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“No,” he says. “I wouldn’t.”

“I need this.”

“I know.” He lifts our intertwined hands and kisses my fingers one by one, and then he lets go of my hand and slides from the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“We,” he corrects. “Get that ass out of bed, sweet cheeks. I’m gonna show you how to kill a man.”

“Really?”

“Did I fucking stutter? I’m going to show you what it takes to fight someone and win.”

“But I’m not really going to kill someone, am I? I mean, tonight?”

“No, little siren.” He laughs. “Well, unless the prospect pisses me off.”

I climb out of bed and dress in the tight workout pants Meraki gave me. I throw on Viking’s shirt with the ripped sides, but this time I wear a sports bra underneath it, and he only half looks like he might strangle me for it.

Viking dresses in a pair of worn jeans, no shoes, no shirt—just all that hard muscle and those colorful tattoos. I wonder if I should throw a tantrum about him being underdressed like he did with me last night.

He takes my hand and I follow him downstairs. It’s late, but almost everyone is still awake, partying around the clubhouse. Several couples are in various states of disrobement, making love on the furniture in full view of everyone.

Normally, I would look away—mortified—but I’m so fascinated that I even halt in place to watch as a woman on the pool table is feasted on by several bikers. One has his hands inside her sex and her back arches off the table. She cries out in her pleasure and liquid squirts from her vagina in an arc, hitting a biker in the face.

I stand with my mouth gaping open, my cheeks and sex on fire as I watch the display.

“That looks like ... fun,” I whisper.

Viking wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me against his chest. “Don’t go gettin’ any ideas, little siren. You’re all mine, and I don’t share.”

“I didn’t mean ...”

“Besides, you don’t need an army of bikers to keep your pussy squirting all night long. Just one.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, and squeezes my breast. A soft gasp leaves my lungs. “Just me.”

“Then what are we doing? The bedroom is that way.” I point to the stairs.

“Later. You come if you’re a good girl and do everything I say in that training room.”

I bite my lip and let him lead the way.

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IT MUST BE CLOSE TOdawn when Viking grips my wrist and the wooden spoon I’ve been using to parry and stab clatters to the gym floor.

“Shit like that will get you killed, Arie.”

“I’m tired. My hands ache from holding the thing.”

“You think those pedo freaks are going to give a shit that you’re tired or that your hand is cramping? They’re gonna grab the goddamn knife and bury it in your chest.”

“I didn’t think we’d be doing this all night.”

“After breakfast, we’ll move on to shooting.”

I pout. “You promised me orgasms.”

He smiles. “I’ll make you a deal. You show me what you’ve learned tonight and if I like what I see, I’ll let you come.”

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