Page 93 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

“No, you weren’t. You thought I needed something from you, and I don’t. Want it? Hell yeah.”

She bites her lip. “I’m sorry I’ve made things awkward between us.”

Chuckling softly, I contradict her, “Nah, I think you’ve cleared the air. I want you as my old lady, but I’m prepared to wait. I was thinking you didn’t want me.”

“I do, oh, Niran, I do,” she cries. “I didn’t want you to think it was just for protection from Duke.”

“I was taking that as a way to stay close to you,” I admit. “But I’d hoped to persuade you to stay. Even when Duke’s finally out of the way.” I tug slightly and unbalance her. As she comes forward, I pull her into my arms. “I’ve never met a woman like you before. So fuckin’ strong.”

“Me strong?” She huffs. “You thought I was too weak to handle the truth about Duke.”

“I fucked up.” I meet her eyes. “Saffie, I thought it would be easy. Find Duke and put him in his rightful place—six fuckin’ feet under. Then time went on, and we couldn’t find him. It became too late to admit I’d been leading you on. I can’t promise I’ll never make mistakes again, as I said, I’m a man.”

She sighs. “I can see why you did it. You thought I couldn’t handle the truth.”

I play with a strand of her hair. “I was wrong. I think you can handle anything, Saffie. You’re still standing after all that you’ve been through. I admire the fuck out of you for that.”

When she looks surprised, I let her see the earnestness in my face. She shakes her head, before telling me, “I never even thought there were men like you.” She grimaces slightly. “One lesson I’ve learned is that not all bikers are the same.”

I take a deep breath and ask a question, “You going to be able to come back with me to San Diego?” One thing I know is I’ll never be able to turn my back on my club. There’s nothing I can do to repay them for saving my life, except give them my loyalty. But neither do I want to lose Saffie.

She doesn’t answer straight away. Her eyes close briefly, her throat works as she swallows a couple of times. Then what she says surprises me. “Why did one of your brothers have a woman tied up in his room?”

“What?” I reel back, wondering why she’s asking.

“I heard that night when I was in the clubhouse. One man asking another if he still had a bitch tied up.”

I emit a sound that’s halfway between a snort and a groan. “Oh hell, Saffie. That must have been Kink. He’s into BDSM in a big way. And anything he does is one hundred percent consensual. I assure you of that. If he had a girl restrained, then it’s only because she wanted to be.”

“BDSM? Bondage?” Her eyes widen.

“Uh-huh.”

“She was willing?”

“Absolutely.”

She pushes her face against my chest. “I don’t think I’d ever like to be restrained.”

Again, I chuckle. “No worries there. When the time’s right, there’ll be lots more games we can play.”

“Games?” She sounds surprised.

“Sure, babe. Sex should be fun.”

Without looking up, she shakes her head. “It’s never been fun for me.”

Oh hell. Well, I’ve got my work cut out for me. “I’ll be sure to make it that way. When the time’s right, Saffie.” And, I add to myself, when I’ve got one working leg.

She’s quiet for a moment, and I just enjoy her being close. Holding her in my arms but this time not for comfort, but with hopes of a future. It’s a while before she speaks again, and when she does, she surprises the fuck out of me. “I’ll come back to San Diego.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She places a hand against my cheek. “I trust you, Niran. I think perhaps more after what happened today. You could have taken what I offered.”

“Never think I don’t want to.” I stare at her intently.

She goes a delightful shade of pink and her eyes become hooded. “Can I kiss you again?”

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