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He angled his hips, sliding the tip of his cock through my entrance with slow precision until I felt his piercing penetrate me. And then he rammed forward with a shout.

There was something about almost losing everything—losing each other—that made this frantic. Something similar towhat happened the night we’d met, except more. More because I knew his truth and he knew mine.

More because we loved each other.

My back bowed, letting my hips rise to meet his ragged thrusts, each one felt like it pushed deeper into my stomach. Each one grinding the steel-adorned tip of his cock against my G-spot.

I heard my cries. I heard the metal frame of the bed shake as I pulled on it. I heard the slap of his hips into mine and the groans of pleasure that churned from his chest.

“Mine.” He growled the word, and then next thing I knew, he had one arm under my back and was hoisting me onto his lap, his thrusts unrelenting even as my position changed.

I tried to hold his eyes as I bounced in his lap, his cock sinking even deeper in this position as gravity impaled me down the whole of him.

“Yours.”

“Again.”

“Yours,” I moaned, feeling my orgasm sink its teeth into my veins. “Yours.” He swelled thicker inside me, my pussy struggling to squeeze him, struggling to take what it needed.

I cupped his face and smashed my mouth to his, kissing him wildly.

“That’s it.” He drove into me harder. “Take it. Steal it, my little thief. Steal the cum right from my cock.”

I came so hard, I saw stars. I didn’t even hear myself scream as my body convulsed, rocking and drenching his cock as he buried himself to the root one last time and came.

By the time I could process anything but the pieces of my body slowly coming back together, I realized he’d laid us back down on the bed, holding me to his chest.

“Your shoulder,” I murmured and tried to push myself up.

“Doesn’t hurt.” The arm he had over my back tightened like an anchor, pinning me in place.“I’m never letting you go.”

I couldn’t argue. I didn’t want to move. I never wanted to move again.For so long, I’d been running from something. From the deaths of my parents. From what happened at the academy. From the gang of criminals I’d been tasked to uncover. From any possibility of a life where I could want something more—something the truth would prevent me from having.

And then I’d run into him—and tried to run from him. But somewhere, I always ended up back in his arms like there was nowhere left to run. Because there wasn’t. There were no lies that could hide me from him. No lies that could conceal how I felt.

I’d always thought that love was something I’d have to avoid, but the truth was that love was something I couldn’t escape.

“Holding me prisoner again, motorcycle man?”

“Yes.” His fingers found my chin and lifted my head up. “Only this time, I’m tying you to my bed.”

“Real or fake?”

His cock started to harden again inside me. “What do you think?”

I smiled. “I think I’m warming to the idea.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Merritt

“We can wait another day.” He squeezed my hand, slowing my steps.

I turned and smiled up at the man who would do anything to protect me—even from something as small as this.

“No, I’m okay. I’m ready.”

It felt like a lifetime had passed in the span of five days. But maybe that was normal when a span of days changed so much—changed what felt like everything about my past.

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