Page 47 of Outlaw
“Don’t freak out now. If you stop for a second, you’ll realize you’re getting bent out of shape because it’s true. And you hate it that much more now because the truth is, you want me to own you. And I already do, where it counts.”
“You own me?”
“Where it counts, yes.”
“And where’s that?”
He steps forward and ducks his head to my ear, tapping lightly on my temple. “In there,” he whispers. “Admit it. When you close your eyes and picture the life you really want, it’s me you see protecting you.” He lightly slides the back of his hand down my cheek and neck, across my shoulder, and down my arm. “And there, when you think about who you want touching you every fucking day.” His hand moves around my waist to my back, pulling me into his chest until I feel his hardness against my belly. “And here, when you imagine what it feels like for a real man to eat you up and swallow you whole. Face it, Sabrina. I. Fucking. Own. You.”
Those words leave me breathless and longing to agree with him, but I stop myself. He’s telling me this and still planning to turn me over to Lorenzo. I won’t let him use my vulnerability, even if everything he just said is true.
I shake his hand off me to stay clear-headed. “I’m no one’s plaything. I’m not a commodity for you men to collect and trade.”
“Don’t confuse what you and I have with whatever twisted game your fiancé wants to play.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a smart girl. Figure it out. I’m sure I’ll have a chance to remind you when you beg me to fuck you again, sweet cheeks It is what it is. Accept it.”
Jesus. As unnervingly arrogant as he is right now, it doesn’t stop my body’s reaction. My core tightens and my panties are drenched.
“Why are you here, Silas?” I breathe out, taking a shaky step back.
“Here.” He digs into his jeans pocket and pulls out my phone, holding it out towards me. “You can have this back. Kind of pointless to hold onto it when your people already know you’re here.”
“Thank you. Can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Why do you work for him?”
“Giovanni? I got people to take care of.”
“I was talking about my dad.
“What are you getting at, Sabrina?”
“There are better ways to run an MC than working for my father.”
“Just stop right there,” he says, and storms toward the door. “Don’t say another word.”
