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I knew her, too, didn’t I?

I did.

I climbed on the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.

Looking into her eyes was like looking into her soul. She couldn’t fucking fake that.

I reached for her, pulling her up into a sitting position and taking off her shirt. Her nipples tightened when they came into view, and I cupped her breasts, squeezing them tightly. She let out a breath of air harshly as if she’d been holding it.

Her tattoo of my name moved up and down from the small pants. Fuck me, but like every time I saw it, the possessive part of me roared to life in satisfaction.

There was no fucking way she would ever betray the club or me. No fucking way.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” I asked darkly.

Her brows pinched a little when she responded, “As much as you are mine.”

I smiled a little. “Then every fucking inch of you belongs to me. I fucking own you.”

Her chin tilted up, her eyes flashing in defiance as if daring me to deny her next words. “Just as much as I own you.”

I shook my head. “Don’t you fucking know? Don’t you fucking know I belonged to you since the first moment I saw you in that fucking abandoned farmhouse?”

Her eyes softened at my words. “I would call you crazy, but I’m sure that’s already been established.”

I slapped the side of her tit, watching it jiggle.

Her breath stuttered as she tried to gulp in as much as possible.

Fuck. I slapped it again, and her face contorted in both pain and pleasure.

“Dominic,” she whined.

I slapped it a few more times, moving to her nipple after the last one.

“Do you love it? Do you love it when I treat you roughly?” I grabbed her hair and pulled on it. Her mouth opened but nothing came out and I kissed her, taking a bite of her bottom lip and plunging my tongue inside when she opened her lips for me.

I let out a low groan at the taste of her, and her hands settled on my waist.

I pulled back, watching the way her chest puffed in and out.

I slapped her tit again. “Answer me, baby. Do you love being my whore?”

“Yes!” she screamed when I pinched her nipple. “Fuck. Dominic, please.”

I grabbed her hips and turned her until she was lying on her front.

She made a small noise in surprise, and a rush of arousal shot sharply through me as I lifted her hips, so her ass was in the air, presented to me.

“So fucking pretty,” I said, cupping an ass cheek.

“Dominic? What’s going on? Did something happen with the club?”

She was saying that out of concern—but a cynical part of me wondered if she was searching for information.

I shook my head.

No.

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