His lips trailed down my torso as his fingers worked my jeans away from my body, only stopping when they reached the cusp of my mound.
“I’m going to devour every inch of this pussy,” he said as a low, guttural growl vibrated from his throat the second he caught a whiff of my already wet pussy. Just the thought of his mouth being between my legs was enough to make me explode. Adam knew how to work my body. It was like he spent our whole relationship learning just what to do to make me butter in his hands.
“Fuck yes!” I bit out, nibbling on my bottom lip when his mouth pressed a sweet kiss to my clit.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste you.”
His tongue traced up my slit, and I quivered beneath his touch, loving how he treated fucking me like it was his damn obsession. Nothing would ever come close to being with Adam. He was everything to me. I just wished I was everything to him.
My body was always putty in his hands—a single kiss could unravel me like a frayed, knotted rope, each strand desperate to keep our love together when it was inevitable that it would all fall apart.
His kisses and licks lit a fire up my thighs, burning my core with an undying need for more.
“Tell me what you need, babe. What do you want from me?”
I’m sure he expected something else other than what left my lips, but I couldn’t help the way I felt.
“I want you to be devoted to only me. I want your attention and focus to stop roving to other girls and for you to be one hundred percent dedicated to us. I love you, Adam. But I hate who you’ve become. Our love was strong enough to move mountains, and then everything happened with Leppard, and those mountains collapsed like hills of fine sand stuck in the middle of an earthquake. I miss what we were, Adam. The world we lived in where we didn’t have to worry about other women interfering in our relationship. Where I didn’t have to constantly be scared that someone is going to rush in and capture me or kill me just to get back at you.”
He frowned, knowing damn well that every word I said was true.
Pulling up, he moved out from between my legs. “Well, this went south quickly.”
“See, that’s the problem, Adam. You don’t want to address everything wrong in this relationship. You don’t want to take responsibility for what you’ve done. You don’t want to admit that what you did was fucked up.”
His frown turned into a straight up scowl. “I haven’t done anything wrong since the last time we talked.”
“What about when you called me, and you told Nina to go get naked?”
He looked at the floor.
“You’re still fucking up, Adam. You’ve let this whole Sabbath persona go to your head. You’re a different person when it comes to the club than you are behind closed doors with me. It’s like yourDr. Jekyll and Mr. Hydeand I’m stuck with Hyde ninety-five percent of the time.”
“Shasta, I get that you’re pissed off. I fucked up royally when it came to us, but if you’re asking me to put you before the club, it’s not going to happen. I’m the fucking president, and you’re my damn Ol’ Lady. That means you get on the back of my bike and have my back when I need you to have it, not fucking complain because shit isn’t going your way. I claimed you, Shasta, which means you belong to me. You may be the only Ol’ Lady in this damn club, but that doesn’t mean you can try to change me to fit your needs. I told you I was done messing around with other women, but that doesn’t mean you constantly need to nag me about it.”
His response only made me angrier. I quickly got up from the bed, rushing to put on the closest thing I could find, a black summer dress that I had yet to put away. Throwing it quickly over my naked body, I sucked in a breath, willing the tears to stay behind my eyes. It was getting harder and harder to hold them back. After another deep breath I whirled around, my eyes narrowing in on the man who was supposed to be my ride-or-die.
“Nag? Nag! Fuck you, Sabbath. This isn’t me nagging you. This is me fighting for our relationship—a relationship you don’t give two shits about. You sleeping with other women is and will always be a major problem. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Just because you have one week of a conscience that is keeping you from your daily dose of pussy, doesn’t mean I’m going to just up and forgive you for all your sins. Eight different women, Sabbath, that’s how many women I know for a fact you cheated on me with.”
His glare burned through my skin, mouth dropping into a sinister scowl. Adam was gone, overpowered by the controlling alpha male of Sabbath. “You better stop while you’re ahead, Shasta.”
“Or what, Sabbath? Are you going to hurt me? Newsflash, asshole. I’m not afraid of you.” With prideful steps, I started to exit the room, only to feel his arms wrap around my waist and pull me back.
“Let me go!” I screamed.
He whipped me around, grabbing my wrists that were violently throwing fists at him.
“Calm down!” he screamed.
“You’re a cheating asshole! I’m not going to calm down. I’m done with you, Sabbath. I’m done with this club and everything it stands for. You did this to me. You made me an absolute mess, and question everything I am. I hate you for that. I’ll never forgive you for everything you’ve done. You disgust me.” I spat at his feet, showing him just how little I actually thought of him at that moment.
Before I could even flinch, his hand connected with my cheek, whipping my face to the side violently, the sheer force stunning us both. Not once in the history of our relationship had Sabbath ever manhandled me in that way or hit me ever.
Tears pricked my eyes as I pushed out of his arms, grabbing the throbbing cheek that was burning from his slap.
“Shasta, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t talk to me,” I cried, racing to the door from the room.