“I don’t believe you.”
“Tough.” He walked over to where she sat, crouched down, took her hands in his, and held her still. She tried to tug out of his hold, but he simply held on to her. There was no way he was going to let her go. She wasn’t going to win this fight, not with him. “Romy means nothing to me.”
“She said she was supposed to be with you, that I ruined her life. She said her kids—”
“They were taken from her way before she ever came to my club. Her parental rights were revoked because she put them through hell. I have no respect for her. Don’t believe a single fucking lie she tells you.”
“Forge, please, stop.” She could say whatever she wanted, but he could see the relief on her face.
“I’m not going to stop. You’re mine.”
“Then why won’t you sleep with me?” She growled each word out, her eyebrows drawing inward as she frowned at him. “I know why. It’s because I’m too fat and you’ll never want to be with me.”
“You know what, I’m sick of this. Romy gets you in her grabby fucking hands for a matter of hours and you listen to all the spiteful shit she has to say, and what do I get, nothing? This is fucking bullshit.”
“You don’t even touch me.”
“I’ll have you know I’ve licked your pussy a couple of times, lovely, and I have no problem being with you. You want to know what I’m waiting for?” he asked.
“What?”
“I’m waiting for you to be comfortable being here. I’m used to women throwing themselves at me and all of the club. Women who are happy to be passed around on cock. Some of them even consider it a trophy, depending on the number of us she fucks.” He held her hands a little tighter, wanting her to know he wanted her. “When I’m around you, I have to control myself, Beth. I have to stop myself from tearing off your clothes and fucking you every chance I get. I want to be balls deep inside you. To feel your tight virgin cunt gripping me as I plow into you. That’s how strong I feel. That’s how much I want you. I can’t stop thinking about how good you’d feel to be wrapped around my dick. I want to sleep on your tits. In fact, I want to sleep inside you with my cum dripping down. I want it all with you.”
“I don’t believe you.” Her words were so faint, and her fire had been doused. He finally had her damn attention.
He stood up and placed her hand on his already stiffening cock. All it had taken were words and imagining being inside her to grow hard. “That’s how you make me feel. I have to control myself, and it’s not easy. I want to be in you so bad, but I’m not going to hurt you. When I do finally take your cherry, you’re going to be soaking wet. It will hurt, but I want you to want it, Beth. When I tear through you, and I want you begging me for more, and hungry for it all.”
“They said I was too much cushion. You could never want someone like me because of who I was.”
He kissed her hands. Romy was going to pay for all the doubt and pain she’d put in his woman. There was no fucking way he would let that kind of crap stand.
“I was never meant to be Romy’s. She was nothing more than a club whore, and I haven’t fucked her in a long time. Longer than before you turned up. Believe me, I don’t want her. I don’t care for her. She means nothing to me. The only woman I want and have ever cared about is you. I wanted to hurt everyone I came across when I knew you were missing. I thought you’d ran away.”
He had to admit that other things had run deep in his thoughts. Trust had never come naturally for him, and part of him wondered if the entire deal with Peterson trading Beth for his debt was real or a ploy. In moments of weakness, he doubted Beth, then he’d feel like an asshole.
“Why would I run away?”
“Your father gave you to me. You’re not supposed to be mine, Beth. You’re supposed to be someone else’s.”
He was trying to build up her fucking confidence, but where was his? Forge was an MC Prez, and this slip of a woman was making him doubt everything. Was she using him? Was all of this too good to be true?
“I do want to be with you. All the time. I don’t want this to stop.” She pressed her head against him. “I’m so sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry for?”