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“Ohmygoodness.” My cry is muffled by the duvet and his rhythm and thrusts drive me into the bed, taking my pleasure higher and higher.

I know his grip is going to leave bruises on my hips, but I don’t care. The bites I left on his chest make us even.

His thrusts turn from smooth strokes to merciless pistons as his hips slam into me again and again. I lose myself in the savage decadence of the pleasure he’s pounding into me.

“Fuck me, U,” I beg, tears falling out of the corner of my eyes as he tears down every defense I ever had, giving me bliss so long denied.

“I knew it was going to be like this with you,” he growls, driving into me. “Nothing’s changed.” Gripping my hair, he bends his big body over me, fucking me like a savage. “Do you fucking hear me, wildcat? It was never over between us.”

He grinds so hard into me, hitting my spot. My breath seizes. I’m shattered. Ruined. His.

He keeps fucking me until I finally feel his dick kicking his release into me, filling me until he overflows.

“Get your ass up and clean me,” he growls, dragging my supine form up and around, making me lick him clean.

“I hope you know you fucked up tonight letting me have you again.” Meeting the hard mix of unmitigated passion and determination in his gaze I realize how true it is.

Chapter

Seven

The dilemma

Ulysses

“I’mthe only person you’re fucking from now on.”

Slamming my hand on the dash of the truck after I pull up to the Shelby-Love County Court House, I’m fuming. “Fuck.” This was the last thing I needed —shewas the last thing I needed. I was so fucking confounded by Angel’s demand to handle the situation when we saw her little nosey ass peeking over the side of the rooftop I didn’t think, didn’t dredge up the strength I needed. Then when she said she was having company, I fucking lost it. Something primal rose up in me, demanding I stake my claim, mark her as mine and only mine.

I’d been doing so good at keeping my distance. Then, just as I knew it would, my control snapped as soon as I was within sniffing distance of her. Immediately all I could think of as she was sassing me was to bury myself so deep inside of her that she didn’t know where she began and I ended. And damn if that’snot what happened; not once but so many times that I didn’t find myself leaving her place until the sun cracked over the horizon.

Already late as I was leaving, I even nodded to Mr. Lopez as he was entering his flower shop. My relief of it just being him vanished the moment his wife Ms. Maria popped her head out of the back door with a cheerful, “Hola, Sheriff.” Any thought of my keeping Kandie company being kept quiet flew out the window right then. The woman has only one rival when it come to the level of gossip she spreads and it was the minx whose bed I’d just left.

As the thought settles in, I can’t help the smug satisfaction I feel knowing that soon Kandie and I are going to be the town’s new open secret. It gives the other work I put in a little competition in the gratification I feel.

I sitin the darkness watching the four men toss back beers laughing.

“Did you see the way her head cocked hard to the right when I tagged her?” A blond chuckles shaking his head.

“Yeah, but I got her in the back good.” A scrawny redhead almost falls over as his body shakes with mirth.

“She coulda broke her neck, Tobias.” Just as I think I will only get to maim this one, he clarifies with, “We should have brought her back here.”

“Nah, she a barfly. We knocked some sense into her. Next time she’ll know better than not to come along quietly. That is if she didn’t break her neck falling in that ditch.”

Regulating my breathing I inhale and exhale aiming my M82 hitting target one, then in quick succession take out thenext three. The fourth had enough time to turn so instead of a head shot blood gurgles from the redhead’s throat.

Rising from the wheat field, I stalk forward, removing the sand-colored camo from my truck. Getting into the cab, I back it up, taking the bag filled with lye, fresh local dirt, and chicken droppings from the back along with a plastic tarp.

One by one, I wrap the four dead men, tossing them in the back of the truck. After spreading the lye-soil mixture over the bloodstains so no one will be the wiser — not that these dumbass wastes will be missed by anyone other than their mothers — I head to the Shelby sugar cane fields.

It’s after laying those motherfuckers to rest in a spot of the freshly plowed acre of Shelby Sugar with Mathias looking on boredly because I didn’t have the decency to keep them living so he could have some fun burying them alive. “I have another thing to do tonight,” I tell him just as the text came in from Angel telling me to meet him behind the Lopez’s flower shop. He chose the location but now I have another problem — how much did Kandie hear and how much did she understand? I know she like most folks around here has a smattering of Spanish language knowledge but is she fluent?

Angel is a cold motherfucker and though he got the nod from Pa-Pete to take over this area for his enterprises, he won’t hesitate to get rid of anyone who causes him any friction, Kandie included. The fact that he gave her to me to handle and not one of his guys is the only reason she’s still alive. “Handle that.” He nodded in her direction, eyes cold, the message clear before turning to leave.

“Fuck,” I yell, slamming my fist on the steering wheel. Instead of handling her, I let her handle me. Squeezing my eyes closed, my mind immediately drifts back to the way she licked come off my dick, taking as much of me as she could. How she met every demand as I stretched her tight little holes, makingher take my dick, finger, and tongue again and again. She was so soft for me when she strutted around town like a cocky little hellion busting balls everywhere she goes. She bends for me so beautifully. Damn if that’s not the biggest headfuck to my ego. To have the town’s baddie ruined for me.

Balls tightening at the thought I shake my head trying to erase the thoughts spiraling through my brain. Shoving out of the truck’s cab I eye its fresh washed surface making sure I didn’t make any mistakes on any of my illicit activities.

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