Grimm Retribution (Book 1) The Grimm Dragons M.C. Series

Chapter Eight-Abby

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Warning:  This is one of those chapters my brother won't read because he doesn't want to know what is in my mind.  In other words, there is steamy sex.  Enter at your own risk.  If you don't want to enter, skip the chapter.

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"So you aren't talking to me?" I asked after arriving home in complete silence. I gritted my teeth angry that he was taking Gordon's visit out on me. I didn't ask him to show up. As a matter of fact, he was the last person I wanted near me.

He shook his head causing his dark hair to hit his face. My heart clenched as tears rested in my eyes pissing me off further because the last thing I wanted to do was show him how much his anger was affecting me. I tried to blink back those stupid tears because I knew it wasn't fair that he was mad at me.

"Fine," I said, exiting the truck, my eyes narrowed as my temper rose. I moved to the door without looking at him. He unlocked the lock, swinging open the door and I moved past him to go to the guest room as he closed the door but before I made it to the room, he grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the hallway wall. I hadn't seen him move but now, he was in front of me, his face inches from mine as his hot, angry breath moved over my lips.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was gruff and laced with danger. Instead of shrinking away from him, my core clenched and I had to stop myself from arching my chest into him. I was still mad damn it.

I raised my chin, determined not to react in the way my body wanted me to, "I'm going to bed," I said, my eyes flashing with anger and hurt instead of the desire coursing through my veins. In that moment, I was glad that my anger had always made me cry because otherwise, he would know how easily he affected me.

"You sleep with me," He whispered in a way that made a shiver slide down my spine.

I blinked a tear from my eye and his gaze followed it, a frown wrinkled his brow, "Have you been with that man...Gordon?"

His question heated my blood and I raised my chin. I had already told him that Gordon had a crush on me and had asked me out and I had repeatedly told him no, but he hadn't listened, "It doesn't seem like you would believe me if I told you the truth."

"John's right," he said, releasing me to run his hands through his hair before gripping it in his fists. What had the president of his club said about me? He raised his head to stare at me with his eyes dark and stormy, "You're going to leave when everything is over."

My nostrils flared. How dare John...How dare Ethan believe that about me. I shoved him away from me as my heart broke, "Fuck you," I said, my chest clenching as hot tears fell down my cheeks, "John's wrong but if you believe him don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again."

He stared at me the storm in his eyes calming. When he spoke his voice broke, shattering my already broken heart further, "Why would you want me? You could have anyone else."

I blinked and then, studied the man in front of me. What I saw there cooled my anger. This beautiful, strong man didn't believe he was worthy of me and John's words hadn't helped in the matter. My body shook at the realization.

"You truly can't see it," I said, surprised he couldn't see how wonderful he really was, "Why wouldn't I want you. When I first saw you smile, you made my heart beat faster but it's more than that...It's more than how you look...Though you are sexy...Honestly, you are the sexiest man I've ever met. You are protective and caring. You love greatly. You are brave and loyal. I don't care what John says. I know I'm different than the other women you've met, and you expect me to be with someone who looks and acts like Gordon, but I don't want to be with someone like him. Every girl wants her prince charming, but I want a knight. Someone fierce and courageous. That's what you are to me."

I cupped his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his, hoping that he would believe me and accept that I only wanted to be with him.

A feral growl broke from his throat as he gripped my hips pulling me into him and pressed me against the wall once more. My stomach did somersaults as a shiver slid through me. He grabbed my knee and hooked it around his waist never breaking the kiss. His mouth gave a delicious assault as his tongue warred with mine. All the hurt and anger turned to lust as he hiked my skirt up to my waist almost ripping it.

I was desperate for him as I unbuckled his belt and snapped open the button before pulling apart his zipper. His pants fell to his ankles as I shoved at his boxers until his erection sprang free.

His hand slid from my hip, over my pelvis before settling between my legs. A moment later air touched me as my panties were ripped from my body. I gazed into his eyes as they darkened, and determination to mark me inside and out, settled over his face. Then, he was inside me with an almost violent thrust that made my core melt as I clenched around his length.

I gasped as I almost came, "Ethan," I cried as he pulled out only to slam into me again with such force that my body moved up the wall.

"That's right," he said, his teeth clenched with his lips a whisper on my own, "Me and no one else. Not now. Not ever again."

"No, Ethan," I said on a groan as I pressed my hands against his back, my nails scoring through his shirt into his skin, "No one else...Just you. It will always be just you."

He shoved himself into me...Branding me in a way that I would never be the same...Staking his claim again and again...Making me only crave him...Want him forever. My very soul shook with his name.

My nails pressed into his back, drawing blood as his mouth claimed mine again. His tongue thrust into my mouth leaving a trail of fire. My stomach clenched as the pleasure built in my core, heating even more...Scorching through my blood.

"Please, Ethan," I cried, "I need..."

"You need me, baby girl," he said pummeling me as I screamed out. My whole body tensed before tumbling into my orgasm.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said picking me up and moving to the guest room before falling on the bed. He was thrusting into me again as soon as my back hit the mattress. His eyes were intense as he gripped my hips grinding deeper.

"You're mine, Abby," he said, slamming into me over and over, "Only mine. Forever. If that little prick comes near you again, I will do same thing I did tonight...Maybe worse."

"Good," I cried, closing my eyes as I groaned with pleasure that was almost too much.

"Open your eyes, Sweetheart," he said, his voice strained, "I want to make sure you know who I am."

My eyes opened as my body shuddered beneath him, "Ethan!" I cried as I rose on the crest of another orgasm.

"That's right, Sweetheart. Ethan," He said as I fell apart beneath him, gripping him. A growl broke from his throat as he climaxed, and his body finally relaxed as he fell into my embrace.