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Over the next few minutes, there was no talking, just the two of them trying to get the upper hand. She would buck him off, but he would manage to get ahold of her again, and then it was his turn to try and pin her down. He even tried to sit on her chest, but that only made her annoyed and she arched her body just enough that she could get her teeth on his thigh, biting down hard through the denim of his jeans. He let out a yell of pain and she used his surprise to flip him off and roll away.

“I should probably be glad you didn’t try and bite me in the balls,” he rasped as he launched himself at her, but missed her by a few precious inches.

“If I could have reached them, I probably would have,” she retorted, panting. She was getting tired after so much fighting and struggling, but she wasn’t going to let him see that. You never let an opponent know your weakness. So she quickly moved toward the door.

She let out an oomph when Razor tackled her from behind, taking them both to the ground with him lying on top of her. She bucked and squirmed, but stilled when she felt his hard cock against her ass. “You cannot be hard right now,” she gasped incredulously.

He let out a dark laugh. “When it comes to you, baby, I’m always hard. No matter what you’re doing or saying. Hell, you fighting me now is enough to make me hard as a damn spike.” He ground himself into her, and she barely managed to bite back the moan growing in her throat. He was right, this was hot, but she refused to acknowledge it. “I bet if I felt between your legs you would be soaking wet right now, Rissa. Because this kind of thing excites you. Fighting me, proving you’re strong is a big thing for you, but you also love to be dominated. To have the big, bad biker make you submit.”

She used every last ounce of her strength and pushed up with her arms and rolled them, making his grip on her loosen. She moved over him hastily, her knee directly on his cock, and her hand around his throat. He stilled, but she didn’t miss the flash of excitement in his eyes, and the answering one in her belly. Damn him. “You know,” she whispered, smiling slowly at him, a lethal edge to it that finally seemed to penetrate his lust filled brain, “with the kind of training I have, I could give you a nice long nap with only a press of my thumb.” To punctuate her point, she moved her thumb lightly, and felt his pulse kick up under it. “Or I could kill you.”

He held her gaze, not moving or speaking for a moment. “Then why aren’t you?” he asked easily. She didn’t answer, watching him. “Because you know you don’t want to,” he answered for her. “Because you don’t want to hurt me, Karissa. You don’t want to leave me either. You like to threaten, to have the upper hand, but you don’t want to actually inflict that kind of pain.”

“Don’t think that because I like you enough to sleep with you that I won’t do what I need to do to get out of here,” she hissed at him, tightening her grip ever so slightly. But it felt so wrong. Her gut was twisting with it.

“I think that you want so badly to prove me wrong, but you won’t, Karissa. Because you care about me. You wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of what you did. You know what I think? I think you don’t want to leave. That you’re secretly hoping there’s a way you can stay. With me. With Esme and Gabe, with the club, all of it. But I think you’re scared to give in. To give up that kind of control, and to actually let me fight at your side. Because of where that might lead for you and I.” He stared into her eyes with so many emotions showing that she swallowed hard. “Give in, Karissa. You’re not alone anymore, and I’m going to help you. I’m going to make you happy. You just need to trust me.”

“I can’t,” she said emotionlessly. Then she pulled her hand away from his neck, and moved off him, rolling to her knees and then to her feet. He was right behind her, but she didn’t attack him again.

She didn’t have the strength. Physically or emotionally. Instead, she walked away from him to the other end of the mats, closest to the wall where the punching bags were dangling from the chains. When she reached it, she turned and looked at Razor, who still stood in the same place, watching her.

“Please let me go, Razor,” she said simply, forcing her emotions down. Any hope, anger, desperation needed to be far away for this conversation. Not to antagonize him more. She needed him to see reason.

“Tell me why, Karissa,” he said after a moment. “Give me that. Give me the real reason you want to leave and take my heart with you.” Her head whipped back at his words. His heart? What? He gave her a wry smile. “Did you really think I didn’t care about you, Karissa? That I might not be falling for you, even if I try to fight it? Especially when I know it’s probably not returned? Even with all that, the only woman I want is you. And if you leave, where is that going to leave me? You think it’ll be so easy to get over you and pretend you never existed? Just a blip of memory to enjoy when I’m old and reminiscing about the past?”

“You’re not in love with me,” she said firmly. “You’re trying to use pretty words to sway me into staying.” He had to be. There was no way a man like Razor could love her.

“Have you always been this cynical, or just with me?” he asked drily. “Because you don’t get to tell me what I feel, Karissa. I have to figure I’m falling for you to put up with all this bullshit. I’ve never once chased a woman. Hell, even in high school they chased me, not the other way around. We have club whores around if I’m hard up and need to get my rocks off. But here I am, chasing after a kickass brunette that can handle a gun, kick major ass, including mine, and has me so tied up in knots that half the time I wonder what the hell I’m doing. I wouldn’t be chasing you if I didn’t want you, Karissa. If I didn’t see a future with you.”

She shook her head, still refusing to believe him. No, this was another tactic and she wasn’t going to let him get away with it. “Just stop. You’re infatuated with me, and you’re thinking with your dick. You and I are complete opposites, Razor. You have your club, and I’m a lone wolf that likes to do things my way. I’m never going to conform to the rules around here. I’ll never be okay to sit back and let the men handle all the messy work of club business. I’d go crazy, which would in turn drive you crazy, and we’d end up hating each other in the long run. Why the hell would you put yourself through that? Why would I put myself through it? This whole thing with Sena is proving it. You want to keep me here, lock the little woman up behind the clubhouse gates so you and the big strong men can track her down to deal with her yourselves. Oh, you might let me have a go at her when you catch her, but you won’t want me to handle her or kill her. Oh no, can’t have my pretty little hands get any blood on them or have that kind of stain on my conscience, right? No thanks. I don’t need that kind of help.”

“And you’re not even going to give me a chance to show you that you’re wrong,” he fired back, irritation making his mouth twist into a scowl. “The club runs a certain way, yes, but did you ever think that we could be an asset for you? We have a hacker that can find her, and we have enough men to provide plenty of back-up. Do I want you to confront her on your own, no, and if that makes me a caveman, so be it. No man worth his balls is going to be okay with letting his woman walk into danger alone. She can run the show, but he wants to be right there in case shit goes sideways. As for everything else, I can’t change the way our club works, but there are things we can work out to make it easier for both of us. Because you and me, Karissa, we can figure out anything we want to as long as we both want to work at it. Are we going to fight? Hell yes. Just means we’re going to have some amazing make-up sex afterwards. Are we going to hate things that the other does? Yes, because every couple does.

“But I’m also going to be the man that shows you I’m there for you, no matter what. No matter what obstacle is thrown in front of you, I’m going to help you get over it. Whether that’s giving you a boost, carrying you over, or cheering you from the sidelines, I’m going to do it. You just need to trust me. You need to give me a chance to prove it. To show it to you. If I can’t, then I’ll help pack your bags and send you on your way to do it yourself. But I’m not going to fail you, Karissa. Every person in the past that has ever hurt you, or let you down, I’m not going to be like them.

“Sena wants to come for you? She can try, but you’re going to face her head on. Because you’re a badass; because you have no fear; because you know I’ll be watching your back just in case something goes wrong. I’m going to be there for you, Karissa. You just need to trust me and let me prove it.”

With each word he said, he moved closer and closer to her, until finally he stood in front of her. He put his hand on her shoulder and shoved her back against the wall. She stared up at him, unable to speak. Unable to think of anything other than what he said. What he offered.

She had always been on her own. Taking care of herself however she could. Even when Esme came along, she had her back, making sure her demons never touched her. Never hurt her. And though she knew Esme had her back too, it wasn’t the same. Esme never knew who she was fighting; who she was running from. She escaped Sena just long enough to be able to train and ready herself, but when it came time to find her, to end it, Esme and Gabe were thrust into her path, pushing Sena to the back burner.

There was a team of people that would help her, and she didn’t want to uproot someone’s life. Especially Razor’s. He had everything here he could want, and where the hell would she fit in? It just wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.

“Razor,” she sighed, putting a hand on his chest to push him away.

“No,” he interrupted, taking her hand and pushing it up over her head in a quick move that had her gasping in surprise. He grabbed the other and bracketed her wrists in one big hand, pressing his body tight to hers, and putting his booted foot between hers, so his inner thigh pressed tight against her center. She gasped at the friction and pressure against her clit, freezing. His eyes burned down at her as he rasped, “I’m done fighting, Karissa. You need to give me a chance. You owe me that. You want that. Let me help you, and let me prove to you that you and I can be exactly what we both want. What we both need. Because I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to let you go, Karissa Valentine. I meant it the other night, and I mean it now.”

“Razor,” she breathed.

“Karissa,” he breathed back, leaning his head down. “I’m done fighting, and I’m done talking. I think it’s time we tried something else.” Then he took her mouth.

CHAPTERTEN

KARISSA

His kiss wasn’t gentle or kind. It wasn’t soft or seductive. It was claiming. It was demanding. She was powerless to ignore it. It was like he had flipped a switch in her brain. The one that shut off all rational thought and only let her focus on her feelings. What she tasted. What she desired.

His tongue plunged inside her mouth, making her moan, and she bucked against him, her pussy grinding on his knee. She wore yoga pants today, and the thin fabric did nothing to hide how wet she was. Though she refused to be embarrassed, the only thing she would allow herself to feel was desire.

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