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“As much as I love the fact that you healed enough to move on, can we not speak of that scrawny fucking spineless prick?” This makes her giggle and it is fucking music to my ears.

“He was spineless.” She sighs. “I met a biker while on the road to my recovery. I got a flat tire and he stopped to help me. He was respectful and never made me feel uncomfortable in any way. He changed my tire, checked to see if I was okay, then went on his way, not knowing what mark that he left on me. Tote replaced my trust in humanity and made me see that not all bikers are bad.”

“Tote?” I tilt my head.

“Yeah. He wore a President patch on his cut.”

“Did you see what club he was with?” She nods to me, smiling.

“Three Kings MC.”

“Never heard of them. I will look into the club.”

The air changes and she looks to me with worry shining in her eyes.

“How did he find me, Kohen?”

“He didn’t say, baby.” I sit with her, pulling her into my lap, placing her legs on either side of my thighs so she is straddling me. “But I will find out. The crew he is linked too is also linked to Logan the new prospect, so we now have a valid reason to take this fucker down. Add in what the cunt put you through, and well, let’s just say that we will make sure that the Deadly Dwellers MC is no more.”

She cups my face, inching closer. “I do not want you or anyone in the club to get hurt, honey.” Sliding my hands up her back, burying them in her thick hair, I pull her so close our lips brush when I speak.

“The only ones getting hurt, baby, are those fuckers for hurting my woman. And for stepping into our territory.”

“Your woman?” I grin, licking her lips, making her suck in a breath.

She wiggles her hips and I bite back a groan.

“Baby, you need to stop doing that or my cock will be buried in you so fucking fast it will make your head spin.”

“Then make it spin.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

MADALYN

Sitting on Kohen’s lap, his hard dick at the apex of my thighs, my body heats up from his simple touch.

It makes me feel beautiful being like this, with him. It makes me forget my past experiences and want to move forward. His presence wraps me in a cocoon that is making everything else fade away.

The air around us is charged with the promise of a damn good night, each touch a silent promise that he will fill me with desire all night long.

“Then make it spin,” I whisper to his statement of fucking me fast and no doubt hard.

“Bedroom,” he growls, climbing to his feet with me in his arms.

“Put me down, you ape, I am too heavy to carry.” I get a slapped ass for my comment and a bone deep growl.

“I hear you say that shit about yourself again and I will put you over my knee,” he grunted.

“Oh,” is all I can manage to say after his admission.

I have never been spanked before, but I have read it in books and it always sounded sexy.

Clearly I am vanilla when it comes to sex, but maybe Kohen can teach me things that he likes, and I bet they are dirty.

I scoff.

Of course they’re dirty; he is a biker and they like hard dirty sex, from what I have read.

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