You still don't own me

Aidan

Her unconscious body lay on my arms, her hair touching the ground. I groaned as I glared at her face. This girl was a whirlwind of trouble, and I could feel it in my bones. I wondered if there was anything else that pretty mouth could do except curse.

Picking her light body from the floor, I exited the club. My men were outside waiting for me. I pushed her limp body into the car and sat beside her supporting her upper body.

And as the car moved, I stared into her face, tracing every inch with my eyes. She was a beauty looking so innocent with her mouth shut. I thought I saw her brows flicker, and she moaned in her sleep, her countenance changing with the pain. Hands went to her head as her eyes fluttered open.

"Stay still," I ordered. Knowing better now, she did as she was told. But something told me it wasn't going to last.

She muttered something inaudible, then closed her eyes again.

Finally, we were at the pack house; coming out of the car, I looked up to see Tristan at his ro