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She’s dirty and perfect, and if I was the man I was five years ago, I’d be tempted to show her just how much I love that about her.

“Speaking of…” She drains the rest of her drink, setting the empty glass on the bar. “I could use a repeat performance.”

“We ca—”

“I know.” She rolls her eyes. “We can’t. It’s dangerous. You don’t want me.”

“Never said that last part.”

A smirk ticks in the corner of her mouth. “No, you didn’t, did you?”

“Luna…”

“It’s fine, really.” She slides off the barstool, stepping close. “If you’re going to be a jerk, maybe I’ll just find other company tonight.”

I stop her before she gets the chance to slip away, snaking a hand around her waist and pulling her back to my chest. My other hand tangles in her ponytail as I tip her head back to force her to look up at me.

“You’re not doing that,” I warn her.

Just because I can’t claim her doesn’t mean her body isn’t mine now. I’ve waited over a year to touch her, and now that I have, I’ll be damned if anyone else gets to.

“Want to bet?” Luna wets her lips, tempting me. “I know you want me, Marcus, no matter how much you try to fight it. If it makes you feel better to lie to yourself and say you don’t, that’s fine. You can try to keep your distance. The question is, how long are you going to be able to sit back and watch before you just can’t help yourself?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ll see.” Luna smiles, but it’s not sweet.

It’s wicked.

Pure sin.

And I have no choice but to let her go, watching her disappear through the crowd before I’m tempted to bend her over and fuck the defiance out of her right here.

I’m still staring off into space, thinking about what she said, when my phone pings. I pull it out of my pocket, expecting movement on the perimeter. But instead, it’s a text.

When I open it, I’m met with a picture of Luna lying back on the bed. She’s still wearing her skintight white gamer T-shirt, but she’s ditched the jeans, and her knees are tipped open with just her hand covering her perfect pussy.

Luna: Since you like to watch…

And that’s when I realize it’s not her bed she’s lying on.

It’s mine.

18

Luna

Ghost wouldn’t take hiseyes off me the whole time Reaper was talking to me, and it was the confirmation I needed that I was doing the right thing tonight. He might have been trying to resist, but the second Reaper touched my arm, Ghost pulled out his knife and held it at his side.

He knows I’m his; he just needs the okay to act on it.

After all, his mind might resist, but his body wants me. I felt the proof when he stopped me from storming away. His thick muscles tensed, and his hard cock pressed against my ass as I taunted him. He’s aching to put me in my place, and I want him to do it.

Which is why, the moment he let me go, I knew what needed to be done.

I cut through the clubhouse, beelining to Ghost’s bedroom. Once inside, I stripped off my jeans and lay on hisbed. He might have been able to deny me at the strip club, but it will take more than patience to refuse me here.

Setting up my phone on the nightstand, I spread my knees and sent him a photo that was just enough of a tease to lure him in.

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