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He’s right about that. I think we’re all about to be fucked.

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THROTTLE

Alarge welcome sign hangs from the front of the bar with bold black lettering. Today, Sketch and Boner are being released from custody, thanks to Lucien and Sienna. She’s been at it nonstop, all her focus on getting them home, and the club will always be grateful.

For the past few weeks, I’ve watched her work tirelessly, loving how lost she gets in her own world. It’s so fucking cute when she’s deep in thought and scrunches up her nose. But I’d never tell her that or she’d probably slap my face.

Feisty little thing.

Mistaken identity, my fucking ass. Funny how the cops have witnesses to a fake crime and said witnesses point the finger at my brothers. And, because of their less-than-spotless records, the judge says they’re suddenly flight risks.

Bullshit. Thanks a lot, Mayor Prescott. You fucking twat.

I sigh. I don’t want to think about the road ahead with the new mayor. I just want to celebrate with my club and Sienna. The thought of her makes me want to hold her right now. Feel her soft curves in my arms. Taste her delicious cunt.

Damn. I might just have it worse than I thought.

An hour ago, Emma arrived carrying a dress bag. She disappeared into the back without saying a word, then came out empty-handed. I wanted to ask her what that was about, but the mischievous glint in her eyes told me to wait. She scans the room, and when her gaze settles on mine, she saunters toward me while suppressing a grin.

“Where’s our girl?”

Our girl. I like the sound of that. I don’t know when they became friends, since it seemingly happened so quickly. But now, if Emma isn’t with Sentinel, which is rare, I can usually find her off giggling somewhere with Sienna.

“She’s getting ready in my room.”

“Ooh, perfect. I’ll catch up with you later.” Emma’s voice trails off as she speeds down the hall.

Sienna’s been taking forever to come out of there. It can’t take that long to get dressed, for fuck’s sake. I know I’m just missing her, but I let out a grunt anyway and stride to my room to hunt her down. I don’t bother knocking before opening the door, only to stop in my tracks when I look around and find the place empty.

“Sienna?”

“I’ll be right out,” she shouts from the bathroom and I’m relieved. Then she steps out and my entire body freezes. My breath catches in my throat, threatening to suffocate me as I take in the sight of her.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

Her heels click against the tile floor while she walks toward me, coming so close she has to tilt her head back to peer up at me. “How do I look?” she asks shyly.

My throat tightens and my mouth waters as my gaze drifts over her body. She’s wearing a fitted black leather dress that pushes her tits damn near to her chin. A slit in the skirt exposes her thick thigh and smooth, buttery-soft skin. Her red-painted toes peek from beneath the straps of her black stilettos. And her matte-red pouty lips demand attention, which my hard cock is eager to give.

“You look like fucking mine,” I growl, and her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink.

“That the best you can do? I expected more from such a menacing biker.” She offers me a contemptuous smile.

I step closer, my palm grabbing her ass while my free hand grips her throat. Bringing my lips to her ear, I say exactly what I’m thinking, what I know she wants to hear. “You like pushing my buttons, don’t you, Princess? You’re lucky you look so fucking sexy right now that I want to rip this dress off you, bend you over the bed, and fuck you so hard your swollen pussy weeps for me.” I lean back and trace her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue. “Otherwise, I’d punish you for sassing me by making you choke on my thick cock until I come down your throat.” I feel her pulse racing against the pad of my thumb. “And then, with those heels still on, I’d throw your legs over my shoulders and fuck you so deep you come repeatedly, screaming my name, all over my dick. It’d hurt so good, wouldn’t it, baby?”

My hand tightens around her neck and her eyes roll back before closing. Her short breaths quicken and I can smell her sweet cunt dripping for me. I squeeze her juicy ass and rub my hard cock against her, letting her feel how much she turns me on. Her little pink tongue slips out and wets her lips, and I dip my head to steal a taste. Sienna swallows with excitement, but before I make good on my promises, I let her go.

“We should get to the party now, Princess,” I whisper in her ear.

“Wha-what party?” she pants with her eyes still closed.

“The one where I’m gonna show every fucker in the room who you belong to. Let them see how fucking stunning you are, then make sure they know it’s my dick—and only my dick—that you come on every night. Now, let’s go.”

I’d give anything to bury myself deep inside her pussy right now, but it’ll have to wait. Besides, I love it when she’s on edge for Daddy’s cock. I steal one more kiss, then spin her around to face the door. She starts to walk, but her steps falter and I catch her before she falls.

“What’s the matter? Knees a little weak?” I tease and Sienna slaps my chest.

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