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If for the fact he’d have to be in their presence he would have killed them a long fucking time ago. The thought of it brought a sickness to his gut.

Those childish chants from years ago echoed in his ears.

For a cold-blooded killer, Hawk was still controlled by the acts of others so long ago.

And he didn’t think it would ever change.

CHAPTER THIRTY

“The possessive side of a surly biker. I like. I want. I need.” - Gia

Hating the distance, he popped up, discarded both boots, he stalked through to the bathroom, walked into the billowing steam like he had a right to see his little bit naked behind the fogged glass.

Seeing him standing there she wiped the condensation and stared at him through the glass and didn’t the teasing thing cup soaped hands over her tits, running them in circles.

Fucking hell.

His voice was low and pained. “Stop fucking looking at me like that, Gia. Swear to Christ. I’m not a goddamn saint. I want you.”

Watching her shower? He was the luckiest SOB that had legs. But talk about being cursed. Every part of Hawk ached. Nothing was left out of that gutting sensation. Not his fingers. Not his belly, not his hair and not his raging cock.

She deserved more, better, and he was gonna move fucking mountains to give it to her. Starting right now.

She fucking smiled real damn slowly and slid the door open. Coconut scent hit his nose.

“I need a man’s hand, one with calluses and a man's firm touch, a man who knows what he wants and doesn’t punk out every time things get difficult. I need your hand, Colton.”

He reached for her, but she warded him off. Her tits dripped water from soft peaks and his mouth dried to suck them. “Gia…” he cautioned.

She could have his hands day and night if she wanted them. Make her scream and pant.

“Admit you’re right for me.” She was a slippery little thing avoiding his hands when she swerved out of his way nearly dancing towards the towel used to dot the water from her body, she bent at the waist, ran it up her legs, her inner thigh, over her flat belly.

Hawk’s vision blinked out and he grabbed his shirt at the back of his neck, hauled it off in one fell swoop.

Next was his belt and he kicked off his jeans leaving him naked.

“I want to fuck you in ways that make you ache when you have flashbacks in the morning over breakfast.”

“So, say it.”

“When I'm through with you, the neighbors will need a cigarette.”

“Hawk.” Her foot stomped before her swept up a hundred pounds of perfect woman and smashed her lips under his, licking and biting until she moaned. “Say you’re it for me, baby. No other man is better for me than you, say it.” She was rough with his hair and he fucking loved it, she could claw his skin off and he’d thank her for it.

“How would you feel if I wasn’t around?” Gia pressed him when he had her on the bed making room in between her legs for him.

He grunted, stroking his mouth over her belly, between her breasts.

“Would you hate it if I was dating someone else?”

A growl boiled out of him and he sucked her nipple hard rousing a moan from her.

“Mine.” He told her and meant it. He’d kill a dipshit for trying to date her.

“Exactly,I’m yours. Give me the same in return.”

Though his little bit of a thing fought him with words and her angry little kitten growl her body arched under his, bending her neck she made room for his lips as his hands lifted her into his first thrust and the fucking pleasure nearly split his skull in two.

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