Malice's Possession Part 9

He stared at her, not responding right away, and this dread settled into her belly. "The thought did cross my mind."

Adrianna nodded, not knowing what to say to that.

"But it doesn't change how I feel for you, and the fact that the way you look at me, open up to me when we talk, and are so f.u.c.king receptive to my touches, that make me realize that I'm not alone in this." He took step toward her. "But I want you to know why you want me and that it isn't because the life you had was hard. I want to be able to protect you, make sure you are always safe, and never afraid of anything again." He stared at her hard and unyielding. "I want you as my old lady. Do you understand what that means?"

Yes and no. She swallowed roughly, on the verge of tears because his words pierced right through her heart like a spear. She had heard some of the women talking about how none of the bikers had old ladies, and Adrianna had to a.s.sume that was what the MC called their girlfriends. But for some reason she thought that the term as an old lady meant a h.e.l.l of a lot more than just being a girlfriend, or even a wife. "What I feel for you has nothing to do with my past, or that I am afraid of what the future holds. Yes, all of this is fast, but who cares? I know what I feel and that all of it is genuine and true." She waited for him to say something, anything, but he kept quiet and took another step forward. "And I have a feeling I know what an old lady really means." When he was right in front of her all she could do was inhale the scent that was sweet and spicy, and had a hint of darkness to it. "This is what I want, Malice." She stared up at him, tired of trying to hold herself back from what she wanted-from what she deserved. And then he had his hands on either side of her face and his mouth on hers. After that Adrianna was lost to the sensations crashing through her at an astounding rate.

Malice wanted to go softly, to make sure she was with him one-hundred percent. But when she gripped his biceps and dug her nails into his skin, something snapped inside of him. Her words played over and over in his head, and he couldn't help but feel the possessiveness and proprietary nature inside of him grow. From the moment he saw her he knew she was his, and that he would kill anyone else that thought about f.u.c.king that up.

He stroked the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth, and then he delved inside, f.u.c.king her with the muscles until these breathy little sounds escaped her. For several minutes all they did was kiss, and the sounds she made fueled his own, had his c.o.c.k hard as steel and were playing havoc with his self-control. He broke the kiss, sucked in air, and immediately started trailing his lips and tongue along her jaw-line. You want this as much as I do, Adrianna." He had since moved his hands down to her shoulders, and he pulled her closer. She smelled so f.u.c.king good, sweet and floral, and he grew drunk from the aroma.

"I want this, Malice." He could feel her letting her head fall back slightly, and he used that as an opportunity to suck and lick at the spot right below her ear. Her pulse was beating hard beneath his tongue, and he sucked her flesh into his mouth, not caring if he left a mark. In fact, he wanted to leave a mark on her.

He groaned against her throat, and he felt her tremble beneath his hands. The possessive side of him rose up, wanting to make sure she knew that he would never let her go, and never let her be in pain again. "f.u.c.k, I want you so badly. I want to make you mine, make you scream my name, and have you cry out for more." He moved his hands between their bodies to cup her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They were full, pressing against the material of her shirt and spilling over the top. He squeezed the mounds, gave a low growl, and slipped his fingers under the hem of the fabric. He skimmed his fingers along her bare flesh, loved that her skin was slightly damp from sweating because she was so turned on, and forced himself to go slow. But he had never been the kind of man that had patience, especially not when he wanted Adrianna this badly. He slid his hand up the center of her chest, and when he felt the swell of her breast something inside of him snapped He wrenched her shirt up and over her head, and stared down at her chest. The heavy, big mounds were barely contained in her bra, but he wanted that gone, too.

When he tore the bra from her body and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s sprang free and shook from the force. He was losing it as he stared at her chest, watched as the red tipped peaks hardened even further, and knew that what he felt for this woman wasn't just for this one night. Even after he had her, had placed his claim on her by pounding his d.i.c.k in and out of her, and hearing her call out his name, he wouldn't be able to stop. He needed more of her, all of her, and judging by the way she looked at him, and how she reacted to his touches, Malice knew she wanted this just as much. She was his, and he had known that from the moment he saw her.

Chapter Sixteen.

Adrianna couldn't breathe, couldn't even see straight as she stared at Malice. She stood before him with only her pants on, but there was no chill moving through her. All she felt was this intense heat, and the longer he stared at her the more powerful it became. Before she could say anything, if she could even form the right words, he was right in front of her. His breath smelled good, like mint and cinnamon combined. He reached out, cupped her bare flesh with both of his hands, and squeezed to the point of pain. She didn't want foreplay, though. All Adrianna wanted was to feel Malice over her, sliding in and out of her body with all of that raw power he held, and making her forget-even for a small window of time-the pain she had lived. No more thinking, no more questioning and worrying about what she should and shouldn't do. That had never helped her in life, and this moment was something she desperately wanted. Malice was what she desperately wanted.

He took her mouth again in a brutal kiss, and she swore she could feel him in every part of her. It was like he wasn't only just touching her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stroking his tongue with hers. Not breaking the kiss, she reached between them and started working the b.u.t.ton and zipper of his jeans down. He didn't stop her, and instead groaned against her. Taking his hand from one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s was disappointing, but when he spread his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head, she grew even more pliant. Once his pants were off he took a step back. G.o.d, he hadn't even been wearing any underwear. That realization had her clenching her thighs together as more wetness spilled from her. But it was the sight of the piercing at the tip of his d.i.c.k that stunned, frightened, and aroused her. It was a curved silver barbell, intimidating and like nothing she had ever seen in person before. He was huge between his thighs, but then again he was a big man all over. But seeing it, confined by nothing, pierced and standing straight and hard between his thighs, had her whole body tensing with arousal. He even had a pearl sized drop of pre-c.u.m dotting the tip, and that had a wave of heat filling her. Never had she felt such potent desire for another person, but then again she had never felt the kind of things that she felt for Malice with anyone else.

He gripped his shaft and stroked the ma.s.sive length several times while watching her. It seemed vulgar and obscene, but G.o.d she loved it, and loved watching him do it. But it was when he took off his cut, placed it on the dresser, and then removed his shirt that she had to clench her hands into fists by her sides to stop herself from reaching out and touching him. She wanted him, wanted to run her tongue along all of the hard muscle on his body, and over the tattoos that covered it. Seeing Malice with no clothes on and clearly wanting her was an aphrodisiac all in itself. He had a very light sprinkling of hair on his upper chest, and a dark line of hair that started at his belly b.u.t.ton and went right down to his c.o.c.k. And when he had turned she had seen the tattoo on his back. It was the same patch design of the one he wore on his cut: a motorcycle silhouetted behind a rising phoenix. With his arms and chest covered in ink, he looked so good, so dangerous, and so very masculine. In his presence she felt like a woman. He moved back toward her, slid his hands down her collarbones, across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and continued his path until he got to her pants. He didn't remove them right away like she would have thought, but instead rested his head in the crook of her neck. Seconds pa.s.sed that felt more like minutes, and all she wanted was to do this, to finally feel him do the things to her that she envisioned. They may have only known each other for such a short time, but when something felt this good it seemed almost wrong to go against it.

"Why are you stopping?" She could hear her pulse racing in her ears, and feel it in her throat.

"Are you sure about this, baby, because once we do this it can't be undone." His voice was so very deep, and she felt it vibrate along her neck. "When I take you it will be for good, I will not let you go. I'll make sure everyone knows you're my old lady, and that if they f.u.c.k with you, they f.u.c.k with me." He breathed in and out heavily, and his warm, humid breath was making another part of her even moister. "And believe me when I say they don't want to f.u.c.k with me and what's mine."

She had no doubts that he could deliver on that promise. h.e.l.l, she had seen his fierceness already. She shook her head and lifted her hands so she could rest them on his narrow waist. "I'm sure. I don't think I have ever been surer of anything in my life before." And she meant that, every single word. She heard him swallow, and then when she moved her hands up his sides and rested them on his pecs he groaned. When he moved closer and the hot, hard length of his c.o.c.k pressed against her belly, a half sigh half moan left her. A spark of iciness touched her skin, and she looked down and stared at the piercing at the tip of his erection. She knew enough that that type of piercing was called a Prince Albert. Of course she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel inside of her.

"I want you so f.u.c.king badly." He breathed against her, groaned and thrust his hips forward so she felt his c.o.c.k and piercing once again. "I could come without even being inside of you, baby." He ran his tongue up the length of her throat. "I could lick every part of you, suck at your nipples, your c.l.i.t..."

A tremble moved through her, and she tightened her hands on his shoulders "I could suck on you all night long until you came all over my face." He sc.r.a.ped his teeth over the area he had just run his tongue along. "I want to memorize you, Adrianna, so that there isn't one inch of you that isn't ingrained in my head."

She felt dizzy, high, and drunk from the sensation overload that was swarming her. "Please, Malice."

He groaned against her neck, but he didn't kiss her or touch her anymore. Instead he pulled back so they were looking into each other's eyes. "Hold on, baby." He pulled away from her, and she braced a hand on the wall beside her for support.

Her knees shook, her head spun, and she was so uncomfortably wet that she wanted out of her panties and pants. Everything felt hazy, but soon her mind and vision cleared and she was able to focus on what Malice was doing: grabbing a condom. She clenched her thighs together once more because the sight of his wide shoulders and muscular back covered in ink had her c.l.i.t tingling. He turned back around, and of course her gaze went right to the ma.s.sive c.o.c.k that jutted from him. But Adrianna couldn't help it.

He stalked forward, and really there was no other word that effectively described what he was doing. He stopped mere inches from here, and she stared at the small cut on his bottom lip. Without thinking, just acting, she lifted her hand and ran the pad of her finger right beside it. He didn't move, didn't even flinch. He just stared right into her eyes.

"Do I frighten you?" he said low and then glanced down at her mouth.

"A little." There was no need to lie, but even if she said no Adrianna knew he would have known she was lying.

He lifted his hand and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. "Your instincts are telling you I am not a good man." He was focused on what he was doing with his thumb on her lip. "You're smart to be afraid of me, but you," he lifted his gaze to hers, "shouldn't be. Ever." He slipped his hand behind her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and leaned down to kiss her. With his lips still on hers he moved forward, which caused her to move backward. The edge of the bed stopped her from moving any further.

"You're so f.u.c.king gorgeous, Adrianna." He started touching her all over now, and it was like an animal was unleashed. He covered her chest with his big hands and rubbed his thumbs along the aching peaks. He did this for long, agonizing minutes, and just when she opened her mouth to tell him she couldn't handle anymore, he slipped his hands down and in a matter of seconds had her pants and panties off.

There she stood, completely bared for him, and never before feeling this kind of heat and chill move through her body at the same time. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Malice made this low sound in his throat, and in the next second he was gripping her a.s.s and lifting her up. On instinct she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were pressed snugly against his muscular chest, and the solid, hot length of his c.o.c.k slid through her slick folds. He rubbed his beard covered cheek along her smooth one, and the scruff abraded her flesh in the most delicious ways. And then she was on her back on the bed with Malice over her. He used his narrow hips to push her thighs apart, and the stretch of unused muscles protested from the action.

"Malice." She hadn't meant to say his name, but it had come from her on its own, as if she were pleading for him to give her what she really needed.

"I know, baby. I f.u.c.king know what you need, because it's what I need, too." His c.o.c.k was steel against her p.u.s.s.y, and the thick length slid along her folds and parted them. The cold and hard ridge from his piercing teased her overheated skin. A groan spilled from her, and she was surprised by how needy sounding it was.

"I want you, Malice." She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she didn't want to stop. He leaned down and nuzzled her at the same time he ground his c.o.c.k into her. The base of his shaft pressed into her c.l.i.t, sending sparks of electricity through her. "Christ, baby, you have no idea how good that feels." He pressed more firmly against her, and her mouth opened on a silent cry. He kept hold of her with one strong hand, and used the other to reach between their bodies and align the tip of his d.i.c.k with the opening of her body. Adrianna wasn't a virgin, but she also hadn't been with a man that was so well endowed. His gaze was trained between them, and the fact that he was watching himself as he pushed his d.i.c.k into her body was so d.a.m.n erotic. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and said, "You're so f.u.c.king wet for me." He moved the tip up and down her slit, and then pushed just the tip into her. "And so tight." He said the last word on a groan. "If you knew how hard I want to f.u.c.k you, how much I want you to feel that you're mine, I'd frighten you, baby."

Adrianna closed her eyes close at the delicious way he stretched her and at the feeling of his piercing hidden only by a thin layer of latex moving against her sensitive flesh. "G.o.d, Malice, I want that." She felt delirious for him and loved his filthy words. The burning pain and ecstasy slammed into her as he continued to push all of those long, thick inches inside of her. The pain left her as the pleasure increased. He moved his hands behind her and gripped her a.s.s in a bruising hold. She liked that added spark of pain, loved that it told her he was barely controlling himself.

"You're so f.u.c.king tight and hot." His voice was guttural, and his eyes were closed. With every inch he pushed into her, she finally realized what it was to be claimed. She had never felt this way about anyone, had never even thought feeling these emotions and sensations was possible. "Does it feel good, baby?" he asked in a harsh voice.

"Yes. G.o.d, it feels so good."

With one more thrust he buried the last inch of his c.o.c.k into her and groaned out deeply. They both let out a hard grunt of pleasure, and Adrianna curled her nails into his back, loving how he filled and stretched every single part of her. He pulled out of her, and then pushed back in just as slowly. His breath became quicker when he started thrusting in and out of her, and the heavy sack beneath his d.i.c.k slapped against her a.s.s.

"Oh my G.o.d, Malice." She felt her eyes widen, knew her o.r.g.a.s.m was imminent, and tightened her hold on him.

"That's it." He groaned out. "Dig your nails into me. Make it f.u.c.king hurt, baby."

It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one. With every thrust of his hips she moved up on the bed, but he placed a hand on her shoulder and kept her stationary for his erotic punishment. A high pitched gasped left her. "More, Malice. G.o.d, more." Here she was, begging him for it harder and faster. He never stopped his steady thrusting. In and out, and more ferociously. He lowered his head, and his mouth was right by her ear. She tightened her hold on him, wanting him closer, because for this one moment Malice didn't want anyone but her.

"G.o.d, I've never felt anything like this, Adrianna." His voice was a rough whisper. The root of his c.o.c.k rubbed along her c.l.i.t, back and forth, again and again until that burst of pleasure escalated.

Her entire body tightened, signaling her climax. The pleasure rushed to the surface and stole all of her sanity. "I'm close, Malice." His name came out of her on a gasp.

"Come all over my c.o.c.k, baby." He thrust hard and severely into her, hitting something deep that had her inner muscles clenching around him violently. "Yeah, that's f.u.c.king it. Tighten around me, make me come right along with you, Adrianna."

Adrianna arched her neck and opened her mouth on a silent cry. Her climax took everything out of her, stole her energy, her strength, and replaced it with this euphoric sensation. He slammed into her, pressing his body fully against hers now as he continued to pump his hips back and forth. Her thighs ached from how wide they were spread, and her skin was slick with perspiration. He bottomed out in her, almost slipped free from her body, but then just as quickly slammed back into her. He was an animal as he made these guttural noises and nipped at her neck. When her o.r.g.a.s.m started to wane he reached between their bodies and found her c.l.i.t with his thumb.

"Come on, baby. Don't make me work for a second one," he grunted out. "Make my d.i.c.k good and wet." It was like he knew the pleasure was ebbing and wasn't about to have any of that.

"I want to f.u.c.k you so hard, make you scream out my name." He pounded into her harder now, and a cry of pain and pleasure left her. "I want to do filthy f.u.c.king things to you, lick every part of your body, and then slide my d.i.c.k into your tight a.s.s."

His word were so coa.r.s.e and hard, but they matched the way he was f.u.c.king her, and that was exactly what he was doing. Another o.r.g.a.s.m slammed into her so fast that stars danced in front of her vision. She was about to cry out again, but Malice antic.i.p.ated it and slammed his mouth on hers so hard their teeth clashed together. Her lips would be sore, but she didn't care. Spearing her hands in his hair, she tugged on the strands and moaned.

"But all of that can wait, because right now this is all I want, Adrianna. You are all I want." With one more brutal push into her Malice buried his entire length in her p.u.s.s.y and groaned out as he came. She swore she could feel him swell even further, and feel the heavy pulse as he emptied himself. When he sagged against her, his chest rising and falling, compressing hers and causing it to be difficult for her to breathe, she closed her eyes and sighed. He clenched the hand still holding onto her a.s.s cheek and groaned once more. "s.h.i.t, Adrianna. That was..."

When he didn't respond she opened her eyes and turned her head so she could look at him. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

He braced his elbow on the bed by her head and pushed up slightly. He used his other hand to brush away her bangs. For several seconds neither said anything, but it was a very comfortable silence. The sounds of music and laughter came from the main room, but it seemed so distant, and as if they were in a different world.

"Everything is going okay here?"

She curled into him more and closed her eyes, just absorbing his scent and body heat. "It is. Honestly, these women are very strong, and are already talking about the things they want out of life."

He ran his fingers up and down her arm. "It takes a strong woman to survive things like they have ... like you have." He leaned down and kissed the crown of her head.

"I overheard some of them talking about working with Lucien and the club once they are ready."

He hummed in agreement in a very sleepy way. "It's their choice what they want to do. If they want to go back to selling themselves, that's their choice. We can hire them to work for the club doing that. They will be safe and protected. But if they want to do other things, cleaning, cooking, s.h.i.t like that, we can help find them something as well."

She closed her eyes, thinking over everything he had said, and all the things she had experienced while in River Run.

"How do you honestly feel about me being in the MC and how we make a living?"

She leaned back and looked at him in the face. How did she feel? "Honestly?" She stared at him, and then he nodded. Before she answered she lifted her hand and ran her finger between his eyes. His entire body shook as if he couldn't control himself, and she realized a man of this size and power was just as breakable as she was. "Honestly, it doesn't bother me." She smiled and pushed his hair away from his face. She ran her fingers over his beard, loved that the short coa.r.s.e strands tickled her skin, and sighed. "I have been around illegal and immoral things my entire life, and none of them had been anywhere near this kind of set-up." She glanced at the ceiling and let her gaze travel over the natural pine structure and beams. "You actually care, as does your club. These women are going to sell themselves no matter what." When she looked at Malice she could see he still had this hard look on his face.

"We do bad s.h.i.t, too, Adrianna."

His body was strung so tight that she could feel the clench and unclenching of his muscles under her hands. "We all have done bad s.h.i.t in our lives." Did she want to know every little thing that made up Malice? One day, yes, but right now she was content with the man he had showed her. "You know, when I first started dating Phillip he was nice and sweet, a real gentleman." The low sound that came from Malice was very hostile, but she felt no fear from it. "But even though he showed me this really great guy on the outside, I knew deep down he was no different from the men my mother always hung around."

"Why did you stay with him?"

She shrugged, still feeling shame and self-disgust that she hadn't been stronger and that she allowed herself to be subjected to that. "I don't know. Maybe I thought I didn't deserve better."

"I don't ever want to f.u.c.king hear you say that again." His tone was hard and brooked no argument, and she was seeing that strong biker that didn't take s.h.i.t from anyone break through.

"You're right, Malice. I shouldn't allow myself to think like that." This was a long road for her, but she knew she didn't want to do it alone. "But even though I fell for Phillip's facade I also believe that I have grown stronger from everything that has happened." He hadn't asked her about a detailed report of her past, and for that she was thankful for. Some things were meant to stay behind them.

"I'm not like that motherf.u.c.ker."

Would she ever get used to his growly att.i.tude? She didn't think so, but she liked it. It made her actually feel alive, and that was the first time she had ever said that or felt that way. "Believe me, I know that, knew that instantly."

He pulled her closer to him again, and she rested her head on his chest. The sun had already set, and although there was laughing downstairs, and it broke up the silence that surrounded them, there was this tranquility in her. If this was a bad mistake, then it was the best one she had ever made.

Adrianna stared out her bedroom window and watched some of the girls work on the garden outside.

"Do you want to talk about anything?"

Adrianna looked at Molly and shook her head. "Not really. Things have been going well, actually." Adrianna turned back around and stared at Kendra, who was laughing at something Cecilia said. The windows in the cabin were pretty thick, and so she didn't hear a car approaching until she saw the dark van with a ma.s.sive cross making its way toward the cabin. But the Brothers that were there watching over them that day were already on it. There were no fences or gates around the property, because honestly unless someone knew about this place it was pretty much off the map.

Tuck and Pierce were here today, and they stood in front of the driveway, blocking the van from moving any closer. Two men climbed out of the vehicle, one from the driver's side, the other from the pa.s.senger side. For a moment they seemed to just be talking, but when of the guys handed Tuck a piece of paper she swore she could feel the blast of anger come from the biker. Tuck all but threw the paper back in the other guy's face, and when it was clear the van people were not moving, Tuck reached behind him, grabbed the gun that was tucked in the waistband of his pants at the small of his back, and pointed it at all men. The women working in the garden realized what was happening, and Pierce moved toward them and ushered them inside. Adrianna didn't move, and she watched as Tuck kept raising his hand that held the gun at the guys, and clearly shouting at them. Finally the guys climbed back in the van and backed out. She had no clue what that was all about, but she did know that Tuck, or any of the other bikers for that matter, didn't overreact about anything. They did things for a reason, and clearly those men in the van were a threat. She watched as Tuck got his phone out, and then he was bringing it to his ear and talking to someone as he moved toward the side of the cabin.

"Adrianna, everything okay?" Molly asked.

Adrianna turned away from the window and smiled. "Yeah." She wasn't going to let what was going on outside interfere with her talk with Molly, especially since if there was immediate danger Tuck would have gotten them away from the cabin.

"You like staying here?"

Adrianna nodded. "I just kind of feel out of place sometimes." She knew Molly was Malice's ex, but she was also the house nurse for the girls. This was the first time they had really talked since Adrianna had been calling the cabin home. She didn't know a whole lot personally about Molly, but what she did know was that the other woman was genuine, kind, and thought about others. She wished she would have had a friend like this while growing up. It might have made things easier and more bearable in her life. But she was glad Molly had come today and that Adrianna was finally opening up a little to her.

"But no one has made you feel that way, right?" There was genuine worry in Molly's voice, and for the first time since Malice had taken her out of the rain and back to that clubhouse, she felt like someone actually cared for her.

"No, they have been supportive, but some are apprehensive of my presence, but if I had lived their lives I would feel the same." She turned away from the window and sat beside Molly on the edge of the bed.

Molly reached out and held Adrianna's hand. "You have lived their life, Adrianna."

Although Adrianna hadn't sold her body, she had sold her life for a moment of happiness, and look where it had gotten her. There were a lot of things she wanted to talk about with Molly, about what would happen once this was all said and done, and about where she would go. Malice had told her not to worry, that everything would work out, but she couldn't help but think about how she would repay all of them for their kindness. And even though she did worry about all of that, she couldn't help but be curious about the life that Molly had led with Malice. The truth was she cared for the big brute of a biker. He was coa.r.s.e and crude, but with her he was gentle, caring, and had gone above and beyond to leave her horrid life behind her. He had made sure she was safe, and a part of her saw him as this hero. He was her hero. "Can I ask you something?"

Molly smiled and nodded, and continued to hold her hand. "Of course."

It took Adrianna a minute to actually find the nerve to bring up Malice, because aside from the few conversations that they had where all they mentioned was Malice and Molly previously being a couple, no one mentioned their connection again. Maybe Adrianna should just bite her tongue, but honestly she wanted to know more about Malice. There was something about him that made her feel connected, safe, and wanted. "You and Malice used to be together?" G.o.d, she sounded so immature saying that. She knew they had been together, but she was hoping to build up to a more in-depth conversation regarding him.

Molly just smiled and patted her hand once before pulling it away. "We were together years ago, and have a wonderful little boy to show for it." Molly swallowed audibly, and Adrianna felt like a b.i.t.c.h for bringing it up since it seemed like Molly was uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I just..." Now it was her turn to swallow. "It's just Malice was the one to save me when I was at my lowest. I don't know where I would be without him."

"Honey, what you went through was traumatic. Of course you feel like he is your knight in shining armor." She smiled again. "Malice is good like that. He's a wonderful father and was a good significant other. It's just we weren't right for each other.

Moly shrugged and looked down at her hand. "I love Stinger, and being with him is where I feel is the perfect place for my heart." She smiled, but she still looked down at her hands. "Being with a man in a MC is a different life." When Molly looked at her then there was this seriousness covering her face. "It's a hard life, one that drains your guy to the bone, and they need a strong woman to hold them up and patch their wounds."

Adrianna nodded, and although she didn't speak about being with Malice as anything more than what they were, she also knew that Molly must have been able to hear the longing in her voice.

"Malice is a good man, a fabulous father, and is all about loyalty." Molly stared right into her eyes, as if willing her to understand what she was saying. "If he wants something then he doesn't stop until he gets it."

When Molly stopped speaking Adrianna took in her words, rolled them around in her head, and wanted to believe that he wanted her and that was why he had gone out of his way. Any physical connection that they had could strictly be because he was a man in need of a woman. Or maybe he felt like he had this connection with her, too, that he wanted to be with her like she wanted to be with him. It was hard, something she thought about a lot since she had woken up in that clubhouse, and one she hoped to explore. But it was frightening to say the least.

"Go with what feels right in here." Molly placed a hand over her heart. And when she smiled Adrianna knew that Molly could tell she wanted Malice in a way that was so much more. "Listen, I have a few other girls to check on, but if you ever need anything, or just want to talk you have my number." Molly stood and Adrianna did the same, and after she gave Adrianna a hug and Molly left she stood there and stared out the window. She took the few words Molly had said and let them register. Did she really want to go down that path with Malice? And if he wanted to go down that road with her was it going to be real?

Chapter Seventeen.

Two weeks later.

It had only been fourteen days, and Adrianna felt strangely right at home at the cabin, but she also missed Malice. It might have been very fast that her feelings for him had escalated to this point, but she knew better than anyone that life could be snuffed out faster than she could blink. If she truly wanted him-which she did-she needed to embrace that and just go with it. Her physical wounds were already healed, and she loved being at the cabin and helping the other girls not only with domestic things, but also talking with them. Strangely she had a lot in common with them with bad childhoods, abusive relationships, and then finally finding her way to The Brothers of Menace cabin. These women might have been former prost.i.tutes, and might even go back to doing that line of work when they decided they wanted to leave River Run, but Adrianna didn't judge. In fact she found that they had so much strength, were loving toward each other, and only wanted to survive in this world.