Satan's Sons MC Romance Series Book 4: Forbidden

by Simone Elise

  His vest dropped to the floor. His mouth moved off mine and I groaned as soon as he pulled away. Then his lips were back on me, slowly going down my neck. I arched my neck, enjoying this way too much.

  He was way more experienced than me. His reached his mark and he kissed it at first and then started to suck, like he was marking his claim on me again.

  God, I wanted him to claim me. But he was way out of my league. I knew I looked older than I was, I was mature for my age, but I had a feeling those two factors wouldn’t factor into him claiming me. He just wouldn’t do it. I knew that, but a moan still escaped my lips as he sucked harder.

  He pulled away, leaving me breathless. “Andrea, don’t fucking drag Reaper into this. He doesn’t know who she is. So you can’t kill her.” He looked me in the eye, looking furious but this time his anger wasn’t directed at me. “Threaten her one more time. I fucking dare you.” He hissed into the phone, sounding terrifying.

  He was taking her threats seriously. Clearly she was threatening to kill me or physically harm me for being with him. And he wasn’t taking it lightly. He was putting up with her yelling at him. But it seemed as soon as she started to threaten me his temper snapped.

  I sighed. There was no point in him getting worked up. “Just tell her you’re sorry,” I said in his ear. “Or just tell her you are with me. She will know then that it’s harmless.”

  It was harmless what we were doing. Right? He looked at me like that was last thing he would be doing.

  Couldn’t he see he was getting her worked up over nothing? Come tomorrow he would be going back to her.

  “Fine, destroy my shit. Go for your life!” he yelled into the phone.

  This was ridiculous. I snatched the phone from his ear, catching the beginning of her rant about throwing his shit in one of the pit fires at the clubhouse.

  “Hey Andrea, it’s Hannah,” I said into the phone, cutting her off.

  “Hannah?”

  “Yeah. Look, I roped Brad into looking after me for the night. Sorry he’s in a foul mood. That’s completely my fault.” I pushed Brad’s hand away as he attempted to take the phone.

  “So, you’re with him, not some slut?” She was concerned. She must really like him.

  “Just me.”

  She was silent for a second. She knew I didn’t lie. I heard her sigh. “Tell him I won’t burn his shit. I didn’t mean to put him in a position where he had to pick between you and me.”

  “You didn’t. Like I said, I put him in a foul mood.”

  “Still, I know how much he cares for you. Tell him I’m sorry.”

  “You are his girlfriend, so you come first.” I pushed Brad’s hand away again. “I’ll give Brad back the phone and you two can make up.”

  “Thanks, Hannah.” She sounded really relieved.

  I covered the end of the phone so she couldn’t hear me. “Be nice. She’s your girlfriend,” I said before handing the phone back to him.

  He was glaring at me. He held the phone in his hand for a few seconds before putting it to his ear. He was listening to whatever she was saying.

  As much as a large part of me didn’t want it, I knew they had to make up. He cared about her. I knew that. Brad didn’t waste time with people he didn’t care about. He didn’t use girls. He would only sleep with ones he had feelings for. And he would always show he cared for her too from protecting her from other members, to fixing her car or supporting them financially. That was Brad for you. You could always count on him. So it didn’t matter what I felt for him. At the end of the day he had a woman like Andrea who wanted to be with him, and a part of him wanted to be with her.

  As much as I hated it, I accepted it. I guess that’s the core factor of love, isn’t it? Letting someone you really love go to lead a better life.

  Because what sort of life could I offer him? I couldn’t be his girlfriend or woman. Dad would never allow that. And Brad wouldn’t want that. As if he would want some underage teenager. And on top of that, even if he did want me, if there was such a miracle, well, there was another reason for us not to be together. And that was that I had cancer.

  I couldn’t offer him anything.

  So I hoped he was taking my advice and making up with a woman he could have a future with.

  He held my eyes and I saw anger. “Hannah will always come first.” He was still holding my eyes and what I saw the most surprised me. I saw honesty. Like he really meant I would always come first. “Now get the fuck out of my room.” With that said he hung up and dropped the phone on the table.

  I was slightly taken back by what he’d said but more with how he ended that call. “Geez, you really know how to treat a girl.” I looked at him, slightly stunned. The Brad I knew wasn’t rude. He sure as hell wasn’t mean. “She could have taken you seriously.”

  “I was serious.”

  “Brad, you can’t seriously put me first. That’s ridiculous. I’m just someone you have to put up with.”

  His angry eyes narrowed at me. “You really think that’s all you mean to me?”

  There was a knock at the door which gave me the perfect excuse to avoid his question. Of course that’s what I thought. I didn’t understand why he was kissing me to begin with. Kissing me like I was important. Kissing me like I wasn’t some nobody. Kissing me like I was his.

  It didn’t make sense.

  I moved off the table and went for the door, leaving his question unanswered.

  I opened the door and accepted the food. God, those chips smelt amazing. I was very satisfied with my decision to get chips.

  I smiled to the guy and made polite chitchat and then closed the door. Turning around, I was slightly scared when I saw the expression on Brad’s face. I gulped. Okay, it looked like he wasn’t going to stop till I answered him.

  So much for hoping he would forget about it. I walked to the table, putting my food down.

  “Hannah, is that what you really think?” Brad was still standing but now crossing his arms.

  I pulled out a chair and sat down. I was not answering his question. I could feel his eyes on me. They were glaring holes into the side of my face.

  “Hannah, answer the fucking question!”

  I turned to face him, not surprised to see him looking at me with such anger and frustration.

  “Yes,” I gave him his answer. “You are putting up with me. I just don’t get why. Dad doesn’t expect you to be here looking after me. Dad doesn’t expect you to put me before your girlfriend. I’m just some nobody, Brad.” And that summed up how I saw him seeing me. “And you should really learn that girlfriends come before obligations.”

  “You think I think of you as an obligation?” He looked at me like I couldn’t be serious. But I was serious. Deadly serious.

  “How else would you explain how you treat me?” He and I had some relationship. I couldn’t explain what we had. He always made time for me. He would drop what he was doing to help me. He always has. “Cause I can’t think of one other reason why you would stop what you were doing tonight to hunt me down.” And that was the honest truth.

  He shook his head, like the answer was obvious. Like there was another reason but he wasn’t about to tell me it.

  He looked frustrated and furious again. He looked me back in the eye. “That’s what you think, then?”

  I nodded my head. Yep, that pretty much summed up what I thought he thought of me. I put a chip in my mouth and I was expecting him to storm out. I didn’t see what over, though. I had just stated facts.

  “You got a better explanation for the way you treat me?” I asked, because he wasn’t exactly barking facts at me like I was wrong. “Or did I hit it on the head?”

  He blew out a heated breath and looked so frustrated that if he was made out of bolts and screws they would all be blowing off. He looked up from glaring at the carpet. “You’ve just told Andrea that we’re spending the night together!”

  He made it sou
nd like I had signed his death warrant or something.

  “Why is that a bad thing?” My eyebrows knitted together. He and I always spent time together. If Andrea knew it was me he was blowing her off for then she would be more likely to welcome him with open arms tomorrow.

  “I CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS OFF YOU!” he yelled at me, running both hands through his hair. “I CAN’T STOP TOUCHING YOU!” He shook his head again, it was like I was a drug he wanted a hit off but at the same didn’t want the danger of an overdose.

  I sighed. He had always touched me. Maybe he was acting like this because he knew I liked him. Yep, that would have to be it. I chewed a chip and saw only one option. “I started it. I’m sorry.”

  “Stop saying sorry for shit that I’ve done! I’m the one kissing you, pinning you against a gate and fucking marking your neck! You aren’t doing shit! It’s all me!”

  I clamped my mouth shut. Okay then. I was waiting for regret to capture his face. But instead he just looked pissed off. Not with me, but with himself. He thought he couldn’t keep his hands off me? I was the one forcing him to touch me.

  “It is my fault, Brad.” I got up and walked toward him. “I started it. So stop hating yourself.” I placed my hand on his chest, right next to his holster strap. “How about we go back to that rule about not being alone together?”

  Which meant he would be leaving. I smiled dimly at that. I didn’t want him to leave but I knew he couldn’t live with himself if he stayed. I took my hand off him.

  “You should go. Go make up with Andrea.” Yep that was the only reasonable solution. “Tell her it was my fault. I don’t mind.”

  He just stared down at me. I was making sense, right? I cupped his face. He looked so torn. “Just go, Brad.” I didn’t want him hating himself. “You’ll still be the reason I turn guys away. That won’t change. But you should go. Make up with your girlfriend. Don’t lose someone over me.”

  He deserved a girl and he deserved happiness. I wasn’t exactly a walking ray of sunshine since I’d found out I had cancer. The fact that I had cancer rolled through me again, making me sick to my stomach. Suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore. Pity, those chips did smell good.

  I pulled my hand from his face and he grabbed it. I frowned, not understanding. Then he placed it over his heart.

  “She’s not my girlfriend.”

  “Well, whatever you call her then.” I didn’t see how that slight detail was important. “Your club woman then.”

  “And you’re wrong.”

  “What, about the girlfriend thing?” How was that slight detail important?

  “No. About you turning down guys because of me.”

  I didn’t understand and he looked at me a bit longer, realizing I was confused.

  “I’m going to be doing it personally.” He stepped toward me, placing my hand on his heart. “I’m going to be scaring them off. You won’t need to keep turning them away because I’m going to make sure no one fucking dares.”

  I frowned. Not really understanding. “And why would you do that?”

  “Because I’m a greedy and selfish bastard.” He said that like it should answer all my questions. His eyes flashed to my neck. “From now on at every club party, I want you there and on my lap. Every dinner, same thing: you on my lap.”

  “People will start questioning you on that.”

  “I don’t give a fuck.”

  “What about when my dad asks why I’m suddenly glued to you?”

  “He knows you and I are close.”

  “Yeah, as friends. But what you are describing doesn’t sound like you are doing it out of friendship.” Was I mishearing what he was trying to tell me? Because it sounded like he wanted me on him literally at every club party. Like I was his or something…was I misreading the situation?

  He smirked, seeming pleased. “Good. You’re starting to get the picture.”

  My eyes widened. “Um, no. No, I do not get the picture! We are not in a relationship. I’m not yours!” How could he even want that to begin with? I couldn’t stop my reaction. I was panicked. I was shocked and really confused over why he would want that.

  “Not mine, hey?” He reached out, pushing my hair to the side. “That mark on your neck is telling a different story.”

  Okay. I was not expecting that. I swallowed sharply as his fingers ran over his mark.

  He lowered his mouth to my ear. “You saying you don’t arch your back when I’m claiming your mouth?” He kept my hand still over his heart. “You saying you don’t moan when I kiss you?”

  I pulled my hand from under his and gripped his shoulders to help me keep standing, feeling tingly and nervous all at the same time. I gulped. Had he really taken that much notice?

  This had gone from innocent to something else. I sure as hell hadn’t seen it coming. I was nervous. So very nervous, as his hands ran down my spine, and he pushed me into his chest.

  “Still saying you aren’t mine?” His mouth was still at my ear.

  He wanted me to be his? Surely not. He pulled his mouth from my ear and I saw his expression. He was serious right now. Deadly fucking serious.

  “You don’t want that.” My voice was shaking with nerves. He couldn’t want that. I wasn’t a model like he was used to like Andrea. I gripped his shoulders tighter. “Stop saying like you want that.” Me being his wasn’t what he really wanted.

  “You’re the one saying you’re mine. You’re saying it.” He kissed the top of my neck. “Your body is saying it.” My neck arched as he kissed down it, painfully slow. “You’re doing it right now.”

  I knew what he meant. I had told him I was turning other men away because of him. And it would seem my body’s reaction to his touch hadn’t gone unnoticed. I would love to hide how attracted I was to him, how much I loved his lips on me—at least then he wouldn’t know just how much I enjoyed his touch.

  I needed to flip the tables. I had to get a reaction out of him. Currently, he had all the playing cards and was reading my body way too well.

  My hands ran down his shoulders, down his arms, till I reached his hands. I was turning the tables on him. He thought I was his. Well, let’s see how far he would take it from me.

  I placed his hands under my singlet, and slowly guided them up my skin, my singlet bunching up. His hands froze just under my breasts.

  “Hannah, no.”

  I smiled and my plan was slowly working. If he thought I’d settle for him just kissing me when he knew I considered myself his, well, he was wrong. He was the one going on about how well he knew my body, so right now he should have known what I was after.

  I pushed him back; he was still in shock from nearly touching me there. Well, if I had it my way, he would be doing more than touching. His legs hit the edge of the bed and I forced him to sit down.

  I straddled him. If he thought he was in charge before, then he was wrong. I was going to get what I wanted out of him. I knew I had him by the stern look on his face and the sharp breathing. All from nearly touching me. I couldn’t stop the smile.

  My mouth went to his ear. “Don’t you want to touch what is yours?” I made my voice come out softer, luring him in. My hands went over his and I attempted to push them up. “Don’t you want to explore what is yours?”

  “Hannah, stop.”

  I attempted to push his hands up but they were super glued to me and gripping me tightly. Fine, if he wouldn’t move his hand then I’d just force myself on him. I’d break the control he had. I would snap it in half.

  “You going to fight me?” I looked him in the eye. He wasn’t just fighting me, he was also fighting himself. “Well, if you won’t touch, I’ll just make you see.”

  He didn’t realize what I meant till my hands went to the hem of my singlet and I went to pull it off. He realized what I was doing when he saw me peel it off. His eyes went wide and his super glued hands were off me but he was too late. I dropped the singlet on the floor.

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nbsp; Chapter Eleven

  Hannah

  Okay, was this going to backfire? I watched the expression wipe from his face and he stared at me. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I was really putting myself on the line here. I chewed my bottom lip, waiting for him to react. He was stiff, rigid, frozen. I saw him swallow sharply. Like it was killing him to breathe.

  I was going to take advantage of his frozen state. Taking his hands, which had fallen to my thighs when he failed to stop me, I gripped them and placed them on my body. I started moving them up my ribcage. He knew where I was taking them.

  I placed them under my breasts and leaned into him, my mouth going to his ear. “Do you like what you see?”

  I had been gifted with my mother’s body. I didn’t do anything to maintain it. I had stopped really eating so I was thinner than I should be, but my breasts hadn’t lost shape. If anything, they looked bigger because I was so small.

  “Hannah, you need to…” He was nearly stuttering while his eyes were glued on me.

  I grinned, “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

  “You’re six-fucking-teen,” he gritted out. “Put your top back on.”

  Finally, he speaks. Only to tell me off. I kept grinning. “Come on, Brad, drop your control.” I kissed his cheek. “Just give in.”

  “Six-fucking-teen, Hannah. I can’t do anything to you without breaking a law!”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and brought my face to his. “Good thing you live to break them then.”

  “Not this one.” His hands were still frozen on my body. “I’m not touching you.”

  “You’re touching me now.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “You kiss me, what’s the difference?”

  “Yeah, that’s fucking illegal as well. I’m not…” His eyes fell to my breasts. “Touching you.” But he was looking at me like it was taking all his self-control not to.

  I just had to break that self-control. Didn’t he know I was mature enough to make a decision? I didn’t need the law telling me who I could and couldn’t have sex with. I would pick who I had sex with. Not the law.