Page 118 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

My Secrets. My Family. And now, my woman. Scar understands this is something else I’ll never let him have however much he wants.

Without a word, he turns and leaves the room. The door clicks shut behind him, and just like that, the air shifts.

It’s just us now.

When I look down, I find Luna watching me, her lips curled in a satisfied smile. She doesn’t say a word, but the fire in her eyes says enough.

She knows what she’s done to me—to Scar—and she’s damn proud of herself.

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Luna

“You think he got the message and will back off now?” A sly smile tugs at my lips as I lick away his salty taste.

“What message, Luciana?”

“That I’m not available. That we’re . . . together.”

Cade’s eyes darken as he reaches down, his thumb wiping a stray drop of cum from my chin, then stroking it along my lower lip before cradling my face in his hand. For a moment, I forget to breathe.

“Scar got the message the moment I pinned you to the pick-up,” Cade murmurs.

“Nah, I don’t think so. Not with the way he was acting.”

Scar seemed nice and playful and with that mysterious edge of psycho. But he was also deeply attracted to meand surprisingly bold about it.

He’s the kind of man that would have held my interest—a lifetime ago. But no, he didn’t act like I was exclusive to his friend and partner.

Cade’s fingers tense slightly on my face, his gaze flickering with something I can’t quite name. “Trust me, he knew from the moment he saw us outside. Because I never start without him.”

“Eew.” I jerk my face back and wrinkle my nose as the pieces click uncomfortably into place. The way Scar looked at me earlier, how he encroached on my space as if entitled to it—suddenly makes sense. They shared everything, including women. “That’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, I know, we’re fucked up.” Cade flashes me an infuriating grin as he pulls me to my feet. “Mindblowing as that was, it was massive overkill.”

I smirk, trying to claw back some control. “Well, I there’s no harm in rubbing it in. Besides, you were seething with jealousy.”

His fingers clamp around my jaw hard enough to make my breath hitch. “You took off your top, Luciana. You were seconds away from baring your tits for him.”

Of course. I knew he’d hate that.

I meet his stare head-on. “I didn’t do it for him. I did it to hurry along that decision you were wrestling with. Scar just happened to be a spectator.”

His irises seem to glow, a warning sign he’s getting annoyed. “A spectator, huh? Tell me, did you suck me off because you loved it, or because you needed to prove a point to our ‘spectator’?”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Caden. Why don’t you check for yourself, see if I enjoyed it?”

The challenge hangs between us, and then he’s carrying me to the couch. He bends me over the back of it. Holding me down with a forearm, he strips off my boots, jeans, and panties with the other.

I moan at the first touch of cool air against my wet folds and spread my legs, tilting my hips up, waiting for his exploring fingers.

Which is why the first stinging blow on my ass catches me completely off guard.

“Cade, what the hell—”

Smack!

The sharp sting floods me with sensation, and I gasp, instinctively trying to straighten, but his forearm keeps me pinned. When the next blow lands, tears sting my eyes—hot, humiliating. Yet, shame isn’t what spreads between my thighs.

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