Desired (Club Sin 3)

His head cocked in that sexy way, and that slow grin crossed his face. “Then you’re thinking wonderful, desirable things?”

“Well, of course.” She laughed.

He chuckled with her, then leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers in a modest kiss. When he broke away, his eyes searched hers. “You’re quiet tonight.”

Dammit.

Why did her mind have to be running wild? Here, in his arms, things were better than they’d ever been. Why couldn’t that be enough? Why did he want more of her, and why did she want more of him? Why couldn’t they just be content and have kept things casual and light?

She shrugged. “Just thinking, I guess.”

One brow lifted. “About?”

If this can work between us? I want all of you. You want all me. But somehow we’re just not getting there fast enough. “Just stuff.”

His gaze drifted over her shoulder, taking in the others within earshot. Then his soft eyes returned to hers. “Now isn’t the time to talk. But, tell me, is everything all right?”

She wiggled against him, running her hands up his chest, trying to remind them both of this side of their relationship. The uncomplicated part, where two bodies simply yearned for each other. “Yeah, I’m okay.” This passion is real, intense, and perfect. It’s the rest that’s a stinkin’ mess.

Tension creased the corners of his eyes. “Somehow I don’t believe you.”

She stilled in his arms as hardness formed in his features. Yet this was different, nothing she’d ever seen before. His eyes blazed in a possessive want. More and more, she saw that side of him. But more and more, she was beginning to wonder if it’d be enough. “For now, you’ll just have to.”

A frown pulled at his mouth and his lips parted to reply, when a sudden round of knocking sounded at her door. Loud knocking. Every head turned toward the door, and Ella’s blood ran ice cold. Now it wasn’t only knocking, someone was kicking the door and yelling.

Ella shut her eyes, cursing the damn fool who had allowed Rory into her building.

Bang. Knock. Bang. “Open the fucking door! You’re my damn wife!”

She froze, unable to move, as Kyler’s features slowly darkened. Oh, the possessiveness was palpable. The rage heady. Past the shock that Rory was beating down her door, embarrassment washed over Ella as she stepped out of Kyler’s arms.

Rubbing her hands over her arms, she looked from face to face, as everyone remained statue still. Presley had wide eyes, with her hands covering her mouth. Cora and Kenzie were glancing around, seemingly stunned. And all of the Club Sin Masters were looking to Kyler.

“Um,” Kenzie finally said, breaking through the thick silence between the loud bangs on the door. “Some crazy dude is at your door. Shouldn’t someone go handle that?”

The lack of movement in the room was nearly as awkward as the confusion in the moment. Thoughts rushed through Ella’s mind of some way to get out of this, but how could she? Her past and present collided together, and she couldn’t run.

Now everyone knows …

Why deny it?

They all got a firsthand view of how fucked up her life was. She should’ve known that the second things were good for her, something would ruin it all. It always happened. Nothing ever worked out. “He’s my husband,” she barely managed, moving to the door, since it now shook on his hinges.

Presley dropped her hands. “Wait. You’re married?”

Before Ella could reply, Kyler said with a stern voice, “Ella, stop right where you are.”

Her steps faltered and she hugged herself, shutting her eyes. Why?

For once, she had something good. She had new, amazing friends. She had a great guy in her life that she hoped could forget about Rory and her dark past. Curling around herself, she realized fate was a nasty bitch that for some reason had it out for her.

When Kyler’s warm body pressed against Ella’s from behind, she opened her eyes, staring at the shaking door. His soft voice came beside her ear. “Go over to Presley.”

She turned to him, but he wasn’t looking at her. His gaze was transfixed on the door. Doing as he asked, Ella went to Presley’s side. God, what must they all think of me? Every single person in this room seemed so put-together. So happy. So sure of themselves.

Presley took Ella’s hand, giving her a look. “Why would you not tell us about him?”

Ella parted her lips to give a reply, when suddenly Rory yelled, “That fucking scar won’t be the last one I leave on you! Let me the fuck in! You dirty cunt!”