Fighting Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC; Book 2) (Forsaken Sinners MC Series)

by Shelly Morgan

  “Open your eyes, Sara. You will look at me when I make you come, dammit.”

  Moving both her hands into one of my own behind her back, I move my free hand around and start to rub small, tight circles over her clit, then I release her wrists and grip her hips tight with both hands. Lifting my hips off the bed for better leverage, I power into her over and over again. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.” She looks into my eyes as she comes hard, squeezing my cock so hard that I want to roll my eyes into the back of my head. It’s feels so fucking amazing.

  I pump myself into her twice before falling over the cliff with her. “Fuck!” I slow my thrusts until I no longer feel her walls contracting around me, then I pull her down to me and kiss her.

  When our breathing slows, I pull her head back so I can look at her when I say, “That was un-fucking-believable, Doll.” This causes her to smile, but what I say next wipes the smile off her face, replacing it with a look of what I can only describe as panic. “You’re mine now, Sara. I’m never letting you go.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Sara

  “You’re mine now, Sara. I’m never letting you go.” Never letting you go. Jumping up, I grab the ripped shirt lying on the floor and run out of the room and into the bathroom. I’m never letting you go, Sara. Slamming the door behind me, I sink down onto the floor. You’re mine.

  Shaking my head, I feel the first tear fall. I can’t go through this again. I will not become someone’s property like I was with Rick.

  The first time Rick said that I was his, I thought it was kind of hot, sweet even, that he wanted me so much he was claiming me. I never thought for a second that he was messed up in the head, even when he started telling me what to wear, who I could or couldn’t hang out with. He hid my car keys from me so that I would have to depend on him to take me wherever I needed to go.

  I lived that way for a year before the abuse started. It was a slap here and there, but then he became more violent. He beat me whenever he felt like it. When he wanted to have sex, he would get rough, and it was during those times that he would tell me that I was his, a possession, and he would never let me go. I can’t go back to that―I won’t.

  I jump when Toby starts to pound on the door, shaking the whole frame. “Sara! Sara, are you okay? Let me in!” I take a deep breath and stand up. After a quick glimpse in the mirror to wipe my face clear of any tears, I open the door to see Toby rubbing his shaved head and pacing back and forth.

  When he notices me, he reaches out and grabs my face. I flinch, which has him removing his hands like I’ve burned him. “What happened back there, Doll?” Not knowing what to say, I just shake my head, hoping he doesn’t push me on this. I don’t want to tell him about Rick or how I fear he’s just like him. Why did I let this happen? I don’t know this man, but I wanted him. I am such a mess. “Sara, talk to me.” He’s getting upset and I can’t handle this. I have no idea if he gets violent when angry or how he’s going to react. I need to calm him down and get him to take me back to my car.

  I sidestep him and walk back into him bedroom so I can get dressed. “Look, Toby. It was nothing, really. I just had a moment.” Pulling off his shirt I threw on a couple minutes ago, I fake being confident in my nakedness and don’t rush to put my clothes on from last night. I hate knowing that I’ll be seen wearing this outfit the morning after when Toby drops me off, but I have more important things to worry about, like getting away from Toby and this attraction I have to him.

  Once I have my clothes back on, I turn toward the door and see him standing there with his arms crossed. He doesn’t look happy, but he doesn’t look pissed, either. That could work in my favor.

  When I walk up to him, he doesn’t move to let me pass. We stare at each other, neither of us wanting to break the hold first.

  After what feels like an eternity, I finally blink, but I don’t look away. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone intimately like that. I guess the attraction I have for you hit me a little harder than I thought it would. I wanted it and you didn’t do anything wrong. I just wigged out a little, but I’ll get over it, I promise.” I can tell he wants to push me for more, but the sound of his phone ringing interrupts what he was going to say.

  “Don’t move. We aren’t done talking about this,” he says before walking into the living room to answer his phone.

  “Yes we are,” I whisper low enough that he won’t hear me.

  “Yeah?” he barks into the phone as I follow him. He watches me put my shoes on as he listens to whoever is on the other line. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.” He hangs up and walks over to where I’m sitting. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looks torn between wanting to sit next to me and continue our talk, or going wherever it is he needs to be. I really hope it’s the latter. Blowing out a long sigh, he reaches down for my hand and pulls me to my feet. “I have to make a quick stop, but then I’ll take you to your car. That okay with you, Doll?” He almost sounds defeated, like he doesn’t want to leave without figuring out what’s going on between us, but knowing he doesn’t have a choice. If I was in a better situation or even state of mind, I would feel guilty, or even a little heartbroken by that look, but I don’t. I can’t afford to. I silently thank whoever called for giving me the escape I needed.

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” I say as I grab my purse and walk outside to his bike.

  After riding on the back of Toby’s bike for the last ten minutes and wondering where he’s taking me, we finally pull up outside of a tattoo shop I’ve never seen before. The sign says ‘Sinners Ink’, and I’m curious as to if it’s connected to the motorcycle group he rides with, or if it’s just a coincidence that the name has Sinners in it. I’m assuming it’s the former, considering I’m pretty sure his group owns the strip club I work at as well. That’s gonna suck for me, but hopefully I’ll find another job soon and I can quit there and not have to see Toby unless I go to see him.

  When he turns the bike off and puts the kickstand down, he takes my hand to help me off the bike. “I just have to run in and talk with Dani real quick, then I’ll take you to your car and follow you to your house so we can finish our conversation.” He starts walking towards the door, but I grab his hand to stop him.

  “You don’t have to follow me to my place. We can just talk later, can’t we?” He looks at me like I just spoke in gibberish.

  “No, we can’t talk later, Sara. Something happened back there and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.”

  He turns back in the direction of the shop, but I pull on his arm again. “I don’t want you coming to my place. I barely know you.” I’m starting to get pissed. This domineering act he has going on is getting old. Just because we had sex doesn’t give him the right to invite himself over.

  Turning himself completely around so he’s facing me, he levels me with a hard look. “I didn’t hear you complain that you barely knew me when I was balls deep inside of your tight little pussy,” he growls.

  I step back like he slapped me. I can’t believe he just said that, like I’m some whore who just put out for him for the hell of it. “You’re an asshole!” I yell and storm off down the street. I’ll fucking walk to my car. He can go fuck himself.

  Barely making it three steps, I’m lifted up and thrown over his shoulder. “Put me down! Put me down right now!” I yell at him while kicking my feet. I hope I connect with his balls!

  He puts me down so I’m sitting sideways on his bike and places his hands on my shoulders so I can’t get away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, but you need to understand that I’ve wanted you since I first saw you, and when you told me to fuck you, you became mine. You gave yourself to me and I’m giving myself to you. I’m not going to let you walk away from this. So, we are going to go to your house or apartment, and we are going to figure this shit out. End of fucking discussion.”

  I drop my head, feeling defeated. I’m not going to win this fight, and now he’ll know that I don’t even have a place
of my own. For fucks sake, I live in a fucking hotel room.

  Toby gently places his finger under my chin so I have no choice but to look at him. “What’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours?” He whispers. I may as well just tell him before he finds out.

  “I don’t have my own place.” I whisper, but I know he hears me.

  “So you have a roommate? That’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed about, and I’m sure they won’t mind us talking for a bit.” I wish that were the case, but it’s not.

  “You don’t understand. I don’t have a house or an apartment. I’ve been staying in a hotel until I have enough money to get a place of my own.” I look away, not wanting to see the pity in his eyes.

  Taking my hands in his, he pulls me to my feet and waits for me to look at him, and when I do, I don’t see pity, I see compassion and pride. “Is that why you didn’t want me to follow you home? Because you’ve been staying at a hotel?” He makes it sound like it’s no big deal, but it is. I’m embarrassed that he knows I didn’t have enough money to get an apartment as soon as I got into town, but I’m not going to tell him that I had to leave with barely enough money for gas to drive here and have nothing besides the clothes I could fit into a small suitcase.

  “Well, that’s the main reason, yes. It’s also because I have to get ready for work tonight and I’m not prepared to talk about what’s going on with us. Can you just give me some time to process what you’re saying? I wasn’t expecting this and with everything else on my plate, I don’t want to feel pressured into something without thinking it through. Can you give me that, please?” I don’t think I should jump into a relationship right away, especially one with a guy that’s as alpha male as Toby. I just got out of a controlling relationship, and I’m not looking to go there again.

  I give Toby a pleading look to just drop it for now, and he does. “Come on. Let’s see what Dani wants, then we can figure the rest out.” He takes my hand into his and we walk into the tattoo shop to see this Dani guy.

  The bell over the door rings, signaling our entrance. I spot a guy behind the desk who I assume is Dani. He looks frantic and pissed off at the same time. I don’t know what happened to make him that way, but I would guess the reason is why he called Toby here.

  Toby walks up to him, still holding my hand tightly in his. “Hey, brother, what’s going on?” Only releasing my hand long enough to shake hands with Dani, he then pulls me against his side, wrapping his arm around me tightly. I’ve seen this move done enough times to know that he’s staking his claim, though I’m not sure why he would feel the need to do this in front of someone he calls “brother”.

  “She’s gone, Toby. I got in this morning to find this note saying that she had to leave town and she didn’t know how long she’d be gone.” I don’t want to get in the way of them talking, so I try to wiggle out of Toby’s hold, but it’s no use. He looks down at me and shakes his head, silently telling me that he doesn’t want me to go anywhere.

  Once he sees that I give up on trying to walk away to give them privacy, he looks back over at Dani. “Does the note say why she left? Did something happen that we need to be aware of?” Toby is looking at Dani almost accusingly; like he thinks that he did something to this girl to make her leave.

  Dani literally growls and bares his teeth. “The fuck? You think I did something to make her leave?” Not wanting them to start a fight, I decide to step in to diffuse the situation. I have no idea who left, or why. I don’t know Dani and what he may or may not have done to her. I don’t know if he’s even with this girl, but I’ve dealt with enough confrontations to know how to steer it in the right direction to figure out what’s going on and what needs to be done to fix it.

  “Now children, we won’t get anything figured out if you boys insist on having this pissing contest. Now Dani, why don’t you tell us what the letter said―specifically?” Dani looks at me with what I can only describe as shock at my words. I know how he feels because I sometimes shock myself with what comes out of my mouth, or my boldness at times.

  “Well, I’d be happy to tell you about the letter. All you needed to do was ask.” A feminine voice says from behind me.

  Spinning around, I see a woman who looks like she should be on the cover of one of those badass biker magazines. You know, the ones with a sexy chick sitting on an even sexier bike. Yeah, one of those. She has long, dark hair with red and blonde highlights, high cheekbones, full lips, and a lot of tattoos covering her toned body. Who is this girl?

  She must see my confusion because she walks up to me with a smirk on her face while reaching out her hand to shake mine. “Hi, I’m Dani. He’s Louie, and you must be Sara,” she says as I take her hand into mine, then she looks over at Toby and winks. I’m flabbergasted and completely speechless. This is Dani? “I can see you’re confused,” she says with a laugh. When I still don’t say anything, she continues, “My full name is Danielle, but everyone calls me Dani.” I feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment at not knowing that Dani was a girl. I look to Toby and the guy I thought was Dani.

  “I’m so sorry.” I whisper. He just shakes his head, but I think I see a smile on his face.

  “No worries, babe. It’s not the first time someone mistook me for her and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” I can tell Louie is trying to put me at ease, but his heart just isn’t in it. It’s probably because of the girl who left, which brings us back to why we’re here.

  Dani notices where my thoughts have gone. “Harlow left a note here sometime in the night, saying that she had to go home and didn’t know how long she would be gone. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about, but Louie thinks something is wrong,” she says as she rolls her eyes. She’s one brave woman. I don’t think I would have the courage to do that to men that look like Toby and Louie.

  “Well, if it’s no big deal, why call me here, Dani?” Toby asks her. Instead of answering right away, she walks behind the desk and sits down in the chair.

  “Well, it’s not because I think Harlow went missing, that’s for sure.” Looking up, I know she sees the same look of impatience that I see written all over his face. “I’m left without an office assistant now, and with Zane being extra “protective” since we found out about the baby, he insists that I need to get someone ASAP, so I was thinking that maybe you could help me out. If you could come in until I can find someone to fill in, or maybe even know someone else who could start immediately?”

  “I have the perfect person for the job, actually. She just quit her old job last night.”

  Dani looks at him in annoyance when he doesn’t go any further. “You gonna tell me who she is so I can get in touch with her, or are you just gonna stand there all day looking like the smug son-of-a-bitch you think you are?” I barely know this girl, but I like her already. She has a “take no prisoners” attitude and an air about her that says “don’t fuck with me.” I should take notes because that’s exactly the type of woman I want to be.

  A chuckle escapes my lips, which has Toby looking at me in amusement. At least he isn’t pissed about being called out by Dani or that I’m laughing at his expense.

  Looking back over to Dani, he continues, “You don’t have to try and get in touch with her because she’s right here.” Wait, what? He wants me to work here?

  Dani looks between the two of us before smiling at me. “Great. Since that’s all settled, when can you start?” My head is spinning by this rapid turn of events. I have no idea what is going on around me, but apparently I just quit a job I hate and now I’m being offered another.

  All eyes are on me as I’m still trying to process this. “Well, um…” I look to Toby for help since he’s the one who got me into this mess in the first place.

  “How about she starts tomorrow morning? That will give us some time to stop by her place, pick up her things, and get her set up at my house for the time being.”

  They continue working out the details of my life without my say, and I won’t have that, so I t
urn my anger to Toby, “Now hold on just one goddamn minute. First of all, I didn’t quit my job last night. Second, I would love to work for you Dani, but I’d like to sit down with you, alone, to discuss it further. And third, I’m not moving into your house, Toby. You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind if you think that’s going to happen.” I’m fuming by the time my last words are spoken. This is exactly why I don’t want to be in a relationship with another alpha male; they make decisions for me and never ask what I want or think. Well, fuck you very much, but I’ll decide what is best for me.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Louie smirk. Just as Toby opens his mouth to say something though, Dani comes up and puts her arm around my shoulders. “You’re right, Sara. Let’s go talk about this…alone.” The last part is directed at Toby. Without looking to see if he approves or not, I follow her lead into a room that must be her work studio. It has a chair for clients, a stool, a work station that looks like a big toolbox that probably holds all her supplies, and a drawing easel that’s set up in the corner.

  Taking the seat that Dani offers me, which happens to be the client chair, she then crosses her arms and looks intently at me. I’m not sure what she wants me to say, so I wait her out. She stares at me for what feels like an eternity, trying to read my mind I suppose, before she speaks. “So…you and Toby, huh?” she asks with a smile on her face. Even though I don’t know her at all, I actually feel like I can tell her anything and she wouldn’t judge me or my situation. I just want someone to confide in, and it’s been so long since I had a true friend.

  “To be honest, I’m not sure what we are. The only thing I know is that he’s sexy, we have a lot of sexual chemistry, and he’s an asshole.” That makes her laugh, which in turn has me smiling.

  “I’m going to like you. You got spunk, which you’ll need to deal with these dipshits.” I have a feeling she doesn’t just mean Toby and Louie, though I don’t know anyone else.