Page 38 of Bolt's Flame

Fucking slut.

My fists clenched at the memory of her—in bed,fuckingthat biker. She didn’t understand that no matter where she went, no matter who she was with, she belonged to me. And Bolt? That smug son of a bitch thought he could take what was mine.

I’d seen him sneak into her room last night. I watched as he slipped through the door and put his hands on her like he hadany right to touch her. The thought of it, of his hands onmywife, made my skin crawl, my blood turn to fire.

He thought he could protect her. He thought he could keep her safe from me. But he had no idea what I was capable of.

None of them did.

I paced the small motel room I’d been holed up in, the flickering light above me casting long shadows on the walls. The anger poured through me in waves, drowning out any rational thought. All I could see was her face—those big blue eyes glazed over from everything he was doing to her.

Everything he had no right to do!

My mind went to those same eyes wide with fright, the way she looked at me when I had her backed into a corner. The way she whimpered in fear and bowed down at my feet. Just like a woman was supposed to do. My father taught me from a young age that your wife was to obey her husband... and if she didn’t, you punished her.

So get ready Fiona, you’re in for one hell of a punishment.

I slammed my fist into the wall, the pain barely registering through the white-hot rage. “You think you can move on without me?” I muttered, my voice low, dangerous. “You think I’ll let you go?”

Fiona was mine. She’d always been mine since that day I saw her at the market, so small with those beautiful eyes she reminded me of a porcelain doll, so fragile. I knew at that very moment I wanted her as my wife.

And once we got married, I taught her what it meant to be the perfect wife.

Or at least I thought she understood, but fucking look where we are.

This rebellion has only made it worse for herself. I’d have one hell of a time breaking her all over again. My cock was getting hard just thinking about it. Shit, maybe I’d make thatpiece of shit she’s fucking watch. My father would do that when he really wanted to hurt my mother beyond the physical. He would fuck another woman in front of her, and he always let me watch and one time, when I was fifteen, he let me fuck the prostitute too. It was the only time my mother closed her eyes, and she paid for it.

Fiona should be lucky that I wasn’t as sadistic as my father. Not once did I think about doing that to her. But now...

I reached for the gun on the motel nightstand, my fingers wrapping around the cold metal. The weight of it in my hand felt good, solid. There was a time when I hadn’t needed something like this to control Fiona. But things were different now.She’d made them different. And if it came down to it, I wasn’t above using it to remind her exactly where she belonged.

Going to the window, I pulled back the curtain just enough to glance out at the empty parking lot. Dammit, I wanted her back with me, but it was too soon, there were still plans being worked out. I let the curtain fall back into place, my mind racing with all the ways I could make them both suffer. There were so many options. So many ways to remind her of her mistake when I got her back.

I couldn’t rush it. I wanted her to feel it, to know it was coming. The fear would be worse than the pain. She would be reminded of every broken promise, of what I just witnessed in that bedroom, and I would keep reminding her every single time she begged me to stop.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

I LEANED AGAINSTthe bar, my arm draped lazily aroundFiona’s shoulders as she sat beside me, her soft laughter cutting through the noise. We were talking with Horse, Mystic, and Devil, shooting the shit like it was just any other night, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at her. There was something different tonight, something deeper between us that hadn’t been there before.

Maybe it was because of last night, or maybe it was the fact that I’d decided to stop fighting whatever the hell this thing between us was. All I knew was that I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, not when she laughed, not when she smiled. I’ll be fucked if it didn’t feel my chest tightening right along with my cock, because being with Fiona had been next level sex. At my age, Ithought I had experienced all there was to feel with sex, but fuck me, last night proved that wrong.

Horse was in the middle of telling a story from the good ole days, something about a run-in with a rival club back in the day when, according to him, men weren’t a bunch of pussies. Fiona leaned into me, her head resting against my chest as she listened, her eyes sparkling from the light over the bar.

“You should’ve seen it,” Horse was saying, his gravelly voice booming over the music. “I swear, Devil here had just got his patch, thought he was hot shit and tried to take the guy’s head off with a single swing.”

Devil, standing just off to the side with his arms crossed, smirked. “Yeah, and then I had to haul your ass out of there before they turned us both into roadkill.”

We all laughed, and I felt Fiona shift against me, her hand brushing lightly against my leg. That simple touch sent a spark through me, and suddenly, I couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore. All I could think about was her, about pulling her away from the crowd and having her all to myself—back in my bed—my head between her thighs, my tongue in her pussy.

Oral sex wasn’t something that I’ve indulged in over the years, and I fucking missed it. But there wasn’t a chance in hell my tongue was touching a sweet butts pussy. Once you’ve seen your brother’s dick go there, your tongue pretty much goes on a pussy strike.

I glanced down at her, catching her eye. “You wanna dance?” A compromise for my dick that wanted the last option.

Fiona looked up at me, a little surprised, but then she smiled, nodding. “Sure.”

Without waiting for another word, I stood and took her hand, pulling her gently toward the small, makeshift dance floor in the corner of the room. It wasn’t much—just a cleared-out space where a few couples swayed to the slower part of theplaylist that had finally kicked in. It was a far cry from anything fancy, but it didn’t matter. Not to me.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as we started to sway to the music. The feel of her body against mine was enough to drown out everything else.