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“I’m not pissed,” she answers a bit too quickly.

“Bullshit, gorgeous. I can hear it in your voice.”

“I told you I’m not pissed, Sabotage.” The bite in her saying my name is definitely there.

“Don’t lie to me, Ryann. Tell me what the fuck’s got you pissed so we can talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m just trying to fix dinner for everyone.”

I pull her back slightly and turn her toward me.

“Sabotage, I’m doing something,” she mutters, eyes coming to me.

“I see that,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I’ll let you get back to it after you talk to me.”

“There’s nothing?—”

Leaning in, I get in her face and interrupt her. “Ryann, stop bullshitting and get the shit that’s pissing you off, off your chest.”

“Fine, you want to know what’s pissing me off? Here it is. I’m sick of those slutty, skanky twats who seem to think they have some claim on your cock and every other man’s here. Like they get a damn say in who you or anyone else gets to sink your cocks into. I don’t see them, the protruding parts, walking around with a hard-on, so they need to mind their own business and shut the fuck up about it because it’s not them that needs to make that decision. It’s you and every other man who has a cock. You decide where you want to stick it in. Not them and not me.”

I open my mouth to give her a response, but she keeps going with her rant.

“And for the record, you might be able fuck whoever you want, that’s fine and dandy, but if you’re fucking me, there’s no one else. I don’t share. I’m not the sharing kind. So, if you think to fuck someone else, I’ll have no other choice but to cause pain to your lower extremities, and you won’t want me to do that. I don’t want to have to do that. I like your cock just the way it is, but I won’t let you?—”

There’s no way I could let her finish that statement. Fuck, my cock doesn’t know if it should shrivel up or become rock-hard. Instead of letting her keep talking, I tangle my fingers in her hair and slant my mouth over hers, shutting it for her. Using my other hand still around her waist, I pull her that much closer and let her feel just how much I want her.

She needs to know that she wouldn’t ever have to worry about me wanting some other bitch. Not when I’ve got her in my bed . . . in my life. Fuck, I don’t think anyone could compare to her.

I lower my hand down her ass and give it a squeeze as I break my mouth away from hers. “Gorgeous, swear to fuck, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she demands, her voice a bit breathy.

“Means I don’t know whether to spank your ass for thinking I’d want to fuck some other bitch when I’ve got you in my bed or fuck you until you understand just how much I want you and only you.”

Ryann’s lips part to say something when a throat clears, and we both look to the entrance to find both Viking and Ice standing there.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Viking says, smirking. The fucker isn’t sorry.

“What’s up?” I ask, cocking a brow.

“Came in here to get Rocco a snack,” he answers, glancing around and bringing his gaze to Ryann. “You cookin’?”

What the fuck is up with everyone being surprised she’s cooking?

Is her food that damn good?

“Well, I’m trying to if everyone would leave me alone to do so,” Ryann snaps and shoves out of my arms. Though, she only managed to do so because I let her. “I also made Rocco his favorites,” she says, nodding to the fridge. “I did that first.”

“You’re gonna make that kid one happy little man.” Viking grins and moves to the fridge to get whatever he’s looking for that she made.

“Well, make sure he doesn’t overeat. I’m making him his breadsticks.”

“Damn right.” Ice chuckles. “You need help, you know you got it.”

“I don’t need help,” Ryann declines. “I just need everyone out of the kitchen so I can do my thing.”

“Right, we’re out,” Viking says, closing the fridge with one hand and holding a container in the other. “Appreciate it, Ry.”

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