The Psycho (The Soldiers of Anarchy 1)

I moaned and he carried on. “You are mine.”

I buried my head into his neck, kissing him, loving him as he pounded into me, stretching me in the best way. His piercing stroked me from the inside, creating sparks of ecstasy to pulse right through me and mind-numbing sensations to ripple through my pussy. I could feel my walls begin to clamp down on him, my orgasm threatening to break free.

“Hold it,” he commanded as he increased his pace, angling his hips and slamming into me harder, grinding into my core until I was a quivering wreck, begging him for release.

“I’m gonna come,” I cried, because I couldn’t hold back anymore.

But when he replied, “Come for me,” I let it all go, coming hard on his dick, pulsing and contracting as he moaned through his own orgasm.

We clung to each other, riding out the feeling of pure fucking euphoria. His hips were moving slower now, but still sliding into me. It was crazy but I felt worshiped by him. Adored. He’d come in here to teach me a lesson, or so he thought, but we’d done so much more than that. We were always drawn together; we couldn’t stay away. Given a choice between being out there with my friends or in here with him, I’d chose him every time.

When he eventually pulled out of me, he reached over to get some tissues to clean me up. I stayed still as he got to work, but when he whispered–“I love making you dirty”–I sighed. I loved it too. “I’ve marked you. Now they’ll all know to stay away from you. You are mine.”

“You marked me ages ago,” I said, leaning forward and kissing him, tasting him. “And I marked you.”

We were holding each other, lost in slow, lazy kisses, when I heard the main door to the bathroom open and then Emily’s voice saying, “Liv? Are you okay? You’ve been in here for ages. We were worried about you.”

I saw Adam’s eyes flare with something–challenge maybe–but I held my hand over his mouth as I answered, “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a bit. I just needed a break.”

“I’m sorry,” Emily said with a sigh. “I should never have told Ryan to bring someone. It was a stupid idea.”

“Yes, it was.” Adam’s eyes grew dark and menacing at my response. But I smirked and moved my hand away, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I don’t want to be set up, Em. I’m just fine as I am.”

“I know. I won’t do it again. I promise. I’ll go back outside, just… come out when you’re ready.”

We heard the door close again, and then Adam put his forehead against mine and said, “If you didn’t want to be alone today, I would’ve come with you.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Every person out there at that picnic hated Adam. Half of them wanted to kill him, and here he was, saying he’d have come along as my date if I’d asked him to.

“Yeah, no. I really can’t see that happening,” I joked but kept the twinkle in my eye and the smile on my face so as not to upset him.

“They’ll have to know about me sooner or later,” he added.

“And I’d prefer later. I like it as it is now. I like having a secret.”

He smiled back and nodded.

“I should ask how you knew I was here, but then I guess you have all manner of ways of tracking me. I’m not even sure I want to know what they are,” I said and watched as he shrugged his shoulders. He’d never give away his trade secrets. “I need to get back before they send Effy or Harper in here.”

I started to sort myself out, righting my clothes and running my fingers through my hair to smooth it down.

“You look beautiful,” Adam said, kissing me again and moving my hands from my hair to wrap them around his neck.

I indulged him for a few more seconds, but then I broke the kiss and told him, “Wait a minute or two before you come out. I don’t want them to see you. I think I’ve had enough drama for one day.”

He frowned, and I almost expected him to argue back, but then he seemed to soften slightly as he replied, “Fine. I’ll give you two minutes. And you can tell that pasty fucker out there to keep his hands to himself. No one touches my girl.”

I rolled my eyes at him and unlocked the door to the stall we were in. I washed my hands and looked at him through the mirror, leaning against the doorframe with his legs crossed and his arms folded. The smug expression on his face made me proud, but it also sparked something else in me and I turned to face him before I left.

“Just one more thing,” I said as I held the handle to the main door out of here and gave him a pointed stare. “If you ever question my loyalty again, you’ll be the one getting on your knees, proving to me who you belong to. I’m not a cheat and I never will be.”

He shook his head with a smile on his face and stared at the floor before looking back up at me.

“You’re fucking perfect, Olivia Cooper.”

“And you’re fucking mine, Adam Noble.”

And on that note, I turned and left.