Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(65)

“Don’t do that! You don’t get to do that. You don’t have the right.”

I push the button to stop the elevator. I grab her hand and hold it over her head, which lifts her other one, since it’s still cuffed to mine, and I push into her tightly so she’s trapped by me and the wall, unable to move.

“What don’t I have the right to do, Katie? Tell me. Shouldn’t I be upset because the woman I love is running from me and trying to push me away?”

“You don’t get the right to act like I’m the one hurting you! I never promised you anything more than I gave you. I never used what we had together against you!”

“That’s right, sweetness. You never promised me anything more than your *, right? That’s all you ever invested. How can you use anything against me? I mean, all I was to you was a real life vibrator.”

“You’re overselling yourself,” she hurls back. “My vibrator is better.”

“We’ll just see about that.” My hand goes to her pants to undo them.

“What? What are you doing??” she shrieks.

“Giving you one last time to compare the two,” I snarl back, pushing her clothes down over her hips.

“I am not making love to you!”

“Making love has nothing to do with what I am going to do to you.”

“You’re crazy! If you do this, it’s rape!”

“And you’re full of shit,” I tell her, undoing my pants.

“I’m serious! Don’t do this, Torch!”

“Stop calling me Torch!”

“It’s your name! Stop it! Oh my God!” she hisses, trying to run away from me when I push my fingers through the lips of her *. Hot, wet heat gathers on my hand immediately. She’s f*cking drenched and I’ve done nothing.

“You might be saying no, but your body sure as f*ck isn’t,” I tell her, my voice firm but quiet. “You’re so wet, it’s painted on the inside of your thighs.”

“The bellboy we met in the hall was hot. It’s all for him.”

“Well, since he’s not here, I’ll just take it,” I tell her, and for some reason, I’m smiling. Maybe it’s because I thrust my fingers into her at that exact moment and my lips swallow the gasp that leaves her lips.





Hunter’s fingers thrust into me at the same moment he takes my mouth. His tongue wraps around mine and I try not to kiss him. I truly do. But, he’s right. I do want him. I’ve wanted him from the first moment I saw him at the bar. I may always want him. I think my fate has been sealed.

He says he never means to turn me and Beth over to Colin, and I even believe that. Maybe I’m a fool. Maybe I’m completely and utterly fooling myself, but I believe him. So, maybe that’s why I kiss him back. Maybe I just need his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. Who knows?

All I know is that with one touch, he sets me off. I pull on my hands, wanting them loose so I can touch him. He doesn’t let me, though. If anything, his hold tightens. He breaks away from my mouth, and I’m panting when he looks at me.

“Give me the words, Katie.”

“I hate you,” I tell him, even though I don’t, even though I’m pretty f*cking sure I’m utterly and completely in love with him.

His fingers still inside of me, I tighten my muscles on them, nudging him with my hips to try and get more. I squirm, twisting and trying to get him to move. Nothing works.

“The words, sweetness, or this is all you get.”

“You’re an *.”

“I know.”

His easy acceptance trips me up. I wasn’t expecting it.

“You hurt me.”

“I know that too, Katie, and I’m so f*cking sorry.”

Something else I wasn’t expecting from him. It annoys me that he’s being this way. I don’t want it. It would be easy to walk away from him if he remained an ass and all of this just boiled down to sex. With that, I might be able to forget what we shared the night before I left. The night before his words… destroyed me.

“Are we going to have a heart-to-heart with your fingers inside me?”

“If that’s what it takes,” he mutters.

“I’d rather you f*ck me.”

“That’s going to happen too, eventually.”

“You let Skull hear things I told you. Just you. You betrayed me.”

“I was just trying to reach Skull, sweetness. I thought, if he could hear the reasons behind Beth’s choices, then… Fuck! I don’t know what I was thinking. I was trying to help. I needed for Skull and Beth to be okay, because—”

“Because?” I prompt, knowing that what he says matters. What happens between us hinges on what happens here in this elevator.

“I’m not giving you up, Katie. I’m not letting you go. If I have to keep you chained to me for the next twenty years, that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

“What does that have to do with Skull and Beth? We aren’t them!”

“Exactly! You would give the world hell and face anything head-on with me. Beth didn’t do that. That’s on her. Her choices destroyed Skull, and the shit he’s pulling, that’s on him! They’re tearing each other apart and I wanted to try and fix it because I knew!”