Page 34 of Unmasked Anarchy
Gage’s eyes open slowly, and when he notices me there, he shoots up, sending the girl lying across him tumbling to the floor.
“Jesus fuck, Sable,” he growls.He doesn’t bother to hide his naked body, or the condom that is still attached to his god damned dick.
I want to scream.Instead, I slam the door so hard the wood groans and I’m certain it wakes everyone in the house.My feet pound down the hallway, not knowing where I’m going, just needing out, needing air.I make it as far as the patch of grass outside the clubhouse before I hear him behind me, his footsteps loud.
“Wait,” he barks.
I whirl, fists balled at my sides.“Is this where we’re at?”I cry.“Is this who we’ve become?You didn’t even try to hide it, but that’s the point, isn’t it?You wanted me to see.Wanted me to hurt.Fuck you, Gage.Fuck every single fucking second I have wasted trying to love you.”
He’s shirtless, hair wild from sleep, a pair of unbuttoned jeans hanging off his hips.He is so fucking perfect, and it hurts how much I still want him.“Don’t act like you weren’t doin’ the exact same thing last night,” he says, voice low and flat.“Tell me, Sable, whose cock was in my wife?”
“You’re right.”I laugh bitterly.“I was with him, and you know what, I let him put his mouth on me, his fingers in my pussy, but I stopped him.I stopped him because I felt guilty.I guess I should have let him go on.”
His jaw flexes, that vein in his neck threatening to burst.“You fuckin’ ...”
“What?”I challenge, stepping up to his face.“What, Gage?You fucked two different women last night.At least I tried to stop it.Fuck, I don’t even know why.All these years I have tried so desperately to love you, but I should have run when I had the chance.You’re not fucking worth it.”
He lunges so fast I don’t have time to scream.One hand locks around my throat, the other slams me back against the clubhouse wall so hard my teeth slam together.“You think I’m just goin’ to let you run to him?”His grip tightens just to the edge of pain.“You belong to me.You always have.”
“I want him to fuck me, Gage.God, I wanted it so fucking bad.”
I know I’m pushing his buttons.
I don’t care.
He lets go, steps back, hands trembling.He’s breathing like he’s been running, chest heaving.Then he laughs, a sick, small sound.“You really are just a gash, aren’t you?”
I want to cry but I don’t.“I hate you,” I whisper.“Do you hear me?I fucking hate you.”
He looks at me—really looks, and for once I can’t read what’s in his eyes.“No, you don’t,” he says, softer now, like I’ve taken something from him and he’s just realizing it.“You’re not leaving me, Sable.I’ll kill him for putting hands on you.Do you hear me?”
“You don’t get a choice.”
I turn on my heel, walking toward the gates.
He’s behind me again, fingers curling around my upper arm as he swings me toward him.“You are not fuckin’ leavin’ me.”
“Yes,” I hiss.“I am.I fucking am.I’m done with you.I should have left years ago.I stayed, god knows why.You never loved me, Gage.Not for a single fucking second.”
“You’re wrong,” he barks, “I love you so fuckin’ much it has marked my fuckin’ soul until the day I die.”
I suck in a breath.
He has never, not even once, told me he loves me.Not like this.Not in a way where I can see it in his eyes.It twists me up, my stomach forming tiny knots as confusion washes over me.All I ever wanted was for him to tell me those words and mean them, to look at me like he is right now.
“It’s too late,” I whisper, a tear rolling down my cheeks.
I jerk my arm out of his.
Then I turn and run.
“If you go to him, I’ll fuckin’ make them wish they never met you,” he roars.
I don’t look back.
I hear the sound of a bike crashing to the ground and Gage’s angry bellow.
I just keep running.
