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She bounces and rolls to her back, staring at me defiantly and smugly. “Naughty minx,” I growl at her, rubbing the sting on my ass. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“You’re making a lot of statements and threats,” she mocks. “I’m starting to think that you’ve lost your touch since our last time together.”

She’s baiting me and I love it. This side of her is exactly why I’m so obsessed. And it only makes me want to prove her wrong. Instead of answering, I move to the side of the bed with her nightstand and quickly open the drawer. She pauses, watching me, and that smug smile on her face slowly drops. I reach in and find what I’m looking for, pulling it out and inspecting it for a second, before looking at her with a slow, mocking smile of my own. “Is this what you were talking about being able to fill you and please you more than my cock, spitfire?” I taunt, holding up the silicone dildo before climbing on to the bed. She doesn’t back away, and she doesn’t answer me, just watches. “Well, then maybe we should test that out, huh?” I purr, trapping her legs in their open position when she goes to close them.

“Viper, what are you doing?” she demands, but then sucks in a breath when I press it against her entrance, her body stilling.

“I think it’s time we test this theory out, don’t you, baby girl?” I purr as I slowly work it inside her. It’s about as thick as me, but without the piercings or the length. With how wet she is, the toy slips easily inside her, and I work in and out of her. She moans, her hips arching into it, but there isn’t that same lust-filled expression on her face, or in her eyes. “Do you like this, baby girl?” I ask her. “Do you like this toy fucking you nice and slow? Letting you feel it as it stretches you?”

“Feel so good,” she purrs, pressing down further on it. “Can’t tell the difference at all.”

I chuckle, moving it faster and harder inside her. Her breathing picks up, and I grin as I lean forward running my tongue from just above her entrance to her clit, making her gasp, and then turn that to a moan when I capture it in my mouth and give it a hard suck. But only one, knowing she’s getting closer to the edge again. No fucking way am I letting her cum on this toy. No, she’ll be coming on my cock. Still, I give her a little more, until I know she’s really close, before I pull my mouth, and the toy from her.

“No!” she cries, eyes flying open and glaring furiously at me.

I don’t give her a chance to do anything about it, because I toss the toy aside, grip her hips, flip her over, pull her hips up so that she’s face down on the bed, and thrust hard and fast inside her. There’s no low moan and cry now. No, she puts her face into the bed and scream as I bottom out. Fuck, yes, this pussy is perfect. I’ll never get enough of it.

I curl my body forward, bracing one hand on the bed, and the other weaving into her hair, gripping it tight as I pull her head back so I snarl in her ear, “Can you tell the difference now, baby girl? Feel the way Daddy’s cock is inside you, filling you so much better than that silly toy? Tell me and I’ll let you cum. Give it to me, baby girl. Now.” I punctuate my statement with another hard thrust, and she cries out.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy, so much better,” she blubbers out, her body moving desperately against me. Clearly she’s done joking or teasing.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise her. “Now you get to cum.” I pick up my pace, the bed creaking with each thrust. I vaguely am grateful she doesn’t have a headboard or we’d be making even more noise for the neighbors to hear. Not that I give a damn. I want them to know she belongs to me. And that primal thought has me fucking her as hard as I can, while also reaching around to pinch her clit once, then twice , before she’s spiralling over the edge, clamping down on me so damn tight I don’t bother trying to hold back anymore.

She lets out a loud cry, but she somehow manages to cut it off. I growl as I finish, spilling into the condom. I release her hair, and we fall to the bed. I quickly roll so that I’m on my side with her in front of me. I know I need to get up to take care of the condom, but my entire body is jelly and I can’t manage it yet. Holy shit.

We’re panting, our bodies are slick with sweat, hearts pounding hard. Finally, I manage to get my wits about me, and I pull out of her, making her moan, before I roll and get to my feet, giving myself a second to get steady before I go to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean myself up. When I get back to the bedroom, Eden is in the exact same spot as before, eyes still closed. I move back to the bed, climbing back in behind her and pulling her back against me.

“No more,” she croaks out.

I chuckle, moving her hair out of the way before I kiss her neck and murmur, “I don’t think I could handle another round right now either, spitfire. You about killed me.”

“Gonna have to work on your stamina then, old man,” she rasps, then groans when I nip her neck for that.

“I’m thirty-five, woman, and if I had time, I’d show you stamina.”

“I’m thirty-one, so you’re already heading toward middle age,” she snickers. “Gonna need to get you some blue pills soon enough to keep up.”

I can’t help but grin. “The day I need those when you’re around, shoot me,” I tell her. She chuckles tiredly and I know she’s already starting to drift off. I hold her for another moment before I murmur, “I need to get back to the clubhouse, baby girl, but I’ll make sure you’re all locked up safe and tight. Someone is going to watch your apartment tonight. Then tomorrow, they’ll covertly follow you to and from work, but any problems, you call me, got it?”

“M’kay,” she whispers sleepily, drifting off.

“Night, baby,” I whisper as I kiss her neck, then roll off the bed, and tuck her in. She’s already asleep, but I stand there and watch her for a moment. I don’t want to leave, but I know I can’t stay. Not only because of Archer, but if Vlad or his men see me here, they’ll know something’s up and will bring danger right to her doorstep. But I won’t be leaving her alone. She’ll be safe with Crypt watching the place, and then Carson or Kaleb monitoring her to and from work. But it’s hard not to resent the fact it’s not me.

I can’t resist leaning down to kiss the top of her head gently, not wanting to wake her, but needing that one last connection, before I head back out to the kitchen, turning out all the lights before dressing quickly and heading out the door. I make my way out the way I came in, careful to keep to the shadows until I reach my truck. As I start it and pull out to head back toward the clubhouse, I fight the desperate urge to turn right the hell back around to stay right next to her.

So I turn up the music, and tell myself it will be fine. Crypt has her, and I’ll make sure to see her tomorrow once I know it’s safe. At the same time, I know I’m well and truly screwed. I can’t let this woman slip away from me. She’s mine. Now to convince her.

FIFTEEN

VLAD

I want evidence before I even give time to his theories.

“There was a woman who came out of the courthouse after you left,” Sasha informs me grimly from his standing position on the other side of my desk.

I look up from the paperwork in front of me, and arch a brow. “A woman followed me out,” I repeat. “Directly after? You’re suggesting you think she overheard me?”

He hesitates for a brief second, but it’s enough for me to pay attention. “Not directly after. It was about an hour after you left,” he admits.

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