just that. I’m not a biker chick. I don’t want to be around bikers again. You need your brothers. You need a woman who loves the life and can give you what you want. That’s not me. I don’t want to be part of the club. When you go back to the Sinners, to Tank, I can’t go with you.”
“Then I won’t go.” He settled on the bed beside her and picked up the remote, casually flicking through the channels as if he hadn’t just decided to turn his back on a life he clearly loved and the brother who had openly wept when he found him.
“Seriously?” Her voice rose in pitch. “You’re just going to turn your back on them? For me?”
Holt shrugged. “You’re the best f*cking thing that’s happened to me. The only thing in my life that makes sense. Tank said the brothers came looking for me, but I don’t know if I believe him, and even if it’s true, I don’t know if I can go back. I’m a different man now. I got different goals. Viper’s after you, and I’m gonna protect you with my last dying breath.”
She shook her head, her momentary despair fading away beneath a mix of concern and exasperation. He needed to go back to his club, reconcile with his brothers, hear them out. That’s how things were supposed to go. After hating them for so long, he needed closure. How could he make a decision about the future when he hadn’t dealt with the past? How could she?
“Did anyone ever tell you that you have a flare for drama and a very irritating stubborn streak?”
“Tank.”
Naiya twisted her ring around her finger. “Tank who is even now probably sitting downstairs waiting for you to show? He was so excited about taking you back to the club. He loves you Holt. If you don’t go, it will tear him in two.”