Free Heart Ties (Club Ties Book 2) by Em Petrova

tongue. Around and around the perimeter then drawing on it hard. When he bit into it, she came off the roof.
    He sucked for long minutes until she couldn’t hold still. Her nails sank into his scalp, and she tugged his hair, drawing her down, down.
    A low clinking noise sliced through his consciousness. He jerked away and sat up, grabbing his hat in one motion. He pulled it over his head and looked down at the woman he’d easily lose his mind for.
    “Tomorrow night. You’re leaving with me.”
    She was fucking beautiful, sprawled under him, lips bitten and eyes glassy with want. “I can’t.”
    “You are. Same as tonight, I’ll come to you. Don’t bring anything but the clothes on your back and anything small you can fit in your pockets. I’ll get you everything you need.”
    She shook her head. “You can’t. The Raiders—”
    “I’ll handle it. I’ll have it all in place, and we’ll disappear for a while.”
    Her eyes fluttered shut, and she pressed her palm over her mouth. Her hand shook, and he caught it.
    “Baby, you can’t argue with me. Now that clinking noise is one of the guards rousing, so I need to go.”
    “What if they won’t let me out?”
    “Then I’ll come in after you.” It took a helluva lot for him to climb off her and crawl to the edge of the roof. Before he swung his leg over to reach the ladder, he met her gaze. “We’ll finish what we started.”
    He dropped down as fast and soundlessly as he could. One guard was stumbling around, just as Drake had thought, while the other two were still out cold along with the mutts. Drake stepped around them and squeezed out of the fence hole.
    As he took off walking through the darkness toward his bike several blocks away, his old craving for alcohol struck.
    Yet no amount of Scotch would make him forget that woman’s kisses.
    •●•
    “Girl!”
    The barked word knifed through Delta and she whirled, her heart tripping.
    “Are you daydreaming?” Micky strode forward and slapped her. Delta’s head rocked, but she took it without a noise. Even the second—harder—blow.
    When Micky shoved her against the counter and the edge dug into her ribs, she issued a gasp, though.
    She covered the aching spot with her hand and straightened, ready for more.
    Micky already sported a black eye, and Delta longed to give her a matching set. She folded her fingers into her fist to keep striking out.
    “Houlihan is asking for you.”
    Her stomach heaved, but she kept her face expressionless. To show her disgust and fear would only incense Micky more.
    “I need to finish cleaning the kitchen.”
    She looked around at the tidy space. “Looks fine.”
    “But the floors—”
    She lashed out again, catching Delta across the cheekbone. She felt the hot blood collecting under the skin but didn’t raise a hand to touch it. She wouldn’t give Micky the satisfaction of seeing how much she’d hurt her.
    As a child, it had been impossible, but in her teens she’d found that if she didn’t react outwardly, Micky left her alone. Lucky left the hitting up to Micky most of the time. Though Delta had been on the receiving end of his fists a few times, Lucky liked to use his mind to hurt her.
    Her mother’s blue eyes narrowed. “Houlihan,” she said slowly.
    Delta turned and walked out of the kitchen and right up to the only person who ever offered protection, and he could be just as brutal. Houlihan.
    “There’s Girl. Thanks, Micky.” He looked past Delta to her mother. He never really looked at Delta—she was property to him.
    He didn’t want a girlfriend or even a lover. He wanted Girl to kneel at his feet. Once in a while he’d smack her across the face. The small scar near her left eye had been left by his chunky gold ring, but usually he didn’t hurt her too bad. Having a submissive gave him some sort of head-gasm. He’d only ever made her suck his dick a few times in all the years she’d knelt at his feet.
    She suppressed a shudder at the