ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(46)

Something else that was new for me, and something that had my cock dripping with precum, was the notion that Rage, the girl I was about to f*ck and make mine, was possibly a virgin. Before the realization hit me that she could be innocent, I was about to take her like a savage on the beach. I’d planned to flip her over and f*ck her hard until she was screaming and choking on the f*cking sand.

As much as I hated the screaming kid for interrupting us, I was grateful too. I needed to make sure every second of f*cking Rage was as amazing for her as I knew it was going to be for me.

So good she will never try and leave again.

If I’d learned anything after her attempt to run away, it was that there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep her.

Anything.

We still had some truths to share, but it was going to have to wait, because it was time to show her that she belonged to me, and no matter how much distance she thought she could put between us, that fact wasn’t going to change.

I hit the throttle and raced down the beach to the cottage with only the girl in front of me on my mind.

I planned on spending the rest of the day showing her one truth though. The truth that I’d known since the day we met. The one I felt in my gut and understood better than anything I’ve ever understood in my entire life.

She was mine.





CHAPTER NINETEEN




Rage


Nolan is a Wolf Warrior.

This thought ran through my mind over and over and over again as we drove back to the cottage.

How did I not know? Why didn’t Smoke tell me?

Joker, the Warrior’s Vice President, was someone I’d done a lot of work for in the past. Someone who didn’t care for me very much since I’d flat out refused to work solely for him. He was among the handful of people who knew not only who I was, but what I looked like.

Nolan parked the ATV in the storage area under the cottage, where a section of lattice had been removed and was leaning up against the side of the house. He cut the engine and lifted me off the seat, carrying me up the steps. “Put me down,” I said, pounding on his bare chest. “You’re going to hurt your leg again,” I told him, but he ignored me, grunting his argument as he continued to carry me, not setting me down until after he’d kicked open the door of the bedroom.

The second my feet hit the carpet, he slammed the door shut and spun me around against it. He parted my knees and pushed himself between my legs. He was still hard. My head fell back against the door and I closed my eyes as he forcefully rocked into me. His cock sliding up and down against my core. My legs shook with anticipation. My entire body was awash in unfamiliar sensations.

Unfamiliar that was, until Nolan.

“Open your f*cking eyes,” he commanded. As much as I told myself I hated when Nolan bossed me around, it was yet another thing he’d been right about. When I responded to his demands, my body responded to being ordered. Humming and buzzing like a street light at dusk.

“I need…answers,” I moaned, swallowing hard as Nolan continued his assault on my senses by grinding harder against me, grabbing the back of my neck and covering my hips with his. Punishing. Bruising. He explored my mouth with his tongue, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth.

“Answers later,” he said, pulling back slightly. “But only after I show you who it is you belong to.” Nolan snaked his hands up the backs of my thighs, cupping my ass and digging his fingers into my flesh. I let out a yelp when he lifted me up off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him. He reached up a hand and slid the tie holding my ponytail out of my hair. It felt cold as my still wet hair fell around my shoulders.

I should have argued with him. Told him that there were too many questions between us to continue without answers, but then he dipped his head down and bit my nipple through my dress, grazing it slightly with his teeth. All rational thought was gone. In its place was the new life Nolan was breathing into my body and into the two other places in me I’d thought were long dead.

My soul.

My heart.

Both alive and well, heating my blood from within.

It was the thought of heat that caused me to remember my cheek, the sting from his slap fresh on my still-tingling skin.

I raised my hand, and without any warning, I slapped Nolan across the face.

Hard.

He turned his head away from me in the direction I’d hit him. My stomach flipped, unsure what his reaction would be.

Not caring.

“That’s for slapping me,” I said between my teeth, relishing in the feel of the sting now on my palm instead of my cheek.

Nolan turned back around to face me and not even his dimple, which was on full display, could lessen the evil look in his eyes or the crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His skin reddened, the mark taking on the shape of my hand. He chuckled, low and deep. His eyes glistened. Dark and mysterious. A mixture of anger and lust.

“You’re gonna pay for that, little girl,” Nolan warned. His voice was scratchy and throaty. He growled. Something about the primitive sound sent a spark of desire between my legs. I tried to push my thighs together. To find some sort of relief, but all I managed to do was hold Nolan’s hard thigh and even harder erection between my legs, rubbing my core against him. “More,” I demanded, hoping he’d know what it was I was asking for.

Because I wasn’t sure I did.