FORBIDDEN: The Stowaway PART ONE

Chapter Eighteen - Riggs

You think you're here by chance.

Zay and Riggs, a match made in heaven.

But you're both going to hell for what you did.

Death marks you.

Think about it.

DEATH.

Their deaths are on your hands.

Connecting you forever.

You deserve to suffer.

The end is coming.

Death is coming for you.

"What do you think it means?" she asks, watching me patch up the broken glass panel on the front door.

I grunt, dropping the tools on the ground and getting to my feet. "We gotta figure out how our lives connect."

She chuckles, stretching her arms above her head. She's still wearing nothing but my t-shirt. Gotta say, it's getting me going.

Tiny little thing is floating in it.

Shoulder peeking out.

Nipples grazing the fabric.

Teasing me all damn morning.

Devil disguised as an angel.

"I can bet you a million dollars you and I don't run in the same circles."

I'm grinning because she's probably right. "You're in school, aren't you?"

She nods in agreement, fiddling with the paper on the table.

I lean on the edge of the table beside her, staring at those smooth legs that look longer than they are. "See, I barely finished high school. I can damn right guarantee you we ain't running in the same circles." I lick my lips as she bends a leg up on the chair. Rasing the shirt up and teasing me even more.

I don't know how long I can control this urge.

To touch her.

Kiss her.

Ride her.

I have to ignore it. Someone wants us dead, someone I might damn well know. A club member, maybe? Who else would know that we're here?

Her parents have money, don't they? Probably got mixed in with the wrong crowd, mixed in with us Snakes. We fucked over the club, that's what makes us connect.

Revenge.

I swallow hard, resisting the tingle traveling south. "You and Adam? You're not together anymore?"

She narrows her eyes at me. "It's the second time you've asked me that. Isn't it?"

"Because I want to know."

She scans me, taking in my usual look. Jeans, t-shirt, a metal chain that holds my wallet, my black boots that have seen better days, and rings that I forgot to put on this morning.

"Does it matter?"

Her chest heaves, scanning me again, and I can't help it. I let the urge take over.

I walk toward her, gripping the arms of the chair, so we're eye to eye. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

She chuckles in this seductive kind of way that leaves me breathless. "Baby, I assure you, you're the one who has to worry about me taking advantage of you."

I slowly trace from her lips to her neck. Shuddering when I feel the intensity of her pulse beneath my fingertips. "I'll taint you."

She breathes, curling her chest toward my touch as my fingers trace her collarbone. "I'll destroy you."

"We're connected somehow."

A soft moan leaves her lips, feathering mine. "Are we? Because right now you're standing there, and I'm sitting here." She pulls the collar of my t-shirt. "If we were connected, I'd be screaming your name right now, wouldn't I?"

A growl leaves my lips almost as quickly as I slam them on hers.

I yank the t-shirt off her, revealing that tiny body beneath. Curves in all the right places.

Hips. Ass. Tits.

Perfection.

She has me naked in minutes.

Gasping.

Aching.

Starving.

I prop her up on the table and shove myself inside her, forcing a moan from those precious lips.

But I can't do it like this. She deserves so much more than a quick screw.

I pull out of her and step back to take her in.

Precious.

I bite down on my knuckles staring at her. Supple breasts, perky and alert.

Drenching the table because of me.

She has this wit about her that's consuming.

Devouring.

The aura that makes me want to be better. So much better. I will be better with or without her. It's about time I think of myself for once. Not this damn club.

I come back to her and kiss her, carrying her to the bedroom. She's kissing my neck, biting, suckling, licking.

Woman is going to make me explode before I'm ready.

I toss her on the bed, climbing on top of her with heavy breaths. She arches her back toward me, pressing her chest to mine.

Little minx wants it badly.

So I give it to her.

Rough, hard.

Got her nails digging into my back with sheer pain that matches her screams.

I'm traveling to heaven while I'm inside her, taking a pit stop in hell when I finish.

Her screams of pleasure pierce my eardrum.

Taking over.

I grab onto the headboard and lift my body, staring down at her.

I'm deep, so deep she winces when I thrust. Whimpers when I go deeper and cries when her legs wrap around my waist.

Her pain is kind of turning me on even more, so I continue thrusting at this angle, using the headboard as support to hold me up as it slaps against the wall.

Her screams are taking over. If anyone can hear us, they'll think we're murdering each other.

I let out my own cry when I finish, biting down on her neck until I taste blood.

Creamiest skin tastes like heaven.

She doesn't wince or cry this time. She lets me hurt her.

Destroy her.

The sounds of our breathing take over the whistling winds outside.

I did it again.

Something I shouldn't have done.

I can't help it. Something about this girl drives me crazy. She makes me want to be better. To protect her. To get out of this mess and go places. To fix me. I want to heal her, too, take away her demons and keep that smile on her face.

Because when she smiles, my heart stops beating.

I can't remember the last time a woman made me feel like this.

I don't think a woman ever has.

Zay and I are a long shot, but to have her for a moment. Our moment. It's everything I could ever ask for.

Devil dancing with an angel.

Just for a night.

Just for a taste.

Just for a moment to be free.