Dauntless (Sons of Templar MC #5)(111)

I leaned down to his jeans to unbutton them, my hand shaking as arousal pulsed through my body.

He grunted when I freed him, when I stroked my hand down his smooth skin.

All the while I was looking at him, into the gaze that had turned feral with desire. I had to stay anchored with his eyes in order not to wander from that room. Get taken back into the past. So I kept his gaze as I lowered down.

“Becky,” he hissed. “Are you ready for me?” His voice was almost unrecognizable with desire, but the concern was evident.

He was worried. Because it had been a while and there had been no foreplay. But there had. I was primed.

“I’m ready.”

Then I lowered myself onto his lap, guided him inside. We both sucked in breath at the same time. My body both rejoiced and revolted at the intrusion. The feeling of fullness.

It was a battle between the pleasure and the pain. The wrong and the right. Because the corners of my mind danced with demons, with the feeling of filth that came with his intrusion.

“Becky?”

I blinked the demons away.

And I won.

Just like that.

I still felt filthy at the edges, but I could handle it. It mingled with the pleasure and gave me something new, something that was so good it was bad. So evil it was good.

“I’m good,” I whispered.

Then I moved.

And it was beyond anything.

Because I had control. I found it. I owned my body.

But Gabriel owned my soul.

The good, the bad, and the ugly.





Chapter Twenty-Six





“Revenge is never stupid, darlin’. It’s the single most satisfying thing in the world.”

-JR Ewing



Three weeks later



I was driving, so I didn’t pay attention to the number on the screen until I answered it.

“Don’t hang up” was the first thing Nat pleaded.

I was tempted, sorely tempted. One of the rules of the meetings Gage and I went to every week was not to associate with people from your old life. The toxic people. It was safe to say I hated rules, but this one kind of made sense. Hanging with the girl who introduced me to sex, drugs, and destruction wasn’t high on my to-do list. But I hesitated because, despite that, Nat was a friend. A kindred soul. She had her own shit she was running from. She wasn’t a bad person. Most drug addicts weren’t bad people. Mostly they were normal people who made a lot of bad decisions.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t,” I said.

“Because I know where Carlos is.”

I slammed on my brakes so hard I almost smacked my head on the steering wheel. Luckily there was no one immediately behind me or my shitty car most likely would have fallen apart around me.

I guessed that was why it was against the law to talk on the phone and drive. Made sense now.

I pulled to the shoulder and didn’t miss that my constant shadow did the same. I was surprised he didn’t rear-end me.

“What?” I hissed, once I was safely stationary.

“I know what he did to you and that your boyfriend’s club has pretty much scorched everyone who had a hand in taking you right off the face of the earth.”

She was right. I’d seen some of their handiwork up close and personal. Got my own hands dirty. With the good kind of dirt.

Things had calmed down a little since the whole car bombing thing, but everyone was on high alert. Gabriel called me about a thousand times a day, plus visited the club multiple times, despite the fact he had someone ‘on me’ whenever he wasn’t ‘on me.’ Which was, since that night, a lot.

I wasn’t entirely back to myself sexually, and the prospect of the cuffs still sickened me, but that didn’t mean I didn’t indulge in my addiction daily. Multiple times every day.

The cuffs were still used. It seemed my dominator sure liked me rendering him helpless.

I kind of liked it too.

I didn’t like being followed everywhere and having my whereabouts known every second, but Gabriel was concrete on that score.

Carlos and that Devlin guy were still on the loose, which pissed Gabriel right off. Understatement of the century. I wasn’t too hot on it either, but I was trying to live my life. The one I was just getting back. And actually liking.

So obviously this had to happen.

“And I hate him for what he did to you,” Nat continued on a whisper. “And for what he’s doing to everyone else.”

I didn’t miss how her voice shook. “Everyone else?”

“Yeah. He’s making sure all his girls are soliciting and hooked on drugs.” I heard a sniff on the other side of the phone. “He owns us, Bex. And I don’t want anyone to own me anymore. So I thought if I told you where he was, your boyfriend and his club….”

I didn’t miss her meaning.

“Where is he?” I snapped.

“Aimless,” she whispered, referring to the bar which had been my old haunt. “He’s only with one other guy. Tyson, I think.”

“Okay.” I was about to hang up when I stopped. “Nat, he doesn’t own you. Neither does that shit you put in your body. You own you.” And then I hung up.

I checked my bag for my gun.

Satisfied, I pulled back onto the road.