Page 99 of Dark Surrender

Refusing to back down, I hold my head up high and stare right into his soul. “She needs help.”

“No. She doesn’t.”

Not in the mood to argue, I try a different tactic. “I’m doing this.”

“The fuck you are. You are done with that life, sweetheart. Done. That is why you moved.”

“What about you?” I challenge.

“What about me?”

I shove his stomach for him to back up, but the jerk doesn’t budge. “So it’s okay for you to go, but not me?”

“This is my club. I’m in it for life. They call. I go.”

“Well, I’m a grown woman, and Kali needs help. It just so happens that it’s for your club.”

“It’s not safe, and you don’t owe Kali anything.”

“Do you think any part of my life has been safe? And isn’t she the mother of your sons?”

“Iris. Don’t fuckin’ go there.”

“Why? You’re fine with me being friends with your ex-wife, but only on your terms? No, it doesn’t work that way.”

“Jesus Christ.”

I jam a finger into his chest, right where I stabbed him with the chopsticks, and he shudders, then groans. “You’re not my boss.”

Dark’s forehead drops to mine, and he runs a hand down the side of my arm to my hand, where he opens my palm and places it right there, on the hard outline between his legs. It’s perfect just like the rest of this man, even if he’s bein’ an asshole.

“You’re fuckin’ killin’ me, sweetheart,” Dark groans.

“Work with me, not against me.”

“Listen, I know you’re capable. Fuck. I know that. But I won’t be able to think straight with you there.”

“That’s a you problem,” I toss right back with a dose of venom.

Forcing me to rub my palm up and down his erection, my belly flutters as a low, needy groan vibrates in Dark’s throat. His molars grind together as his breath quickens, bathing my face in warm air. “You fuckin’ own me.”

Emboldened by his words, I grip him through the denim. “Then show me,” I taunt, not knowing at all what I’m asking, but wanting it anyway. Whatever it is. Anything is better than fighting him.

My pussy aches as Dark steps back, breaking our contact long enough to unfasten his belt, undo his pants, pull out his thick cock, and drop to his knees at my feet, on the dirty, leaf-covered ground. His nose nuzzles me there, through the cotton of my dress. Heat seeps through the thin fabric as Dark moans.

“I’m gonna come,” he grunts as I cup the back of his head and hold him there, against me, breathing in my arousal as his hand flies over his shaft.

And I love it. Every second. Even if I shouldn’t. Even when he comes, dumping his seed all over the ground at my feet. I love it. For someone to be so turned on by me, they can’t control their desires. To want to protect me, so much so they’re willing to fight me on it. Nobody has fought for me before. Against me. Yes. But not for me. Not the real me.

Dark cleans up the best he can, and when he stands and tucks himself away, he’s right there, crowding my space. He takes my chin in his fingers and tips my head back. Our eyes clash, and he smiles before kissing me. It’s soft and delicious. My toes curl as he moans against my mouth. “I’ll support whatever you want,” he whispers. “Just don’t shut me out. We’re in this together. Yeah?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“We need to get back to the brothers before I change my mind and throw your sexy ass over my shoulder, and…” Dark trails off, shaking his head. Before I can ask what he was gonna say, he threads his fingers through mine, walks me back to the group, and lifts our combined hands in the air.

“This is Iris. She’s mine. Claimed. Ya got me?”

The big, darker-skinned man that I think I’ve seen before snickers as another guy with gray hair who looks a lot like he could be Sunshine’s cousin, or brother, reaches out to shake my hand.