Curse's Claim

Both of his hands rested on the wall on either side of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m keeping my hands where I can see them before I do something I regret like hurt you.”

Scared, Mia stared at his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Shut the f**k up.”

Nodding, she ran her fingers through her hair for something to do. She squealed as he grabbed her hand and placed then against the wall underneath his large hands.

“Some things are going to change around here, Mia,” he said.

“What do you mean?” She tried to keep her voice quiet so she wouldn’t anger him.

“From now on, you’re going to learn to accept me in your life. This is not going to be about sex or you trying to find some other woman to lure me away.” He covered her mouth with his palm as she went to argue with him. “No, shut the f**k up, you little bitch, before I seriously lose my temper.”

Mia couldn’t believe what he just called her.

You deserve it. You deserve everything he has to say and throw at you.

Licking her lips, she dropped her gaze from his.

“You’re going to learn to shut up and to stop arguing with me. I’m not going to deal with your crap. You ever force or even f**king tell another woman to sleep with me then I’ll have your f**king hide.” He cupped her check.

For some bizarre reason she wasn’t afraid of him even though he’d shouted threats to her.

“This is not what I want.”

“Your pu**y is wet for me,” he said.

“It means nothing.”

His eye brow rose as he looked at her. “You really think it means nothing?”

“Yes.”

She was lying. How could she not be lying? The feelings he inspired from the lust to the jealousy were not easily explained. Mia couldn’t deny what was happening to her even if she didn’t want it to be true.

“What’s so wrong with being with me?” he asked.

“You’re a biker.”

“And you’re talking bullshit.”

“You don’t know a thing about me or what I’m capable of,” she said, blurting the words out. Her dirty past threatened to spill out of her mouth at any moment. The secrets she kept were not for others to know. When Ashley was ready for others to know the truth about what happened to her then she’d come clean about her part. “Forget I ever said anything.”

She made to move around him, but he wouldn’t let her go. His hand went to her cheek and stayed there.

“No, you don’t get to leave.” His body trapped her. There was nowhere for her to hide. He was forcing her to face him. “Everyone has a past. Shit, I know some guys who’ve got so much of a past it gets other people killed.”

His voice shouldn’t soothe her or make her feel better.

“Fine, you don’t want to tell me then I’ll never know the answer. I’ve lived without explanations before, but I swear to you, Mia, you ever try to do that shit again, and me and you are going to have some serious f**king problems.”

He shoved away from her, heading toward the kitchen.

“Have you ever killed someone?” she asked.

Curse stopped and turned to look at her.

“You’ll have your secrets, and I’ll have mine.” This time he didn’t stop until he was out of sight.

She watched him go feeling like the worst bitch in the world. Walking down to the kitchen, she saw him grabbing stuff from the fridge. “Can I use your phone to call Ashley?”

“Sure.” He tossed the cell phone her way and left her to make the call.

Entering the sitting room, she typed in Ashley’s number.

“Hey, everything is covered here. Do you have Mia?” Ashley asked.

“It’s Mia. I’m with Curse, and everything is fine. I want to phone, to apologize for the shit I said.” Pressing a hand to her face, Mia was swamped by the humiliation of what had happened. The things she’d said were completely shameful. “I can’t believe I said what I said and did what I did. I’m sorry.”

“I love you, Mia. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I owe you so much. You know that, right?”

Shaking her head, Mia pressed a palm to her mouth. “I think I’m going crazy.”

“We’ll have a girly night soon, and we’ll deal with whatever you’re going through.”

Nodding, at that time she’d agree to anything. Minutes passed, and when they were both feeling better, Mia hung up the call and stared in front of her.

She was losing her mind. Every year it was getting harder, but there was nothing she could do about it. The secret she held within her would be carried to her grave.

Chapter Seven

For the next week Curse divided his time among Mia, her mother, and the club. Ripper was organizing a party for Judi at the clubhouse while Devil was dealing with his family. The whole club was settling into stationary life. The open road was no longer a factor in their life. They all loved to ride, and there were nights when they all took to the road just to clear their head.

Most of the time, Curse was too busy trying to get through to Mia when he wasn’t f**king her. He could spend hours inside her tight cunt, licking her pu**y, or preparing her ass, but the moment he tried to talk about anything more, she cut him off.

On the one hand it was refreshing to have a woman keep him at arms’ length, but on the other, he was getting pissed with fighting her. Mia was a challenge he didn’t want to have to deal with.

He saw the yearning in her eyes whenever she looked at him. Curse also saw when she pulled away from him, shutting down. Running fingers through his hair, he grabbed a wrench from the tool box and started to work on his bike. He liked using his hands, and working on his bike was much better than working on his car. Pussy came to stand beside him.

“What’s going on with you?” Pussy asked.

“Nothing. Why?” He didn’t bother to look at the other man. His attention was on his bike.

“Because you used to help me keep Ashley occupied in the sack, and now you don’t go near her. You don’t help Vincent, and none of the other club whores have been in your bed in a while. I’m curious. What gives? Is Mia the one? I know you were pissed at Jerry, but you’ve not made a claim on her or even brought her to the club?”

Standing up, Curse wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve. “I’m seeing someone. Yes, it’s Mia, but she’s not like any other woman I know. The club whores and Ashley don’t bother me anymore. I’ve got what I need in one package. Now, trying to convince my woman of that is f**king hard.”