Page 52 of Fury

“That’s why you fight for him?” she asks, frowning. “And why you do the things you do?” I kiss her again, but this time, she pulls back. “Stop avoiding the conversation.”

“Yes,” I reply. “I was supposed to throw a fight before and I didn’t.”

“Why?”

I shrug. “I don’t like to lose.”

“Isn’t it illegal to throw a fight?”

I laugh. “After all the shit you’ve seen, you’re concerned he’s fixing fights?”

She smiles. “I want you to be done with him.”

“After tomorrow night, I will be.”

“And then what?”

I sigh, pressing my forehead to hers. “I don’t know. He’s got someone watching the hospital for you today.”

“He knows my shift patterns.”

“He isn’t giving up, that’s for sure.”

“Maybe I could change my job,” she suggests. “We could move?”

“Move?” I feel like I’m finally settling here, and there’s no way I can go back to Nottingham. “There aren’t too many fractions to this club,” I say, “and I like this one.”

“I don’t see how I can stay here when he’s looking for me. And I don’t want us to lose one another again.” She stands on her tiptoes to kiss me. I’m relieved she feels the same way, because the thought of losing her again is too painful to imagine.

“If I make you mine,” I begin, unsure how she’ll take the news, “the club will have no choice but to protect you.”

Her eyes widen. “What does that mean?”

“I could make you my old lady.”

Her brows furrow. “Old lady?”

I back her to the tiles and lift her, lining myself up at her entrance and kissing her until she’s breathless. As I enter her, I add, “It’s basically like marriage. I’ll belong to you, and you’ll belong to me. You’ll be my old lady.”

She gasps as I fill her. “Marriage without the big ceremony?” she whispers, her eyes tightly closed as I fuck her.

“Yeah, but just as binding.”

“It’s not legal though?”

I move faster, and she cries out, gripping my shoulders. “It is in my eyes and in the eyes of the club.” I feel nervous as I wait forher answer. It’s huge. I’ve never even considered taking an old lady. But this way, I can make sure she’s protected. No matter what happens to me, she’ll always be looked after. She tightens around my cock, and I see her begin to spiral, so I slow down. Her eyes shoot open questionably. “I want your answer,” I say, taking her lower lip between my teeth and gently tugging it.

“I can’t even think straight,” she pants.

I slam into her, and she cries out again. I grin. “I can draw this out as long as needed.”

“Fine,” she hisses, narrowing her eyes. “Whatever you want.”

Relief floods me, and I move fast, fucking her so hard, my legs cramp in protest. She shudders, screaming out as her orgasm rips through her. I follow, releasing into her on a long, drawn-out groan. I rest my forehead on her shoulder, waiting for the blood to drain from my cock and fill the rest of my body again.

I pull from her, and she glances down. “You didn’t use a condom?”

I frown slightly. I always use protection,but it felt right.“I guess I got carried away.”

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