Page 38 of Lies Beneath Secrets

“What the fuck does that mean?” she asks slowly as if she didn’t understand the words.

“We just voted on?—”

“Answer the fucking question, Conner!” she yells, interrupting me.

“Let me explain!” I yell back. She might only be five feet tall but damn, she’s a fucking firecracker. She’s about to go off too. “We voted to let you become part of the club. That means you stay here. The club owns you.”

“Like I’m a fucking stray dog or something?” Her voice hasn’t gone down any less, and she’s pacing now, that thumb of hers digging into her palm. I’m going to fucking hell.

“No. Jesus. You just can’t leave, all right? You aren’t going back to your fucking life, Lauren. Okay? I’m sorry for this whole mess, but I won’t be sorry about the fact you’re still breathing!” Lauren jerks back as if I slapped her, then tries to walk away from me. She gets to the door before I’m able to grab hold of her.

“Let me go!” she shouts, kicking her legs when I lift her off the floor. “Conner!”

“It’s, Con, baby. Stop fucking calling me Conner,” I hiss and carry a clearly pissed-off Lauren down the hallway of the clubhouse.

“How about asshole? Because that’s what you are! A fucking asshole!” She lands one good hard kick right on my knee, and I damn near fall to the ground before I reach the door I’m looking for.

“As long as it ain’t Conner, go for it.” I manage to get the door open and bring her inside, tossing her onto the bed. She bounces but rebounds quickly. Her little body jumps up and tries to make a dash for the door. I’m ready for it and grip her waist, pulling her back flush against my chest. She struggles a little more until I wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing slightly. My other hand finds the hem of her jeans, flicks them open, and dips inside. It may be an awkward position with our height difference, but I find what I’m looking for. Her pussy is completely soaked. “You like fighting?” I whisper into her ear.

“Fuck you,” she hisses.

“You want me to?” I drag my teeth along her jawline, making her moan before turning her face just enough to plant a kiss on her mouth. She gives in only for a moment before biting my lip and pulling away. “That only turns me on more, baby.” My fingers plunge into her. “Seems the feeling is mutual.” She tightens around my fingers, coating me further with her arousal.

“Con,” she moans as I pull back and swirl some of the slickness around her clit before going back for more.

“That’s it,” I praise her, keeping up with the rhythm. Right when I think she’s about to let go, I pull away and toss her onto the bed again. This time, she doesn’t get back up. This time, she lets me tug off them jeans of hers and push my cock deep inside her.

“You’re such an asshole,” she whimpers between thrusts.

“I know, baby. I know.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT

Lauren

I lie in bed looking at the door Con went through about an hour ago. After I had lost my shit on the man, he brought me back here and fucked me good and hard. Only once though. I think he knew I couldn’t tolerate any more than that. I was so fucking mad at him. I still am, just a little bit calmer. He didn’t say anything after we were done. Just buttoned up his jeans, covered me with a blanket, and left. I didn’t miss the locking of the door when he closed it either.

I’m a prisoner now. With Con bringing me to this room, then distracting me with his massive dick whilebeinga massive dick, I had briefly forgotten about everything that had just taken place. Now though, things are coming back, full force. I do my best to shake off the feeling of King’s hands on me. Of all those eyes leering at my naked body, watching as King held me down.

I sit up in bed and force myself to look around the room as a distraction. Something Dr. Brooks taught me to do when I feel overwhelmed. Sitting across from me is a dresser and on top is a candle. Right next to it?

A lighter.

“Fuck,” I whisper into the room and force my gaze away from the lighter. “Lamp,” I say aloud when my eyes land on the side table. “Lamp. Lamp,” I repeat, then try to find something else. “Door. Door. Door.” Then I come back to the lighter. “Fuck!” I shout and get up from the bed, heart pounding in my chest. A tear rolls down my cheek as I flick the lighter to life. I watch the flame dance as I drop to the floor. My breathing comes faster now, along with the tears, and I can’t take much more of it.

I let go of the small red button on the lighter and press the now-hot metal to my inner thigh, letting out a heavy sigh. I hold it there until the door to the room opens up. “Shit.” I jump up from the floor and put my hands behind my back.

“Are you okay?” Con asks, standing there, concern etched on his face. I don’t know if he saw me or not, so I nod.

“I’m okay.” It’s a complete lie that he sees right through because he’s closing the door behind him and walking my way. I take one step backward and hit the wall.

“Try again,” he demands, coming to a stop in front of me.

“Can I shower?” He eyes me for a moment, then nods.

“There’s one through this door.” He points at a door I didn’t notice when trying to calm myself. “Can I have the lighter?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. I’m standing here in front of this man with only a ripped tee shirt on and a fresh burn on my inner thigh.

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