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“Tell me what to do.”
Sariah gives me a small smile. “We’re not going to do anything. My husband and the club will.”
CHAPTER26
RAGE
TWO WEEKS LATER…
Running my fingers over the curve of Skye’s stomach has become a non-negotiable part of our morning routine. She lies against me, one arm draped over my chest, as I obsessively touch her.
It still doesn’t seem real that there’s life beneath my hand, even though I have seen our baby on a screen and heard its heartbeat. I haven’t done a lot of things right in my life. I know I’m not a good person, that there is darkness inside me—an evil, as my father told me—but this child gives me hope I can do at least one thing good in my life.
I know the odds are stacked against him or her. With a father like me, what chance does this baby have? But Skye gives me hope I can break the chains of the past.
“What are you thinking about?” The question doesn’t surprise me. Skye is empathetic when it comes to people she cares about.
Her muscles quiver under my fingers, and I pause my movement. “How much I love you both.”
She makes a happy little noise at the back of her throat, snuggling closer to my side. “We love you too.” I don’t need her to tell me this, but I can’t lie and say it doesn’t make me feel some kind of way.
My whole life, I felt adrift, like a rowing boat tossed about on rough seas. The club gave me my first direction, but I never really fit in London, though in truth, I didn’t try. I still had a giant chip on my shoulder. It was only when I came to Manchester that things turned around for me. I owe a lot of that to Howler, Blackjack, and Hawk. They never gave up on me, though there were times they definitely should have.
Skye coming into my life had at the time felt like an inconvenience, something that was going to ruin my position in the club, one that was tenuous to start with.
But she saved me, more so than the club had. She handed me oars while she steered the boat.
With a gentleness I never possessed before her, I pull her on top of me, waiting while she gets herself comfortable to straddle me. The dusky tips of her nipples beg to be in my mouth, but I settle on taking a handful of her breast in my hand, working my thumb over the hard bud.
She tilts her head back, her hair cascading down her spine like some sort of fucking goddess. “Feels good,” she mumbles, her eyes closed as she pushes against my palm.
“Beautiful.”
She lowers her head, her heated gaze locking onto mine as she reaches between us. The moment Skye’s fingers brush over my shaft, my hips twitch. That brief touch is enough to send heat rushing to my cock.
This girl… no, this woman… is embedded in every part of me in a way I never thought anyone could be. I place my hands behind my head, watching her face as she rubs the tip of my shaft through her wet folds.
I want to surge into her, force my cock deep into her waiting channel, but part of me also likes this side of her, the one where she takes control. I get the impression Skye has never had control of anything, not even whether she was going to have this child. That fucking psycho bitch, Scarlett, took that choice from her, and while I’m grateful our child will be born, Skye didn’t deserve what happened to her.
So, I don’t move, even though my balls ache and my self-control is hanging on by a frayed thread. I don’t look away from her as she positions the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly lowers herself onto me.
She drags in a breath as the tip slips inside her, leaning forwards on her palms to control the depth as she stretches around my girth.
It is pure torture the way she slides inch by inch down onto me, and as much as I want to give her control, mine slips. She’s barely halfway when I thrust my hips up, burying myself in her slick heat.
The gasps she makes are delicious, and she sags farther forwards onto her hands, as if her body has become liquid. I drag my hips back the few inches I have between her body and the mattress then slam back into her.
My thighs are going to burn if I keep this up, but she puts her hands on my chest and starts to ride me. I let my body relax, let her set the pace as she swirls her hips, forcing me impossibly deep inside her.
I let out a guttural groan while she whimpers, her nails digging into my chest, but she doesn’t stop her movement.
I am completely enthralled by her, obsessed. I never understood how my club brothers could be so turned around by their women, but I get it now. I understand completely because there are no lines I won’t cross when it comes to her. She has nightmares about what happened in that room, and so do I, but I would have chewed my own arm down to the bone to escape those ropes if I’d needed to. There is no world in which I’m willing to live without Skye.
My gaze drifts of its own accord to the line across the left side of her stomach, where Scarlett had tried to cut out our child. I hate that she was able to get that close, to mark her at all, but it’s a reminder that I will never fail again. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from everyone, including her fucking father.
The Frasers are helping us try to find Desmond Richardson, but that hasn’t been an easy task. That cunt is as slippery as a fucking eel. When I catch up to him, I’m going to gut him. Every little thing that has happened to Skye is his fault. He should’ve been a better father. He should’ve been the one to protect her from psycho Scarlett.
Skye’s movements slow before they stop completely, and her brows come together. “What’s wrong?”
