Atonement (Angel's Halo MC 5)

“Hello, Raider.”

Fuck, her voice was enough to make me nut off in my jeans.

I dropped her wig and wrapped my other arm around her, pressing her front into my chest so no one else could see her perfect tits. Rage like I had never known flooded through me. I suddenly wanted to blow the damn club up, wanted to eviscerate every fucking man in the building who had dared to look at my female’s body.

I glanced over her head, mentally summing up how many men were in the room. At least two hundred. There was no way I could take them all on, but fuck, I would die trying.

Quinn’s nails bit into my sides. “You’re hurting me,” she muttered, trying to pull away from me.

I only tightened my hold, knowing good and well that I wasn’t hurting her even a little. She was just trying to get away.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” I growled. “You don’t have a top on. They’ve had enough of a show, baby. No one is ever going to get to see these gorgeous tits again but me.”

Both brows lifted toward the ceiling, a skeptical look filling her beautiful face. “Says who?”

“Says me.” I lowered my hands until I was gripping her ass in both palms, pressing her against my lower body so she couldn’t be in any doubt exactly how affected I was by her. The first time with her wasn’t nearly enough for me. I needed more. Craved more. Demanded more. “What the fucking hell are you doing here?”

She shrugged, making her pretty tits shift against my chest. My breath hissed out between my teeth as I tried to contain my reaction to her.

“This is my second job,” she told me with a tilt of her head that was ten times sassier than she had ever been with me in the past. She had grown some claws while I had been away, and I reluctantly admitted to myself that I liked it.

A lot.

Sweet, slightly feisty Quinn had been an enigma to me. This firecracker of a kitten was so much hotter that I was having a hard time keeping my dick in my pants. It was threatening to burst through my zipper, no doubt crippling me in the process. If it meant I got to put it in her wet tightness, then I wouldn’t have cared. If all I had was one more go with my cock, as long as it was with her, I wouldn’t even hesitate to use it.

Around us, the other guys in the crowd were getting rowdy, wanting Quinn to continue to dance.

“Why does he get to touch her?” I heard one of the many motherfuckers close to the stage whine like he was a petulantly five-year-old.

“Go fuck yourself, you little bitch,” I snarled in his direction before shooting another a cold glare over the top of her head before giving her my full attention again.

“Why do you need a second job?” I gritted out.

Another shrug of her shoulders. “Everyone needs a little extra money every now and then, Raider.”

Her sassy mouth and snippy words were pissing me off and turning me on that much more. I tightened my fingers on her ass. Sassy she might be, sassy I might even like, but even I could tell she wasn’t telling me the full truth.

“You got money problems, sweetheart?” I lowered my head, letting the day-old scruff on my chin carefully scrape across her soft cheek as I pressed my lips to her ear. “Just say the word and I’ll hand over whatever you need. I’ll take care of you, Quinn.”

She couldn’t hide her tremble, or the way her eyes dilated as I let my chin brush against her skin when I pulled back. Goddamn, but I loved the way her blue eyes sparkled with need for me.

Mentally, I called myself a hundred different kinds of fool all over again. All those fucking years I had wasted, all because I had stupidly thought I couldn’t stay faithful to her.

Now I knew the truth. Tonight had only confirmed it more. Quinn was my one. She would be my only.

Then, right before my eyes, the sparkle of need in her eyes turned to a cold fire before she tried to pull back from me again, this time with more force.

“I don’t want, nor do I need you to take care of me. Take your own advice, Raider, and go fuck yourself.”

I didn’t release her, but I didn’t tighten my hold, either, not wanting her to think that I was holding her prisoner or anything. I just didn’t want anyone else to see her tits. It would only sign these men’s death warrants if they did.

I heard heels click against the floor of the stage and half turned my head to find Topaz and Kelli walking toward us. I shot the older woman a hard look before turning the full-force of my rage on the fake redhead. “My brother know about this shit?”

She tilted her head up much the same way Quinn just had. “Do I look stupid to you?”

“You look dead to me,” I snarled at her. “This is a line you should never have crossed.”

“Leave her alone,” Quinn snapped at me, pushing against my chest now, since pulling away had gotten her nowhere. “I’m an adult, for fuck’s sake. I can do whatever the hell I want without needing anyone’s permission. Least of all yours or your brothers.”