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“She also told Axel she wanted to marry you and have your kids someday,” Xander finished.

Satisfaction and happiness bubbled inside, but the look on his face made me wary. “Why would she tell Axel Grolier something like that?”

“Because he wants her on the back of his bike.” Xander gave me a full-fledged grin. It was so unusual to see him smile, it took me a moment to process what he’d said.

Ivan chuckled and turned to me. “I’m not surprised. I saw her neutralize that woman with a fucking chair on the video feed.”

“What are you talking about? She’s going to give me a heart attack. I’m not getting anything done here, let’s see the video.” I pointed toward his office, and we all headed down the hall.

Early that evening when she walked into the garage, I stood at the work counter, sipping whiskey and eyeing my car. She stopped short and studied me carefully.

“Hello, Killer. I hear you had quite a day,wedding shoe shopping.”

“Hey, Beelzebub. You look angry, so I assume you talked to Xander.”

Taking another sip of whiskey, I studied her dimples and gorgeous, innocent-looking face. She never failed to heat my blood. The woman needed a good, hard spanking and a nice, prolonged edging session, and I wanted her to enjoy it as much as I would.

I nodded slowly. “I did. And Milo too.”

She swiped her tongue across her teeth. “Don’t blame them. I tricked them both into coming with me.”

I grinned mirthlessly. “Was having AxelFuckingGrolier tell you he wants you on the back of his bike part of your plan?”

She tilted her head and studied me. “Are you angrier about me going to OutKast, or Axel flirting with me?”

Setting my whiskey tumbler down, I slowly stalked her. “When a biker tells you he wants you on the back of his bike, he isn’t just flirting, Lollipop. He’s telling you he wants to own and fuck you—hard and often. Then there was Marlowe.”

She pointed her finger in my face. “You, of all people, don’t get to be jealous, and I didn’t start anything with either of those men. You’ve also conveniently forgotten what Marlowe told me about you and The Emporium. Oh, and the two women who dropped by for a little Sunday afternoon delight. Then there’s Julia Schatzman gleefully informing me about you whipping a woman’s pierced nipples and pussy before you fucked her in the ass while Roman took her mouth.”

Her chest heaved and her neck and face were flushed a beautiful pink hue. Hot lust mixed with my anger, and I grasped her pointing finger, stepped into her space, and walked her back against the car. “Are you upset I haven’t whipped your tits and pussy, or fuckedyouin the ass yet?”

Her pupils blew out, and her face scrunched up. It was utterly fascinating to see her temper and desire explode this close. Her other hand came around and grabbed my hair, then she pulled my head down and kissed me hard.

“Fuuck,” I hissed into her mouth as she bit my bottom lip. Leaning her back against the hood of my car, I kneed her thighs apart, and kissed the temper right out of her as I ground into her center.

This woman made me lose all self-control, she got into my brain and under my skin like no one else, and Ididwant to spank her beautiful breasts and fuck that lush ass.

Sylvie ripped her mouth away and sucked in air like she’d been running a hundred-meter dash.

I nuzzled the side of her neck, and bit down on her uninjured tendon. “We’re going ring shopping today, and I’m warning you now. I want something that makes a big fucking statement.”

“Fine,” she snapped back. “Now hate-fuck me on your car, and I want it rough and deep.”

I grinned evilly down at her and grasped her throat, but she grabbed my wrist.

“One more thing. I just decided where I want my bachelorette party—at The Emporium.”

Chapter 34

Sylvie

Drakos loomed behind me, his hand resting on my lower bare back as we walked into The Emporium. He’d been right about Satan having far better taste than the OutKast MC. The club was situated in the upscale Southern Highlands area of Las Vegas, on a large, gated lot adorned with dense foliage, offering plenty of privacy. It resembled a Spanish Gothic castle, featuring lush desert landscaping alongside sharply dressed valets and staff. It exuded wealth, power, and lust.

Gazing around now, I let Drakos guide me inside the elegant, dim entryway. Soft, sensual music played in the foyer, and a series of decadent, tasteful photos with naked, beautiful couples hung on the walls. The depictions made me want to study each one carefully, yet I felt compelled to turn away and give them some privacy.

A tall, beautiful woman stepped up to greet us. Her lush auburn hair hung in waves down her back, and she wore a silky black slip dress and impossibly high fuck-me heels. A thick iridescent purple O-ring collar adorned her neck, and her perfect breasts swung enticingly under her dress as she moved.

Her nipples were also pierced.

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