Free Harmony (The Club Girl Diaries Book 1) by Addison Jane Page A

what you fucking like. No repercussions.” She raised a brow slightly but continued to bite and suck her lip into her mouth, like she was holding back her words. “Your only chance, Harmony. Right now. That’s all you fucking get.”
    “No,” she gritted out between her teeth.
    I leaned back against the closed door. “No, what?”
    “No, I don’t want to be a whore for the rest of my life!” She screwed up her face like she had a bad taste in her mouth.
    Now we were getting somewhere. “Then why the fuck are you so upset about me taking claim to you?”
    “You claim me? Yet you will barely even touch me! I’d rather you just fucked me and walk away.”
    I felt anger bubble in my stomach. “So you want me to treat you like a whore?”
    She shrugged and I could see the fight starting to leave her body. “Men take what they want and then they walk away. It’s what I know. It’s what I’ve always known. You start throwing the word claim around and shit-like feelings begin to get involved. That’s how people get hurt.”
    “You been hurt before? Had your heart broken?”
    A gentle smile crossed her lips and she moved to sit at the edge of the bed. “No. I haven’t. Because I live by what I say. I don’t want to be owned. I’m happy doing what I’m doing.”
    I stepped forward, sick of dancing around this crap. “My claim still stands. While you’re with me you don’t touch the other men.”
    She pursed her lips and I waited for the retort, but it never came. This was exactly why my need for her was so strong. I’d given her time to have her say and she’d said it. But in the end, she knows my word is law and she kept her pretty little mouth shut.
    “And when you leave in a few days?”
    “Cross that bridge when we come to it, babe.”
    She nodded, but I didn’t like the look of defeat on her face. Being claimed by a Brother was an honor, but Harmony was too busy worrying about her damn feelings to let go and explore our connection. There was a connection there, I felt it. I was a little pissed at Optimus for keeping her as a club whore for so damn long, when it was pretty obvious she was Old Lady material. She loved the club, she followed the rules, and she respected the men.
    That being said, “I think it’s time I made you realize why being mine is going to be so damn good.”

 
    His words sent tingles through my body and I could only sit and watch as he stalked toward me.
    “I needed to know you were only mine before I took you.” He moved himself between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed. “If I’d treated you like a club girl before that happened, that’s all you would have seen me as, another man using your body.” He brushed my hair back gently, exposing my shoulders and letting his eyes roam over me. “I don’t just want your body. I want every damn piece of you.”
    I sat still, unsure of how to take his words. This man had effectively taken possession of me. The men in the club couldn’t touch me, no man could touch me. My mind was screaming at me to run. It knew that this could possibly lead to disaster. I’d never risked my heart before, I’d never had to. But my body wouldn’t move, it enjoyed the way he was touching me, the way his eyes seemed as though they were memorizing every single part of me. My body wanted him, even if my heart and my mind were still unsure. There was a pull to him that could not be denied.
    “Stand up.”
    I followed his order automatically, my obedience causing a small smile to play at the corner of his perfect lips. He gripped the bottom of my singlet top, pulling it swiftly over the top of my head and tossing it over his shoulder. My shorts went next, his large hands having no problems with the small button and zip. I shimmied them over my hips and let them drop to the floor along with my panties.
    I wasn’t embarrassed about my body. I had a few curves, but they were in all the right places and I felt like it made me more feminine as