Page 58 of Forever Zara

He didn’t feel guilty. Rex had it coming.

Rider had given Rex’s wife and sons the freedom to live a life from out of his tyranny.

Stripping everything off the body, Hawk burned the clothes in an oil can. Rider didn’t stick around to watch as the feral pigs started in on their meal. Keeping them hungry for a few days was the key to making them dispose of a body. It wasn’t pretty, and because he had to eat wedding cake later, he turned from the sight and tried not to listen as they went to town. When he came back tomorrow, there wouldn’t even be a bone left to identify.

“Let’s go.” He told his VP.

“End of an era,” Hawk remarked, using wipes in the truck to wash off his hands of soot and grime. They both changed their footwear back to that of their wedding attire. Rider tossed his black leather jacket in the back and slipped into his suit jacket. He probably smelled like death, but there wasn’t time for a shower, not until he was back at the hotel.

“Until the next one.” Hawk tacked on with a sinister chuckle.

Rider grinned. That’s how it felt too. Out with the old, in with the new. There was always a new supervillain to go up against theSouls.

Leaving the truck at the club, the prospects knew to scrub it inside and out until it shined like brand new. They would have already taken Rex’s truck over to the junkyard to have it crushed. They hopped into Lawless’ ride they’d borrowed. The enforcer would have a shit fit if he knew.

Making good time, Rider parked around the back of the hotel grounds. He and Hawk split up. Hawk went in the front to meet up with Gia. Rider took the back way through the kitchen and sneaked up to the room via the stairs.

Back to Zara.

Her pale eyes widened when she saw him.

The next thing, she flew across the room and flung herself into his arms.

Peace poured down over Rider.

She was it for him.

Not only did she know what he’d been doing, she still greeted him like she thought he was the greatest man alive. So fucking lucky.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby. Sorry, I took longer than I intended to be gone.”

“That doesn’t matter; you’re here now.” She pulled back to look at him, worry etched on her face. But not only that. What was on her lovely face was lust. He didn’t have time to question it. Not when her lips came up and crushed a kiss out of him. Nor when she moaned and grabbed his hair out of the leather tie. “Rider.” She whimpered.

His girl didn’t get off on murder, but she was hyped on adrenaline and needed an outlet for it.

His alibi had been him fucking his wife.

Now he was about to make it the truth.

“I wanna move inside you,” he told her, running a hand down the back of her dress, popping up a button as he descended to her ass. When it was gaping open, he helped her step out of it.

She was utterly gorgeous in the thin strappy white dress fitted to her slim body with numerous lacy skirts flared around her feet, but she was a fucking vision out of it. Standing before him in white underwear and stockings, Rider wanted her. Badly.

It became a frantic moving of clothes, sliding her panties down her legs, freeing his length, hot frenzied kisses shared.

Wet, messy mouths strained toward the other.

He tasted her adrenaline, her relief. And love.

“Rider, please.”

“I got what you need, Icy-baby. Got it right here.” It had to be fast when he put her up against a wall, lifting her smaller body until she clung around him. And then Rider pushed inside her, working back and forth until he could bottom out.

He felt her moan powering through his cock. And when she sucked in back-to-back breaths, he sensed how close she was from a few thrusts.

“Need it?” He asked into her mouth when she grabbed him around the neck, bringing his head down for a kiss.

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