In my head
910 Words
Grave
Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough.
Because she wasn’t her.
Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous f*****g eyes.
I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.
“Right there,” the blonde whimpered breathlessly.
“Shit.” I pulled away from her and grabbed the condom, tossing it into the trash. The girl blinked at me in confusion while trying to catch her breath.
“Get out,” I muttered.
“What?” she frowned.
“You heard me.”
Her face hardened slightly, embarrassed pride kicking in. She grabbed her dress from the floor and started getting dressed quickly.
“You’re an asshole, Grave.”
I shrugged. Nothing new.
She rolled her eyes and slammed the door behind her on the way out. The second she left, the room felt empty again.
I dragged a hand over my face. This was getting out of hand. I had women whenever I wanted. Always had. But suddenly none of them did a damn thing for me anymore.
Not after her.
Not after Lyra.
I stood up with another curse and headed toward the shower. Cold water blasted against my skin while I braced my hands against the wall, trying to get my head straight.
She was supposed to be the enemy, but I can't stop thinking about doing things to her the devil wouldn’t be too happy about. And somehow that only made me want her more.
I shut my eyes, gripping the wall tighter as thoughts of her flooded my head again. The way she touched my chest yesterday. The way she challenged me without fear. The way she looked at me like she already knew she could ruin me.
“f**k,” I muttered under my breath. I played with my junk for a minute, with images of her flooding my head.
By the time I got out of the shower, I was more irritated than before.
The brothers were already gathered around the long table by the time I walked into the room. Havoc, Spider, Storm, Reaper, and the others immediately straightened up.
Killian sat near the end looking half asleep as usual.
Useless.
“Shipment arrives Friday night,” Spider started. “But Kane’s boys have been moving closer to the border again.”
“Let them,” I said calmly, sitting down. “Nobody moves until I say so.”
Storm leaned back in her chair. “You think Kane’s planning something?”
“Kane is always planning something.”
“And Lyra?” Havoc asked carefully.
The room went quiet instantly.
I lit a cigarette slowly before answering.
“What about her?” I questioned, more like daring them to say something.
Storm studied me carefully but didn’t say anything. Smart girl.
The meeting dragged on for another hour, but honestly, I barely heard half of it. My mind kept drifting back to Lyra. To the way she looked at me outside like she wanted to challenge God himself.
When the meeting finally ended, I grabbed my keys and headed for my bike.
I needed air.
The engine roared beneath me as I tore through the empty highway, wind slamming against my chest hard enough to clear my thoughts for a few minutes. Riding had always been the only thing that shut my head up.
Tonight it barely helped.
Every road somehow led back to her.
By the time I returned to the clubhouse, it was past midnight. The music downstairs had died down slightly, most of the brothers either drunk or passed out somewhere.
I walked upstairs toward my room, only to stop when I noticed someone sitting outside my door.
Sophia.
Well damn.
She looked up from her phone and smirked slowly. “He lives.”
I sighed tiredly. “What do you want?”
“That’s rude.” She stood up, smoothing down her black dress. “Can’t a girl visit her favorite bad boy?”
Sophia had been around for years. Beautiful, crazy, and completely allergic to commitment. Which was exactly why we worked.
Or used to work.
“I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“That’s never stopped you before.”
She walked closer confidently, fingers sliding over my cut before resting against my chest. Usually that would’ve led somewhere.
But the second she touched me, another face flashed in my head. I groaned but grabbed her. She yelped but giggled. She’s always been a freak. Guess that’s why I liked her.
I needed to get off.
Kicking the door open with my leg, I didn’t care if the door was locked. My boys were used to this.
I tore her clothes off and sucked on her boobs. They’ve always been sensitive, and they make her wet faster.
Pushing her against the wall, I buried myself inside her. She moaned with her eyes closed.
This felt familiar but wrong.
I watched my c**k go in and out of her, then I turned and met certain dangerous eyes.
She was watching us.
She didn’t look alarmed or shocked, but she looked…
Turned on.
I smirked.
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