Would they kill me for keeping secrets?

For endangering their club?

Will I be buried alongside my secrets? Honestly, I don’t think my relationship with Sasha will protect me. She’s likely to be just as mad at me anyway for lying all these years.

What I have learnt in the time I’ve been here is that the Untamed Sons are powerful, maybe as strong as Isaac, and that terrifies me, because one day, that power will all be directed at me.

I’ve been around men like this my entire life. I know the lengths they will go to in order to protect their empires, to keep the status quo in place. I’m not naïve like everyone thinks. I know I’m a threat to everything the Sons have built, because if Isaac finds out I’m here, nothing will stop him coming through that gate and dragging me out of here.

I need to formulate a plan to leave, but I don’t know how. I still don’t have transport—my car is being repaired by the club—and the gates, which are now fixed after I drove through them, are always manned.

I sag back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a flurry of activity. I’m fucked if I can’t get out of here.

A knock on the door brings my attention, and I sit up fast, cold pulsing through my body.

I swallow bile, clutching the comforter in my hands, trying to calm my racing heart as I stare at the door.

“Luce? You in there?”

Nox.

My heart rate slows. Nox makes me feel the most at ease out of all the brothers—and not just because we’ve kissed. His genial nature makes it easy to relax around him, even though I can see the darkness lingering in his eyes. Like all the brothers, he has demons, but his are mostly kept beneath the surface—unlike Ravage and Fury’s. Both men terrify me. I see the same dark in their gazes that I’ve seen in Isaac’s, and that makes my stomach fill with ice.

If they knew the truth…

I clamber off the bed and tug the door open. Nox is standing in the doorway, his forearms over his head, resting against the door jamb. He looks handsome, as always, with that slightly wild edge to him. My eyes trail to the Vice President patch on his leather vest and my stomach rolls. His loyalty will always be to his club first, not me.

He doesn’t give me chance to speak, stepping into my space and kicking the door shut behind him with a booted foot. Then like a lion stalking its prey, he moves towards me. I’m pressed against the wall, his hard body against mine and his fingers are tangling in the hair at the side of my head as he claims my mouth.

The kiss is hot, wet, frantic. There’s a definite edge of needy desperation as he takes what he wants. I should stop him, but I don’t. I’m not immune to his charms, and when he kisses me I can’t help but crash my lips against his.

I’ve never felt this kind of chemistry with another man. I thought I loved Isaac, but he never made butterflies beat frantically in my belly. He never made my mouth pull into a smile despite my fears, and he never made me feel safe. Nox does all of this without a word being spoken.

My thoughts scatter as he licks along the seam of my mouth, begging entry. I give into him, opening up and letting his tongue slide against mine. He tastes good, and I want to melt into him more.

Then he hoists me up and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist as I’m pressed harder into the plaster. My body contracts and pulses as needy desperation rolls through me. I want him, I can’t deny that, but the sensible part of my brain screams this is a bad idea.

I tune that out and continue to devour his mouth, my fingers moving over the layer of scruff covering his head. His aftershave fills my senses, a scent that is wholly masculine.

Lack of oxygen eventually forces me to pull back and take a breath. He does the same, panting heavily.

“You miss me?” he pants out, his eyes meeting mine and I warm under his heated eyes.

“Yes,” I breathe out, not even attempting to lie. I have missed him, which is petrifying. I’ve let myself get too close. I let him in and I shouldn’t have, but now I have, I don’t want to push him away. It feels amazing to have a man who wants me for me, not because I’m a prize to be won. I’m drunk on that feeling.

It’s not real, though.

Keeping Nox at a distance is probably for the best. It’ll make things easier when I come to leave. I don’t want to hurt him, though inevitably that will happen.

He walks me over to the bed and puts a knee to the mattress, taking me with him, then his hand goes between my legs, rubbing me through my borrowed joggers. I moan as my pussy jolts with electricity. When his fingers slip under the waistband and against the smooth skin of my belly, I’m lost to him.

Feeling wanted is something I haven’t had for a long time. Maybe even ever. Isaac wants me, but not in that way. He wants to own me, to control me. Nox wants to pleasure me.

I push his kutte off his shoulders, my movements jerky as I try to concentrate while his fingers push aside my underwear, slipping through my folds. I gasp as two move inside my pussy, my back arching off the bed. When his fingers continue to stroke me, I see stars as my climax hits embarrassingly fast and I come, calling his name.

He kisses me as my thighs tremble and when he pulls away, I peer into his face. Isaac’s smug grin flashes across my mind and I freeze, my veins turning to ice.

“Lucy?” Nox says my name softly, but there’s a hint of concern in his tone.

I blink up at him. It’s Nox, not Isaac. I don’t need to be afraid and I won’t let that bastard get inside my head.

“You okay?”

I nod. “Keep going.”

I watch dismayed as he leans forward to kiss my forehead then pushes off the bed. He picks up his kutte from where he dropped it, shrugging back into it.

“Ain’t never going to make you do shit you don’t want to.”

“I know that,” I say quietly, shame burning my cheeks.

“Ain’t that kind of man.”

“I know that too, but I wanted it.”

He climbs back on the bed and pulls me against him. I go into his arms willingly, just letting him hold me.

“Your words say that, but your body tells me something different. I don’t know what hurt you have in your past, sweetheart, but I’m never going to be the one who gives you hurt in your future, understand?”

If he knew the truth about me, knew who I really was, he might not share this sentiment. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him my whole sordid life, but I swallow down the words, instead blurting out, “I know.”

Because I can never tell Nox, or anyone, that Isaac Blackwood is my husband.

10

Nox

“Hey, Nox.”

I stop and turn at the sound of my name and see Sasha striding up the corridor towards me. She looks good. The strain she had when Sin was still alive is gone. The fear, the underlying feeling of being covered in the filth he left on her no longer exists. Her smile is easy, radiant even. Killing that bastard was worth every second to get her back. She’s the old Sash now, the one I grew up with—though with scars.

“Rav know you’re at the clubhouse?” I demand as I move towards her. My tone is a little sharp and she rolls her eyes at me, like I’m being ridiculous. Maybe I am, but I feel a wave of protectiveness when it comes to her, although she’d kick me in the balls for thinking she needs taking care of.