“Why?”
“Why?” I repeated, baiting her. The wide eyes soon turned to deep slits as she became frustrated with me.
“Yes.Why,Kit?”
“Because I’m not gonna sit around and watch all these men be all over you and treating you like a whore.”
A dark laugh escaped her. “News flash, Kit. That’s exactly what I am. That’s what I have been for the past three years and that’s probably what I’ll be for the foreseeable future. That is if Optimus doesn’t throw me out on my fucking ass thanks to Target,” she said the man’s name with venom in her tone.
I moved forward and began to circle her like a predator. She was my prey. I wanted to sink my teeth into her and watch her writhe under me. She stared straight ahead and bit down hard on her lip. She’d said too much and now she realized that she had run her mouth and that it could possibly get her into trouble.
I stood at her back and leaned forward tucking her hair over her shoulder and my lips brushed her ear, but her body didn’t waver. “Is that what you want? To be a fucking whore for the rest of your life?” She didn’t answer, so I tried a different tact. I moved in front of her so I could read her eyes. “Forget the club rules about staying silent and not talking back to a Brother. In this room right now, I’m giving you the chance to say what you fucking like. No repercussions.” She raised a brow slightly but continued to bite and suck her lip into her mouth, like she was holding back her words. “Your only chance, Harmony. Right now. That’s all you fucking get.”
“No,” she gritted out between her teeth.
I leaned back against the closed door. “No, what?”
“No, I don’t want to be a whore for the rest of my life!” She screwed up her face like she had a bad taste in her mouth.
Now we were getting somewhere. “Then why the fuck are you so upset about me taking claim to you?”
“You claim me? Yet you will barely even touch me! I’d rather you just fucked me and walk away.”
I felt anger bubble in my stomach. “So you want me to treat you like a whore?”
She shrugged and I could see the fight starting to leave her body. “Men take what they want and then they walk away. It’s what I know. It’s what I’ve always known. You start throwing the word claim around and shit-like feelings begin to get involved. That’s how people get hurt.”
“You been hurt before? Had your heart broken?”
A gentle smile crossed her lips and she moved to sit at the edge of the bed. “No. I haven’t. Because I live by what I say. I don’t want to be owned. I’m happy doing what I’m doing.”
I stepped forward, sick of dancing around this crap. “My claim still stands. While you’re with me you don’t touch the other men.”
She pursed her lips and I waited for the retort, but it never came. This was exactly why my need for her was so strong. I’d given her time to have her say and she’d said it. But in the end, she knows my word is law and she kept her pretty little mouth shut.
“And when you leave in a few days?”
“Cross that bridge when we come to it, babe.”
She nodded, but I didn’t like the look of defeat on her face. Being claimed by a Brother was an honor, but Harmony was too busy worrying about her damn feelings to let go and explore our connection. There was a connection there, I felt it. I was a little pissed at Optimus for keeping her as a club whore for so damn long, when it was pretty obvious she was Old Lady material. She loved the club, she followed the rules, and she respected the men.
That being said, “I think it’s time I made you realize why being mine is going to be so damn good.”