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Locke (Corps Security #5)(14)
Author: Harper Sloan

She cries softly, and at this point, I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve given her this moment or because she’s still scared from my nightmare.  Her small hands dig into the skin on my chest and it feels like she is trying to fuse our bodies together.  I lean back against the pillows and let her have this time to calm down.  After a few minutes of silence, she lifts up, her hands still firmly pressed against my chest, her eyes imploring.

“Em,” I whisper, not sure where to even begin.

She doesn’t even hesitate before reaching up and framing my head between her hands.  Her thumbs take a sweep against my cheek before her lips press against mine.  Hesitantly at first, unsure if I’m going to push her away, before allowing herself to take what she wants.

I reach out and pull her by her slim hips to straddle my waist, not even caring that there is nothing but my thin boxer briefs separating us.  She moans when my erection presses against her core.  The heat of her pussy settled against my lap is almost enough for me to come on the spot.

With a growl, I deepen the kiss, taking it to a level of predatory ownership.  Our tongues swirl together, her breath mixing with my own and our mouths doing all the talking for us.

In this moment, she owns me.  Everything I’ve been denying us both comes to a screeching halt.

I allow myself this moment.  I allow her this moment and pray that, when the sun comes up in the morning, she doesn’t hate me for pushing her away again.

Chapter 8—Emmy

When I wake up to Maddox’s screaming and shaking in the bed, my first thought is that I have to be dreaming.  Then the events that led up to us being in the same bed come rushing back.  It’s been weeks since I’ve allowed myself just a second of rest, so it’s not a shock that, the second I got around the one person who I know deep down would never let harm come to me, I crashed.

The noises that are coming from his throat are tearing me to pieces.  I forget the hell that will be waiting for me when I return to Syn and focus on the broken man who needs me now.  I just pray that he will let himself take what I so desperately offer him.

The second he lets his walls down and our lips meet, I know that every feeling I thought I would feel when he finally let me in isn’t even a fraction of the reality.   I feel alive for the first time in months.  Hell, maybe for the first time in my life.  When I decided to let him go, I never thought that this moment would come to fruition.  I never let myself believe that it would happen.

His fingers curl into my hips, and I jump when he hits my sore spots—crying out when the pain rips through my middle.

And just like that, the moment is gone.

He pulls his mouth from mine and searches my eyes for the cause of my whimper.  One clearly pain-derived and not because I can feel him hot against my core.

“Did I hurt you?”

I should lie.  I know even before the words leave my lips that the moment is gone.

“It’s nothing,” I say in the hopes that he will drop it.

“You don’t have a reaction like that over nothing, Emmy.”

He snaps the light beside the bed on and gently pushes me back some from his chest.  He lifts my shirt up at the hem, and I close my eyes when I feel his fingers trace the bruising around my sides.  He is silent for the longest time, but I don’t open my eyes.

“Who fucking did this to you?”  His voice breaks through the silence, and just the sound of his rage makes me flinch.

“Maddox, please…  It’s nothing.”

He leans in, his nose just inches from mine, and looks me in the eyes.  “It isn’t nothing, Emmy.  There are goddamn handprints all over your hips.  This is as far from nothing as it gets.  I won’t ask you again, Emmy.  Who did this to you?”

I squirm in his lap, trying to get some distance from him, but his arms wrap around my middle and hold me hostage.

“It was an accident?”

His nostrils flare, and I watch as his eyes darken even more.

“I fell?”

His jaw ticks.

“I—”

“Swear to Christ, if you feed me another line of bullshit, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass, Emersyn.”

Holy shit.

“It was…Shawn.”  I sigh and cringe when I remember the night I came back to the club and the welcome home from him I got.  I don’t know why I thought that he would have left me alone.  I might be older now, but with The Ram ready to retire, Shawn is even more powerful at the club.  Ivy is still strutting her old ass around the floor like she’s twenty.  The Ram sticks to the bar or his office, not giving a damn about what goes on around him.  Now that his Princess of Syn has come home licking her wounds, he could care less what happens as long as the money is flowing.

But Shawn.  He is like a piece of gum you can’t get off your shoe.  The evil that was only simmering in him years before has now grown to insurmountable levels.  He no longer cares who catches him fucking unwilling dancers in the back.  Clearly, since he raped me the first night I had come back and didn’t even stop when Ivy walked into the room.  She looked right at my tear-streaked face and cocked her head like she couldn’t understand what she was seeing.  Shawn just laughed and took me harder.

“Who the fuck is Shawn?” he snarls.

How do I explain Shawn?  “He-he’s… I’m not sure how to answer that, Maddox,” I tell him honestly.

“Explain,” he demands.

I hold his eyes for a few beats before scooting off his lap and folding my legs next to where he is lying.  “Shawn is the manager of Syn.  The Ram—my father’s right hand…and my worst nightmare.”

The veins along his neck pulse with his anger as I wait him out, praying that he doesn’t ask the questions I know will follow.  I have wanted nothing more than him to open up to me, so it’s only fair that I play by the same rules.  Even if the truth is as ugly as it gets.

“You know my parents own Syn, right?”  At his nod, I continue.  “I was put into dance when I turned two.  The cute little beginner classes every little girl dreams of taking,” I laugh without mirth.  “Those turned into advanced classes as the years went on.  I’ve been trained in just about every form of dance there is.  And all of that was for one thing—so that I would take over the club as headline dancer and my parents could sit back and keep making money.  But according the The Ram, no princess can rule without her prince, and to him, my prince is Shawn.”

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