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“And the hard way?”

“I rip this place apart until I find what I want.”

“You have no business being here,” I remind him. He shouldn’t be here. If Blake sees him here, there will be a war.

“I have business here, Feather. You stole from me, and now I want my shit back. Like I said, you decide. Easy or hard.”

“Feel free to look around,” I tell him, motioning to the room. He won’t find shit. Not here, anyway. Everything is locked up in the storage building Blake keeps.

Pike nods his head and begins to walk through the room. I follow him out of the bathroom and into our bedroom. He pulls the closet open and looks at Blake’s clothes before looking over his shoulder at me. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s an off look in his eyes. Then, he continues with what he was doing. He goes through the closets and drawers. He looks through everything in the room until he’s satisfied that there’s nothing in here.

He turns and heads to the living room, where he does the same thing. He doesn’t rip the house apart. He just checks places I would have never thought to hide things.

“Jailbait, you’re makin’ this harder than it needs to be.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I tell him once more. He smirks at me and chuckles before he turns and walks toward me. I back up until my back hits the wall.

“I could fuck it out of you.”

“But you won’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m too young,” I tell him. He shakes his head, licking his lips.

“You’re not as young as I thought you were, are you Jailbait?”

“No.”

“Then what makes you think that would stop me?”

“I have a boyfriend,” I spit out. Blake isn’t really my boyfriend; he is more like my second boss. The man who took me in. The man who uses me.

“You think I care?”

“You should.”

“I don’t. You know why, Jailbait? I’ve already had a taste of you, and it wasn’t enough. I want more,” he confesses. My heart leaps in my chest as I look at him.

“You can’t.”

“I can, and I think I will.” I’m about to tell him no when he walks closer and drops to his knees in front of me.

Chapter 9

Pike

What the fuck am I doing? Why am I on my goddamn knees one more time in front of this girl? There should be an easy answer to that question, yet there isn’t. I came here for our shit, not for her, and definitely not for another taste of her. Yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from leaning in and taking what I want. I growl as I lick her. I groan as her taste fills my mouth. This is fucked up. I’m fucked up. Maybe Mask was right. He should have sent someone else in here. Maybe he was right not to trust this to me.

“Spread your legs, Jailbait.” It’s a demand she listens to. She spreads her legs for me, giving me exactly what I want. She’s open to me and only me. I run my tongue over her clit, and she jerks, so I slide my hands up her thighs and squeeze roughly. Maybe it’ll leave a mark, maybe it won’t but at the moment, I don’t really care either way.

I slip a hand higher and slide two fingers inside of her, coating them in her juices as I finger fuck her one more time. It would be so easy to take her and fuck her. I could bend her over the sofa and take what I really want from her. Just the thought makes my cock harder than before. Just smelling her arousal has that motherfucker standing and wanting inside of her. But we’re here for a reason. And I plan on getting it out of her.

Thrust after thrust, I slam my fingers inside her as she mewls above me. Slickness coats her thighs and leaks down her legs. Fuck I didn’t think it would be this good. When I know she’s close, I pull away and stand up in front of her, keeping my fingers inside of her. She looks at me, her eyes wide and full of lust.

“Please,” she begs me, and I like it. No, I love hearing her beg me to come. I want her to coat my fingers in all that is her. I want everything, but I want to hear her beg for it first.

“I’ll let you come, Feather. It’ll be so good, too, but I want my shit back. I’ll give you forty-eight hours to return it. That sound good?” Thrust, thrust, thrust. I keep her on her edge. I want an answer before I let her come.

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