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Her soft moan, the way her hips rise to meet my thrusts, the hurried, angry kisses she places on my lips, let me know she’s close. All of this makes me know I didn’t need her to verbalise the answers to those questions either. “I ...” she moans. “I came to ... kill you.”

“You are killing me. Hurry the fuck up so I can fill you with my cum.”

“You first,” she challenges.

“Woman, fuckin’ give me that orgasm or I’ll take it from you by force.”

“Take it,” she whispers. “Take me. I’m yours, Daniel.”

“I know,” I growl and pump faster. Her breathing peaks, her muscles clench and she cries out as I pull that orgasm from her, and my cum shoots from my cock in hot, hard bursts.

CHAPTER TWENTY

KICK

I’m chugging back a beer and staring off into space when Indie comes back down the stairs. She pauses when she sees me occupying the lounge. I move my feet off the end of the couch and shift so that the side she favours is free, and then I kick my feet up on the coffee table. She’s wary at first, sitting down like a kitten that can’t decide if it’s curious or fucking terrified.

“Does your face hurt?”

I laugh. “Yeah darlin’, it hurts like a fuckin’ bitch.”

“Good,” she says, taking a swig of my beer before setting it on the table.

“By all means, help your fuckin’ self.”

“Oh, I will,” she replies, giving me a stubborn-arse fuckin’ glare.

“You wanna help yourself to anything else of mine, then go right ahead,” I mutter, staring pointedly at my crotch.

“You’re a pig.”

“And you’re a pain in my arse.” I smirk and snatch up my stubbie, downing the rest and putting my mouth to good use before it gets me in trouble.

“Thank you, though,” she says, “For the lesson. It was still an arsehole move, but I understand why you did it. Next time, maybe give the rape victim a little warning before you drag her across the room, throw her to the ground and attack her.”

“If I’d given you warning, you never would have known what you were capable of.”

She thinks on that for a minute, biting her bottom lip as she stares off into space. Finally, she nods and says, “I want you to teach me how to fire a gun.”

“Slow your roll, spitfire. To do that I’d need to take you outside. Prez said outside is off limits.”

“Your prez isn’t here.”

“Lucky for you. Otherwise he’d beat you down for sayin’ that shit. You have to trust that we know what we’re doing here. If it were safe to take you outside, I’d take you out-fuckin’-side.”

She lets out a sigh, opens her mouth to say something, and then closes it again.

“Out with it, spitfire,” I say.

She glares at me for a second and then her face crumples. “Tell me about the tooth, Kick.”

I’m not wearing it anymore. I took it off and threw it across the gym the second she left. And then I walked over and picked it up, threading the necklace through my wallet chain and then pocketing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

The roar of motorcycles up the drive has my head snapping around towards the kitchen where I can see through the front door.Saved by the fuckin’ bell. Though I know we’re not done here. She’ll be bitching at me later to answer the god damned question.

“Cavalry’s here,” I say, standing up and stretching out my tired muscles.

After she’d left me in the gym, I’d taken some of my self-loathing out on the bag. I’m not wearing a shirt because I’d soaked it through with sweat, and hadn’t seen the point in putting on the only clean shirt I had left. I liked the way she looked at me when I wasn’t wearing one, her sweet and innocent gaze roaming every inch of my tattooed flesh, as though all the answers to my secrets were written within. I didn’t have the heart to tell her there was no mystery when it came to me. Just selfishness. And shit. And betrayal.

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