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I must have stiffened at the thought because Bear pulled back and looked at me then. “We can stop any time you want. I want this, Liv, but not at the expense of your trust.”

I nodded several times. I didn’t know what to do. “I want you to, but…”

“You’re scared?”

Tears came again even as I leaned in and kissed him again. The feel of his lips was a soothing balm to my every worry and fear. To lose myself in this man, even for a little while, would be the best bliss…

I cupped his face, his beard slightly coarse against my palm. He was so unlike men I knew. My sexual experience was limited, but I’d always been with refined men. Men my father approved of. My father would never approve of Bear. That thought spurred me on.

“Only what happens, you know. After.”

“After? After I fuck you into oblivion?” That gruff, rusty voice of his sent shivers through me, and my nipples peaked, my pussy wept. “After that, you really will be mine. No going back for either of us.”

“Because your club won’t let us?” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that. I didn’t want any man to be trapped because of me. I also wasn’t sure I could take it if he casually moved on afterward.

“Because I’ve never claimed a woman. Not for any reason. I already had no intentions of letting you go, but once I fuck you, that’s it.”

“That’s crazy.” My denial sounded as breathless as I felt. “But if you’re trying to make sex with you unappealing, I have to tell you, it’s not working.”

He flashed me a sexy smirk. “You like the thought of belonging to me. Don’t you?”

“Maybe. But only in fantasy. Belonging to someone in reality is never as good as it sounds.”

“Sounds like you’re talkin’ from experience.” He frowned down at me, but didn’t let me go. In fact, he rolled over to pin me between him and the mattress, letting me take his weight. It was a delicious feeling I shouldn’t have enjoyed but did.

“My father’s a very wealthy man, Bear. He got that way by controlling everyone around him. That includes me.” It hurt to make the admission, and I’m sure I winced.

“Everyone except Leon Black.”

“Yeah. Which is how I ended up here.”

“You regret being here?” He raised an eyebrow, but I could see he really wanted the answer.

“I regret the reason for it. But not that I met you. I just wish it were under different circumstances.” I stroked the side of his face, and he leaned into my touch before turning his head and kissing my palm.

“Everything happens for a reason, Liv. Even bad things. Perhaps a bad thing brought you to me, but you’re here. Now. Be honest with me and everything else will work itself out. I want you.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, but no regrets.”

“None from me.” He growled before deepening the kiss. His large frame was heavy and imposing. I loved the feel of his weight pinning me. Loved it more than I ever imagined I would. Instead of feeling trapped, all I felt was joy. Life. Excitement. And a lust so deep it bordered on obsession.

“Now, it’s me and you, Olivia. Nothing else exists. All right?” he asked as he held his weight with his forearms next to my head. His fingers played in the hair around my face as he gentled me beneath his touch.

“What about your club? You have to be with Grim Road.”

“Honey, I’ll always be with Grim. This is my home. But the members of Grim don’t accept you, you’re still my choice. I get the final say on what woman I take. And I’ll always protect you. From everything and everyone.”

He kissed me again, this time harder, coaxing me to open for him. I did so willingly and moaned as Bear plundered my mouth. He tasted of sin and that niggle of fear I’d had for him before raced through me again, but this time it was accompanied by a healthy dose of arousal.

“Last chance, baby.” He licked my neck, then kissed his way from my lips to my cheek, and down my neck. His words were muffled against my skin and the material of my shirt.

“I want this,” I whispered. “I want to know what it feels like. To be yours.”

“Good.” Bear sat up, his thighs firmly between mine. My legs draped over his legs as he sat back on his heels and peeled off his shirt. His muscled, tattooed chest, shoulders, and arms were magnificent.

He undid his pants, and his cock sprang free. No underwear. I blushed tomato red as he stared at me, as if daring me to change my mind. His member was thick and hard, and just the sight of him made my pussy ache for him.

“God, you’re beautiful.” I breathed out the words, before covering my mouth with my hand.

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