Page 67 of Lust

“You show anyone that footage Prince?” I growled and his answer would depend on whether he kept breathing or not.

It wasn’t his answer, the members around me answered for me. They all went tense.

I sneer in his face. What a low bastard. “You fucking did, didn’t you?”

And everyone in the room knows now. Prince is going to pay the price for watching my sex life. Let alone showing others the footage. I know these men. They would have masturbated over Ivory. I take one hand off him and grab a beer bottle, smashing it down on the bar, breaking it.

He had shown other members. Other men had seen the way Ivory had come undone that night. And I see red—and think Prince doesn’t deserve to see at all.

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Sittingin Elle’s guest bed, with a cigarette burning between my fingers. I’m just staring across the room. Chopper ended up ripping me off Prince. Because I had lost control over my limited temper. I had let the monster inside me come out. The one I normally kept controlled.

I had accepted what I had done to Prince. I just put it down to the fact, that a man with a tattoo sayingqui furabatur vitaewhich is Latin on my skin or as it translates in English to Life Stealer. I did just that, take from the world of lives.

But Prince was still breathing. However his quality of life will never be the same. And most people wouldn’t be able to live knowing that had impacted someone’s life in the ways I had impacted Prince’s.

I don’t even hear my door open, I just see movement out of the corner of my eye. Seeing Ivory. She needed to leave.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers, and I hear her tone. But I can’t look at her right now. If she found out what I had done, fuck half the shit I do—she wouldn’t be ‘sorry’ for doubting me.

“Kace?”

“You should leave Ivory.” I kept my eyes on the television, but it isn’t on. My thoughts are twisting and keeping me distracted more than a television would.

“I said I was sorry.”

My eyes go from the blank television to her. I know that my soul isn’t capable of coming out of my life alive or in any form that would result in me having a woman like Ivory. I move to the edge of the bed, putting my feet on the ground.

Ivory’s eyes go off me and onto my packed bags.

“Kace. Just tell me what I need to do to fix this.” She says, and stands in front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

I take her hands off me, and kiss her knuckles and then look into her eyes. “Ivory some people are born to do good, others are born to do bad and then there is the bad fuckers, that don’t care what they do, or how dark they go.” I stared into her eyes. “I’d do anything for you, and that should scare you.”

She swallows sharply.

“You should go find a man that is good, Christian, maybe a billionaire.” I shake my head. “Should have never pulled you from that date with that billionaire.”

It was like my words are whips across her heart, the way she looks at me. “So you regret us?”

“I just know I’m going to do more damage than good.” I’m honest with her. And she has to see that. “Like I said Ivory, I’d do anything for you. Including walking from your life.”

I go to stand up, but her hands back on my shoulders, force me to stay seated. “And what makes you think, I would let you walk from my life?” She tilts her head to the side. “You can’t leave me.” And her hand ran over my shoulder, across my chest, pausing in the centre of my chest. “Because I’m in your heart, and you can run from me, but I’ll still be there.” She clenches my shirt, and her words scare me because she is speaking the truth. Her eyes are locked with mine. “Just like you are in mine,” she leans down, her lips parting, “I’m Yours Kace.”

I had never wanted to hear those three little words off a woman’s mouth. Didn’t want the responsibility that came with them. I can’t stop myself from touching her, my hands gripping her ass, and forcing her to straddle me.

My eyes are still locked on hers. “You prepared to get that tattooed one day?” I’m testing her. Still not believing I’ve got her.

Her lips twitch up. “Biker’s and property.” She then wraps her arms around my neck, bringing her face to mine. “Do you pick the spot, or do I?”

“A gentleman lets the woman pick. But..”

“You’re no gentleman.” She says smirking. “Where abouts on my body would you want me to get it.”

Ivory has tattoos decorating her arms. But picking one place on her body that would carry my mark.

“A part of me wants to take your whole back with my mark. Another part of me wants to make sure I put it somewhere everyone is going to see it.”

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