Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

She swallowed.

“Baby, look at me.” She lifted her eyes to his. His hand slowly slid up her breastbone to her throat to grasp her jaw. “What is it you want from me?”

“I want to know what I mean to you.”

“Everything,” he replied with no hesitation.

She blinked. “It doesn’t feel that way.”

“How does it feel?”

“If I mean something to you-”

“Not something, Natalie. Everything.”

“Then why are we still stuck in the same spot we were in a year ago?”

He reared back, staring at her. “You want my ink? Is that what this is about? You want me to mark you as mine? You ready for that? You even know what that means?”

“Maybe not ink. Maybe a ring. Hell, Mack, we don’t even live together. There’s nothing that says I’m yours.”

“I say your mine.”

“Mack, you think it’s that easy?”

“Yeah, baby. It’s that easy.”

She shoved against him again. “Let me go.”

“No.”

She shoved again. “Yes, Mack. I’m done.”

“Done? What do you mean you’re done?”

“Done. D-O-N-E. Done.”

“I say when we’re done, N

atalie. And we are not done.”

“You’re a possessive asshole.”

“Yeah, and don’t you ever forget it, darlin’.”

“You can’t control me. Hell, you can’t even control your own men.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. That got him. She watched the fire in his eyes turn to ice in an instant.

“Say again?”

Her mouth clamped shut. Shit, she’d gone too far.

“Explain that.”

She shrugged. “Stuff goes on. You don’t know about all of it,” she confessed, hoping he’d drop it.

“You do not keep shit from me. You know something, you’d better tell me. Right fucking now, Natalie.”

“Mack-”