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She wrapped her legs around my back and angled her hips. I was going in even deeper, and she moaned into my mouth as I pounded her hard. Each thrust felt better than the last. Our bodies slapped together, filling the room with the sound of her wet cunt every time I buried myself deeper.

The sounds she made turned me feral. I was drunk on her and wanted to stay inside of her forever, but I also wanted to come. My balls tightened and the base of my spine tingled. I needed her to come again. I knelt and grabbed her hip with one hand and her throat with the other. I watched her face for signs of fear and was careful to give her just enough pressure to blow her mind. She put her small hand over mine and pressed harder.

Her channel pulsed around me and cum shot out of my cock as her pussy tightened around me. “Fuck, Daisy,” I moaned. “You’re choking my cock.”

Her hips thrust and the hand I had on her throat dropped to her other hip so I could brace her as I drove myself in one last, hard time. Her scream was muted by the intense groan from me.

I dropped to my elbows and found her lips again. I had my release but was still ravenous for her. “You’re mine, Daisy. All mine.”

Her breaths were quick and shallow, but she pulled me down, bringing my weight on top of her. “And you’re mine.”

Chapter 29

Daisy

If there was anything to be said about Falcon, he was true to his word. Every morning, he woke me up with his face between my thighs and told me how perfect I was. It had been nearly a week since the party and we fell into a routine.

I was so wrapped up in the dreamy haze that I had put off asking him about checking out the strip club. I hadn’t wanted for anything. He made sure I had food, he took me shopping again with Lacy and Eagle, and he kept me by his side constantly, except when he was tattooing, doing club business, or in the secret little room.

“Hey, Falcon?” I asked as I leaned against the door frame to his station at the tattoo shop.

Without looking up from the tray he was prepping, he answered, “Yes, darlin’?”

“I love hanging out here with you, but I’d like to see about Mama Hen’s.”

He looked up, his face emotionless. He was like watching a deep river flow. He looked calm on the surface, but you knew that the current was roaring underneath. “Do you need something?”

I walked to him and he stopped what he was doing, so I stepped between his legs. He grabbed my hips and dug his fingers in. He always held me like he thought I’d slip away. In turn, I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged at the dark locks. His eyes closed and he hummed low. “I need my own money, Falcon. And I think you’ll get tired of me if I’m always around.”

“That’s not true.”

I scoffed. “Which part?”

“Both.” His sexy hazel eyes looked up and threatened to make me forget what I was trying to do.

“I know you take care of everything, but I’ve been working since I was eighteen. And everything that happened, with Tony, well…I need to feel like I have some kind of control of my life.”

“You do. You can do anything you want.”

I let go of his hair and tried to turn away. His grip tightened even more, and he stood up, staring down at me, so I asked, “What?”

“Don’t walk away mad.”

“Well, don’t say untrue things. It’s not like I can just grab my bag and go out.”

He wrapped me up in his arms and held me close. The light citrus notes I’d grown to love from his beard oil filled my nose. I wanted to be irritated at him, but he knew exactly how to diffuse me. And that actually irritated me more than what he said.

“Listen, if you want to work, fine. We need help around here.”

“You met me at a strip club. Don’t be that guy.”

“I’m not. If things were different, I’d drop you over there myself. But right now just isn’t a good time.”

“At least be man enough to say you just don’t want me to. I’d rather you be a possessive asshole than a liar.”

He grabbed my chin and forced my head up. His expression was still nearly calm, but I’d seen that fire in his eye before–when I accused him of holding me hostage. “I’m not a liar. You know that. It’s not safe.”

“You can’t protect me from the world, Falcon.”

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