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There’s pain, but there’s pleasure I wasn’t expecting. His cock is touching the spots his tongue and finger couldn’t reachbefore, making my sex clench around him in response. Arousal flares between us when he starts moving, hands digging into my hips as he pulls out before slamming forward, so hard it knocks the breath out of me.

And I revel in every second of it.

“More,” I beg into his ear, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. “Need more, Gray, please.”

“I’ll give you more!” Gray withdraws then slams forward with such force that it sends the bed slamming against the wall, and then everything goes static as he starts hammering into me. Whatever pain is left morphs into toe-curling pleasure as his cock strokes a sweet spot inside me with every slam. I sob, scratching a trail up and down his back as he takes me hard and fast, sending waves of shudders rolling through my body. “Mine!”

I feel more than hear that word, my heart wrenching painfully in my chest. “Yours,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around him and clinging hard to the solid wall of muscles. The wet sound of our love making echoes through the room, and it’s so obscene. So dirty, and yet, so perfect.

He’s so perfect.

And mine.

God, I want him to be mine!

“You feel so good, Scarlett. Your pussy is a fucking dream,” he says, breathing heavy as he picks up the pace and pistons in and out of me in a fevered pitch. Pleasure grows from the place we’re connected before seeping through the rest of my body, threatening to send me over the edge yet again. “No one else gets to have you. I’ll fucking kill anyone who touches you.”

“Yes, oh God… Yes!”

“So fucking close,” he grinds out, frustration clear in his voice. “Come with me, baby. Need to see you come apart in my arms again.”

Gray leans down and closes his mouth over my nipple, sucking the bead into his wet mouth, and that’s the push I need to send me toppling off the cliff. I scream, thrashing under him as my sex spasms and tightens rhythmically around his cock. His thrusts grow fevered, almost desperate as he pounds his manhood in and out of me, pushing deeper and deeper until…

“Gray!”

I feel his muscles tense over me, a vein pops in his temple, and his cock grows impossibly thicker inside of me seconds before he comes with a roar. It’s my name he chants as his cock spurts ropes of cum into my sex. Gray slams his mouth on mine, and I swallow the rest of his groans, letting him pump his seed into my womb without any barriers between us. We’re both shaking when he thrusts into me once last time, his body jerking hard against mine before he collapses forward, burying his head in my neck.

We lie in silence, my body deliciously lax and sated, reveling in the moment we just shared, with only the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room.

And I long for the moment to last forever.

Gray’s lips touch my neck and linger for long beats. “Are you okay?” he rasps into my skin, his warm breath making goosebumps form. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you, princess.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” I answer, wrapping my weak arms around his shoulders. “Quite the opposite. I’ve never thought I could feel this way.”

He chuckles. “There’s more where that came from.” Gray pushes back, and I watch him climb out of bed, blushing furiously at his nudity. He doesn’t shy away from it; I imagine with a body like that, no one would. He walks to the bathroom and disappears there for a couple of minutes. When he emerges, it’s with a wet towel in hand.

“Gray, what are you doing?” I ask, eyes widening with both horror and surprise when he sits on the bed and runs the towel over my thighs, hands holding them in place so they don’t lock.

“Let me take care of you,” he says, voice thick with affection, which floors me. I don’t want to believe that he might have feelings for me. It’ll only make it harder when the time comes that we have to be apart. Still, I let him. “You’re mine now, Scarlett. I’ll take care of you. I’ll protect you. Always.”

I want to believe that this man can save me from the same fate that will destroy my father. It’s selfish and unrealistic to even hope for a second that I might be spared if the Vipers go down. Whether or not I want it, the truth is I was born into the MC. I helped it grow by hiding money for them. Sure, I didn’t hold a gun to anyone’s head or hurt anyone, but I played a role too.

I deserve the same fate that awaits the rest of the Vipers.

Not even Gray can stop that.

Chapter Eight

Gray

I’ve never been good at dating. Back in my teen years, I was busy running around with like-minded delinquents and causing trouble to even think about being in a relationship with anyone. Of course, there were always the awkward alleyway rendezvous and caresses of teens who didn’t know any better.

Love? That was a foreign concept where I grew up.

Love was a luxury for the rich who could afford to not worry about utility bills and an empty fridge. There was no such luxury where I came from. My parents, like many the others in the neighborhood, were gambling addicts who depended on food stamps to survive. They did not care whether their only son went to school, ate dinner, or went to prison as a young adult.

Prison hardened me. It turned me into an unfeeling man who only cared about himself. Going to prison was, however, a blessing in disguise. It was through my cellmate that I was able to join the Rebels and learn what it’s like to have family, but...love?

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