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Her brows knit and she glances down at her hands in her lap. “You didn’t have to kill her.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ did. You’re mine, little siren. No one fucks with what’s mine.”

“Then why won’t you fucking take me?” she blurts and then clasps a hand over her mouth, as if she could somehow shove the words back inside.

“You want me to take you, little girl? Push my fat cock inside your tight little cunt and fuck you until you see stars?”

Her mouth gapes and all I can think about is shoving my dick past those pillowy lips until I feel the back of her throat.

Crimson claws at her neck and cheeks, but she still meets my gaze as she nods. “Yes.”

A twisted grin tips the corners of my mouth and I move toward the bed. She scoots back, her movements still a little sloppy from the alcohol, but I grab her ankle and yank her closer. I lean over her, sliding my hand up her waist, over her ribcage, to her pert breasts. She moans and her eyes fall closed, her head lolling back against the comforter. Her skin is soft beneath my fingers. Too fucking soft, delicate. Fuck. I want her so fucking bad. I don’t give a shit that she’s too young, or where she’s come from. I want this little bitch on the back of my bike and in my bed, her sweet cunt milking my dick.

“I don’t think you have any idea what the fuck you’re asking.” I spread her thighs with my knee and settle into the space between her hips. Her eyelids spring open as my big, fat cock rubs against her little pink panties. My mouth smashes down on hers, my tongue shoving in so deep she whimpers. I can taste the liquor on her breath.I should stop. She doesn’t know what she’s asking. I slide one rough hand up her body and squeeze her tit. The scent of her juicy pussy and the blood on my hands and face assaults my senses, tipping me over the edge and I grind hard against her.

Someone pounds on the door. “Vike!”

I push away from Arie as if her touch were a scalding flame and not the balm I crave. Her eyes are wide and brimming with tears.

Fuck.

“Prez, you in there?” Meatball says as he opens the door. His eyes widen and a derelict smile breaks out on his ridiculous face. “Alright. You finally banged the little mermaid.”

Arie scrambles to cover herself with the sheet, her cheeks now beet red, her eyes glazed.

I glare at my VP and cross the room, grabbing his shirt and wrestling the fat shit back through the door. “What the fuck are you doin’, asshole?”

He averts his gaze from my girl and meets my seriously pissed off face. “Er, Niko got a lead on the island. Said we’ll need to call in reinforcements. Apparently, they’re good at more than just living out kiddie porn fantasies ... Oh shit. I don’t mean—”

“Get the fuck outta my sight before I’m get prospect to pour your lard ass down a drain, too.”

“Okay, yeah. Sorry Prez.”

I slam the door in his face and glance at Arie. “You okay?”

She nods, but she’s got a white-knuckled grip on the sheet, and it’s pulled up to her chin. Fuck.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.Fuck. I could count the number of times I’ve said that to someone on one hand. It’s a fucking short list. “That was a mistake. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

Arie’s face falls, the pain in my words cutting to the bone—if her expression is anything to go off.

I turn and head for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I run the faucet, slip into the burning hot stream, and wash the blood from my skin. Guilt claws its way up from the pit of my stomach, choking me.

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ICAN’T LOOK AT HERweeping and trembling on the bed. I can’t say anything to make it better, to make what I’d just done okay, and I can’t stand her deafening silence, so I dress in a fresh pair of jeans and the shirt I work out in, and decide to hit meatball or the prospect or some dumb motherfucker to make this bullshit guilt disappear.

I make my way through the clubhouse and find Niko in the gym. He’s holding the punching bag as Meraki boxes. Gods, she’s a fucking beast. I need to make sure Arie gets in some training time while we’re here. I hate the idea of her being defenseless—against me or anyone else—ever again.

“Nice form,” I mutter as I approach.

“Get your fucking eyes off my girl’s form.”

“No disrespect, brother.” I hold my hands up in a placating gesture. “I got all the bitch I need right now, and the only form I’m looking at is my goddamn dick denting my jeans every time I’m in the same room as her.”

Meraki turns her head and smiles at me over her shoulder. “Maybe you should do something about that.”

“I’m not into fucking children.”

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