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I watched her suck her finger for a moment and wondered if I smeared the hummus on my dick, I could lure her into sucking me off.

Would garlic be okay on my dick, though?

“What other kind of dips do you like?” I asked.

She looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Mostly, the thick and creamy type. I hate the watery ones. Whoever invented those should be shot,” she said before popping a grape into her mouth.

I don't know why I was torturing myself.

“You're not eating?” she asked me.

So many thoughts jumbled up in my head, and every single one of them was X-rated. I knew what I wanted to eat, and it wasn't food. My eyes moved away from her mouth down to her those tits that I saw in all their full glory.

Every muscle in my body felt rigid. I closed my eyes, embracing the pain in my eye, but I knew I had lost. The mixture of vulnerable, sassy, sexy and fierce all in one tiny package only screamed one thing.

Old lady.

“Reaper? Are you alright? Is it your eye? Maybe you should get it checked out? Mmm. You would look sexy with a black pirate eye patch, though,” she rabbited on with her one-sided conversation.

A slow smile crept along my lips, and I opened my eyes to see her watching me with concern on her face. She held a grape smeared with hummus in her hand. I leaned down to wrap my fingers around her wrist, opened my mouth, and swallowed the weird combination of grape and hummus. As the sweet grape juice burst into my mouth, the savoury taste of the thick dip actually worked. I stared at her finger and sucked it into my mouth.

I heard her gasp but ignored it as I ran my tongue around her finger. A deep growl rumbled in my chest before it burst out of my mouth. I felt her hand tremble. I gripped her waist and pulled her up before bending a little further to throw her over my shoulder, and I strode towards my bedroom.

“Uh, what’s happening?” She asked.

“I’ve decided to keep you as my old lady,” I said as I opened my bedroom. I smiled she had probably rummaged through my shit.

“I—you can’t do that,” she huffed out.

“I can, and I did. Everyone will know you are off-limits, and you won’t ever be going back to the Spawns,” I said, determined for her to understand where I stood, which happened to be at the bottom of my bed.

I slid her down my body until her feet reached the ground. She stared at me with her wide brown eyes, struggling to comprehend. Her tongue licked her lips nervously.

“I can’t leave my brother alone,” she said, looking down at my chest.

My mind raced through what Dad had told me about them.

“You need to get him out?” I asked her softly.

She looked at me in a pained expression and nodded.

“Kieran isn’t like them. The rest are—” she said, but her voice cracked, and she looked away, shaking her head.

My stomach turned at what she had been exposed to. I’d met one of Demon’s victims, my cousin. He ruined her life when she was barely a child. I doubted his older sons were any different. Katiana was someone I could save, but they needed to be stopped for good.

I put my fingers under her chin and pulled her face up. A worried expression marred her face. I chose my words carefully.

“There is a lot you don’t know, but your dad and two older brothers need to be taken care of. For the community that they infest, for your safety and for the future of the Soul Snatchers.”

As far as I was concerned, she was the future of my club.

From my first kill till now, it seemed Katiana had always been my future.

Chapter 8

Katiana

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