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Fire sparked in her eyes, her nostrils flaring as if she wanted to smart off to me, but after a small pause, she nodded. She gripped the sides of the stone sink, pressing her naked ass back into me. Feeling her swirling her hips against my aching cock, I had to swallow a groan. Rubbing one hand over her silky soft flesh, I stepped back so she wasn’t touching me. Wasn’t tempting me.

The first smack had her gasping and jerking away. I grabbed her waist with my free hand, holding her in place. “Stand still and don’t make a sound. This is between me and you.” Seeing the pink handprint I’d left on her right ass cheek, I stroked it lovingly with my fingertips for a moment. “So pretty,” I murmured reverently, spanking the left cheek a little harder so the color would stand out more.

Her ass jiggled ever so slightly, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Pink darkened to red as I swatted her again, enjoying the sound of flesh connecting with flesh. Savoring the sight, even as I released some of the pent-up tension that had invaded every muscle and tore my mind apart seeing her inside that warehouse, in danger.

A humming noise vibrated out of her throat, but she pressed back, accepting the next half-dozen smacks to each side of her lush ass. In a frenzy, I freed my cock, entering her fast and hard from behind. Her legs turned to jelly, but I held her up by the hips as I fucked the storm out of me.

The fear and anger and frustration of being helpless to do nothing but follow Sparks into cartel territory. Wanting nothing more than to hear our girl’s voice, to know she was alive and not in some hole or on a truck on her way to Mexico, trafficked to be sold or turned into a PCC prostitute.

Her walls clamped around me, sucking me deeper into her soaked pussy. Watching her face in the mirror, I saw her eyes glow, felt the ripple of pleasure as her walls fluttered around my cock deep inside her. She was dripping, the sound of her squishy wetness adding to my euphoria as I began to pound her harder. Spanking her had been a punishment, but it had drenched her with honey, and I couldn’t hold back.

“Don’t scream,” I commanded between clenched teeth. “Save those noises for only us, baby.”

Hayat covered her mouth with her hand, muffling her greedy, needy sounds as she arched her back in a way that took me even deeper. In the mirror, I saw her eyes roll back in her head, and I was lost. My release snuck up on me. With the first spurt of my come inside her, she detonated. Her pussy convulsed around me, milking every drop out of me as her body shook from the force of her own orgasm.

The lights dimmed around the edges of my vision, and I had to lock my knees to keep us both standing. Clenching my jaw to hold back the noises of my pleasure, I was sure I’d cracked a tooth as I leaned my forehead against her shoulder, trying to catch my breath.

“Jamie, please,” she whined when we’d both regained a little composure. “I’m sorry. Forgive me. I can’t handle you being angry with me.”

Half high off my release, I groggily lifted my head to look at her in the mirror. “You don’t get to do this to us, Hayat. Do you know how hard it was to breathe all night, how insane we became worrying about you? All we needed was to hear your voice, and you denied us.”

Her gaze lowered, shifting away from mine in the mirror. “You were the only one who called.”

“We are not playing that game either,” I growled, landing another smack to her ass. Her backside was already cherry red, and the sting had her biting back a moan. She clenched around me, squeezing a few more drops of come from my shaft.

Fuck, this girl.

I was still hard, ready for round two despite having nearly blacked out from how hard I’d come only moments before. The noise in my head had only now calmed down, but she was trying to amp it up again. “That’s not how this works. We’re a unit. All four of us. There is no singular in our equation. Ky and Sparks were with me, both of them losing their minds just as rapidly as I was, but they had shit to deal with besides trying to get you to answer your fucking phone. Were you trying to be petty, because only I was showing you attention?”

“No!” she whisper-shouted. “I was scared that I would drag you three into the nightmare I got thrown into with Abi last night. All I wanted to do was protect you guys from the stupidity, some of it my own for going in there blind, but mostly Ali for not seeking help.”

“We’re going to talk about that later, when we get home. I’m glad you weren’t trying to be childish and play us off each other for attention.” Normally, shit like that would have turned me off any other relationship. It just showed me how far gone I was for Hayat that I was chasing after her repeatedly and not once had I been tempted to call things off with her.

She rolled her eyes at me in the mirror. “Despite what some trash social media sites say about me, I’m not an attention whore.”

“I can see that, babe. As I said, we’re going to discuss last night, in detail, when we get home. Ky and Sparks will want to hear about how you ended up at the PCC warehouse just as much as I do.” I kissed her neck, pumping my hips one last time.

Her breath hitched, but I pulled out of her, another form of punishment. She wasn’t getting another orgasm until we were home with the rest of our band. Reaching for a hand towel, I bent and wiped the mess from between her legs before stuffing my cock back into my jeans.

Hayat turned around to face me, her brows pulling together. “What were Ky and Sparks doing that whole time while you were calling me?”

“Do you even know where you were last night?” She stiffened, a shudder rushing up her spine. I saw the flicker of fear in her eyes and nodded. Good, she needed to be afraid. “Those fights are sanctioned by the PCC.”

Her confusion deepened. “Who?”

“Pacific Coast Cartel.” I educated her. “Run by the Guerrero family. Sancho, Miguel, and, until a handful of years ago, Ignado Guerrero. Or, as you know him, Sparks.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered, slapping a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened in realization. “There was a guy who looked almost exactly like Sparks last night. He stared right at me and…”

“And what?” I demanded, a barrage of images filling my head of what Miguel could have done to her. “What did he do?”

“He called me Havoc and grinned at me. But then things got crazy, and I didn’t see him again.” She shrugged, so casually, like she hadn’t been through some life-altering experience, having the second-in-command of one of the biggest cartels in the country know her fucking name.

Loving this girl was going to be the end of me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Hayat

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