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It was her life, not his, and if anyone could look after her, it was a Speed Demon. She was already in the life and had no doubt been marked from birth. Was he pushing Freya away for her own good but, at the same time, taking it too far and making her feel unwanted?

“Look at me,” I ordered gently.

She sighed.

“Princess, look at me,” I demanded.

Slowly, she turned until her glistening eyes hit mine.

“When it comes out about us, you gotta know we’re gonna get shit. Are you ready for that, Frey? Do you understand how much it will hurt to have your family turn on you?” I asked. “I’ll always have your back. But we’ll be cast out. I’ll be seen as a traitor. Do you know what the consequences will be? If Dagger turned up here I’d be fucked.”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you know how often my dad’s visited me while I’ve been in Denver?”

I shook my head.

“Zero times. He doesn’t come here. The club’s more important. Trust me, Colt. It won’t come out yet because it would mean somebody would have to visit.” She sat up, twisted her body, and swung a leg over my lap, straddling me.

“Jesus, fuck.” I groaned as heat from her pussy hit my cock.

She curled a hand around my nape, leaned forward, and crushed her mouth against mine.

A flame ignited in my stomach as the scent of Coco Chanel hit me in the dick.

She sighed and pressed her pussy against my hardening cock. Her soft tits skimmed my chest, and I raised a hand to cup one gently.

With a strangled grunt, my tongue licked along the seam of her lips, a silent demand to open. My fingers dug deeper into her skin, her hips circling against me.

I pressed my tongue against Freya’s, desperate to taste her after years of fantasizing. She was the girl I dreamed of, and finally, we were here together, the way it should’ve always been.

One hand slid against my chest, and she whimpered into my mouth as her crotch circled mine again.

I pulled back slightly, and my mouth latched onto her bottom lip, gently sucking.

I felt her thighs tremble. Throwing her head back, she moaned at the sensations I evoked, my lips traveled down her neck, kissing the soft skin of her throat before nipping her collarbone gently.

She seemed too far away from me. I needed her taste back, needed her warmth.

“Mouth,” I rasped. “Now.” I pulled back to look into her eyes again. “Gimme that fuckin’ mouth, Princess.”

Freya leaned forward again and sucked my top lip, mimicking my earlier action. My hand moved from her hip to dig into the cheeks of her ass so I could pull her hot pussy against my cock. I took her mouth again and fucked it with my tongue, in and out, while I pulled her sweet, weeping pussy against my cock.

I nearly came then and there.

Men went crazy for the beautiful woman in my arms. I’d seen their fevered looks, their slackening jaws, and their wolfish grins following her whenever she walked into a room. She looked like a fucking siren, but underneath, she was a girl next door, sweet, caring, and kind.

My throat heated when I thought about everything I had in my arms. Freya wasn’t a girl anymore. Finally, she was ripe and ready for me. She looked, tasted, and smelled like she was all fucking woman. The Chanel scent I’d associated with her for so long had become ingrained in my psyche.

With a soft moan, she broke our kiss. “I feel so empty,” Freya whispered. “Please come to my bedroom. I need you, Colt.”

My cock wept at the thought of being inside Freya, but I wanted it to be special for her. It seemed wrong to fuck her the same night I’d dumped another woman. I wanted her more than anything, but it just didn’t feel right.

However, it didn’t mean I couldn’t make her feel good in other ways.

“Hold on,” I ordered gently, moving her arms until they were secure around my neck. With Freya still on my lap, I slowly stood. Her legs snaked around my waist, and I began to carry her toward the bedroom.

“I know I’m askin’ a lot,” I murmured. “And I know you don’t like my rules, but tell me you want this, and I’ll give you everything I can.”

Freya’s eyes bored into mine like she was searching for something.

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