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The question, asked so earnestly, destroyed what little hold he had over his passion. Helios managed to say, “I don’t like how you look when you’re scowling either.”

“Then how do you want me to look at you?”

“Like you’ve had the best kiss in your life.”

MJ’s lips parted. “H-how do I even…”

“Like this,” Helios growled, and he finally did what he had always wanted to do the first time he saw her. He covered her mouth with his, and when she gasped in surprise, it only made him deepen his kiss. He drove his fingers into her hair, seeking her nape so he could hold her still and kiss her hard, wanting to brand her completely.

MJ knew she should have expected the kiss. She wasn’t dumb, and those words of his were a dead giveaway. But she had not expected the kiss because she had never dared hope he would want to kiss her. He was Helios Andreadis. He was not only out of her league, but most times, he had her convinced he hated her.

But maybe not
, MJ thought dizzily as she felt Helios’ weight settle over her. His body was hard all over, and she had to clench her fists so she wouldn’t touch him.

“You taste sweet.” His growl tickled her skin as his lips moved down, licking his way to her neck.

She shuddered at the contact but she couldn’t help arching her neck at the same time, wanting more of his kiss. When he started to suck on her neck, MJ bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. It was so erotic, this kind of kiss. It was nothing like she had imagined, and just the thought of how much hotter, how much stronger and
rawer
it would feel when he kissed other parts of her body made MJ’s head whirl.

Helios’ lips were moving again, and when she felt his hands on the hem of her tank top, she gasped.

His hands stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head.

Triumph burst inside him and he slowly raised her tank top up, inch by inch, savoring the sight of her naked flesh. When he had it all the way up to her neck, revealing her cotton bra, Helios couldn’t help it. He bent down and, shaping one breast with his hand, he plumped it in preparation before taking one cotton-covered nipple into his mouth.

A little cry escaped MJ, her back arching, pushing her nipple into his mouth. 

“Do you like that?”

“Y-yes.” Her head twisted left and right on the table. Her legs dangled restlessly in the air. She wanted to touch him so badly now. A moment later, she had to bite her lip again as she felt him pulling her bra down. Cool air kissed her breast and then his mouth was on it again, sucking her already pouting nipple. 

Oh, God.

The sensation was incredible, more than words could express.

“Please,” she gasped. She could no longer keep silent.

“Please what?” he murmured against her nipple.

“Please…” She swallowed. “Please let me touch you.”

The words had him closing his eyes.

Touch him.

She wanted to touch him.

MJ wanted to cry when she felt Helios slowly reaching for her hands.

“Touch me.”

Slowly, she allowed her hands to move. She felt Helios’ head moving, and then his mouth was on her other breast, taking her nipple in. She gasped. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, gripping him hard, and he, too, gasped.

She cried silently at the sheer pleasure of his kiss. Time moved indefinitely, but her world was centered on the point where her body and his mouth came in contact. 

“Please…” She didn’t know what she was begging for. All she knew was that she wanted more. So, so much more. And then she felt his hand beginning to dip inside her jeans. Inside her panties. And her breath caught. 

Oh.

She gasped and he groaned, the sounds blending together as Helios’ fingers came into contact with her wet flesh. 

“You’re so fucking wet.” He started stroking her and groaned again when he felt her pussy blossoming under his touch, drenching his finger even more. “You want this, don’t you?”

She could only look at him, gripping his shoulders more tightly.

He started stroking her folds faster, not letting himself penetrate her pussy because if he did, he knew he would not be able to stop. “More?”

Slowly, she nodded.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“M…more.” The word was barely out when his strokes became harder and faster. Something inside her tightened, bit by bit, the pressure building, making muscles she didn’t even know existed clench inside her. 

So, so tight…so, so hot…

Oh God, oh God.

And then he was touching her, that secret place of hers that she had never even tried to
search
for. He knew where it was, and oh, how wonderful Helios’ touch was. He stroked the nub lovingly then without warning, he pressed hard. 

She came with a cry, her first orgasm taking her completely by surprise, and she couldn’t stop her body from jerking under him.

Turned on by the look of pleasure that dawned on MJ’s face, Helios lowered his head and kissed her, taking her cries into his mouth. He felt her arms wrapping around him, her legs doing the same around his waist as she continued to come with little choking cries. 

He usually did not allow women to touch him in such a way, but with MJ it was all right.

In fact, it was more than all right.

When he felt her body slowly becoming lax, he lifted his head.

And what he saw on her face made his harden.

She looked like she cared for him.

Cared for him like he was her secret crush, when he knew he could never be the same person. He had heard her speak about her damn crush, had known she genuinely believed every word she said. And he hated it because he knew he could not be the man she had described.

Helios pulled away. 

“Helios?” The look on his face stunned her, made her scared, and his name slipped out of her lips before she could stop it. 

“I did not give you permission to call me that.”

She flinched.

The pain on her face made Helios want to hit somebody. His fists clenched at his side.

When she felt his eyes raking over her half-naked body, MJ felt tears stinging her eyes. She felt like a whore, and she felt even more so as she hurriedly rose from the table and fixed her clothes. Over her head, she heard him say, “I guess you don’t like your secret crush as much as everyone thinks you do.”

Chapter Seven

“Why are you still here?” Hallie burst out as she appeared on the kitchen’s doorway. Dark haired and blue-eyed, Yuri’s younger sister was always dressed femininely, with either frilly tops or lacy dresses. Today was no different, and MJ couldn’t help but smile when she saw the pretty pink bow on the other girl’s hair.

But her smile disappeared when Hallie dragged her out of her seat. “Wh-what are you doing?” MJ exclaimed.

Hallie didn’t stop dragging her towards the hallway leading to the club’s private yard. “Today’s maintenance day, don’t you remember?”

MJ frowned even as she tried to keep up with Hallie. “Maintenance Day?” She took out her daily planner from her jeans’ back pocket and flipped through the pages.
Oh, there it was.
MD. “I thought I had written this down.”

At Hallie’s confused look, MJ said sheepishly, “I thought it meant
Menstruation Day
.”

Hallie groaned. “MJ. For real?” She shook her head. MJ was the only volunteer that she really got along with, but even she had to admit that MJ’s brain pattern was not exactly at the same wavelength as everyone else’s. She was an adorable combination of innocent and mature, although in Helios Andreadis’ case, it was said that the club’s president found her more infuriating than anything else.

And that’s a good thing,
Hallie thought to herself as she ushered MJ out of the back door and waved for the other girl to follow her into the garage. Located at the end of the club’s private yard, the garage was previously used by the university as a warehouse for its gardening supplies. When Helios founded the club in his first year, he had donated a huge amount of money to the school in order to acquire full ownership of the warehouse. It had since been transformed into a state-of-the-art lab where the club’s innovators could pimp their bikes. 

Helios had been sad and alone for too many years now. He deserved happiness of his own, and she and Yuri believed MJ was the key to that. The problem was getting Helios to give MJ a chance to make him happy.

She checked her watch and bit her lip worriedly when she realized they were already five minutes late. Helios was big on punctuality. Considering how he had been bad-tempered of late, he might just use this as an excuse to bite MJ’s head off.

Glancing at MJ over her shoulder, Hallie asked, “You okay there?”

“Yep.”
Not.
Everyone in the club seemed so
fit.
Even Hallie, who looked more like a real-life china doll, seemed to have more stamina than she had. The club’s yard was
huge,
and trekking it so unexpectedly already had MJ gasping to catch her breath. Hallie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be winded. At all!

MJ sighed in relief when they finally reached the garage, a huge enclosure with brick walls and steel gates. But her relief was short-lived when, upon entering, the sight of dozens of motor bikes greeted her.

Everyone seemed to be having a grand time inside the garage, with the bikers high-fiving, laughing, and yelling at each other. All of the club’s volunteers were there, and they, too, were obviously having fun, flirting with the guys and wiggling all the body parts that could be wiggled as they helped with washing and cleaning bikes.

It was a happy, noisy affair but she didn’t truly hear any of it.

She was immobilized with fear, trauma throwing MJ back into her nightmarish past. And then one of the bikers started to play cops and robbers with a sexy blonde, pretending to be a cop as he revved his bike’s engine. “I’m going to catch you!”

Vroom, vroom.

MJ wanted to cover her ears.

VROOM, VROOM, VROOM. 

“Are you all right?”

It took MJ a shameful amount of time to come out of her nightmares. When she looked up, Kellion, Yuri, and Helios were in front of her. The two gazed at her in concern while Helios’ face gave none of his feelings away. 

It was the first time for them to come face to face after last night’s…encounter. It was the only word she could come up with that would not make her heart hurt. She had tossed and turned the whole night, trying to convince herself that Helios’ cruel words were only a result of the betrayal he had suffered from his brother and girlfriend.

He had not really wanted to treat her like a slut. He had said what he said, done what he had done simply because he had a hard time trusting anyone. That was all.

Helios had a hard time keeping himself still. MJ did not look okay at all, and he had the strongest urge to pull her into his arms and demand what was wrong so he could fix it. Just seeing her was more than enough to remember their time together, his imagination having no difficulty replaying it with explicit detail.

Jealousy and lust warred inside him. If he had thought having a taste of her would put an end to his obsession, he had been wrong. It had only fed his passion, and now he wanted her more than ever. Just looking at her was enough to have Helios hard and aching, and his cock became rigid under his pants at the thought of claiming her body as his. 

He wanted to claim her, now, right here, so that everyone would know she belonged to him.

“Are you all right?”

Yuri’s gentle voice had Helios clenching and unclenching his fists. Yuri was always the most courteous one among them, but wasn’t this fucking overkill? The other man was giving MJ too much attention, and he did not like it. Not one fucking bit, not when Yuri’s gentle treatment of her was making it more and more obvious who was her secret crush.

MJ felt so miserable. All this time, she had felt Helios’ eyes on hers, and it did not feel good. She had stolen a look at him, and the contempt in his gaze wounded her. Why did he hate her so much? Why, after last night, did he hate her still?

Forcing herself to smile, she told Yuri haltingly, “I’m sorry. I’m just…” She stopped, realizing that she didn’t want to share her horrible past. Back at home, everyone in town had known of the life she had with James, and they had responded by pitying her from afar. She did not want to experience the same thing with the club. That would kill her.

And so she said lamely, “I’m not that fond of bikes.”

Everyone gazed at her with disbelief at her answer. Finally, Yuri said, “I see.”

The note of understanding in the other man’s voice infuriated Helios. That was fucking it? Did Yuri like MJ then? Did he like her so much that he was going to let her get away with such a stupid answer? 

Looking back at MJ, he snapped, “Are you just playing cute or what?”

MJ swallowed. “I…I just don’t like bikes.”

“Then we have a fucking problem,” Helios said coldly, “since Afxisi, if you haven’t noticed, is a fucking club for bikers.”

Chapter Eight

The club’s garage had an open layout with an office set up on a raised platform in one end. It was there that the officers worked, the location of their workplace allowing them to oversee every member’s task. And it was there that Helios observed a couple who stood close together as they worked on a bike, so close that he wanted to fucking kill somebody.

“You know you were too hard on her, don’t you?” Kellion asked behind him.

Helios swiftly removed his attention from the two. It was no use, though. The image of Yuri and MJ working next to each other was indelibly etched in his mind, something likely to torture him with numerous sleepless nights. Every part of him wanted to snatch MJ away and hide her from all the men, especially Yuri. Gentle fucking Yuri who made Helios look like an asshole with every fucking word that came out of his mouth.

Helios’s fingers tightened unconsciously, and the pencil in his hand snapped into two. 

It was a very revealing action, and one that had Kellion’s eyebrows shooting up.