Page 38 of Raze

“Fuuuuuck!” I growl when I’m fully rooted inside her hot, little snatch, and all that tension I’ve been carrying since she came here gets relieved all at once.

Peyton’s tight pussy pulses around me as I hold myself still, and admire how she looks taking it. It makes me wanna rip off the rubber that's working as a barrier between us.

I’m starting to learn that with her there's no boundary of intimacy I won’t cross. I’d break my own damn rules just to be that little bit closer to her.

“You feel that?” I stare at her. “That's me ownin’ you, Peyton. You're mine now. And no fucker in this world is ever gonna hurt ya again.” I see tears forming in her eyes, happy ones that look real pretty and make me even more determined to protect her from all the bad in the world.

Slowly I start to thrust inside her, wanting to take my time and feel her body adjust to me. I don’t care that the whole club is just the other side of the wall. I’ve thought about this moment for far too long, even when I shouldn’t have been, and during all those times it never came close to being as good as this.

My entire body hums from the adrenaline in my veins and despite this being so fuckin’ wrong, everything about it feels right.

“Who do you belong to, Peyton?” I ask, continuing to fuck her on my desk and looking deep into her pretty, green eyes.

“Raze.” She says my name with a thrill in her tone and a smile on her lips like she’s proud to be mine.

“That's right, darlin’.” I pick up my pace, squeezing the hip I'm holding a little tighter as she builds herself up to come for a second time.

“You look so damn pretty when you come for me. Do it right now,” I tell her, feeling myself getting closer. She’s too tight and too fuckin’ perfect for me to hold off much longer, and when my girl’s needy pussy clamps around me and she screams my name again, I let her have it.

It hits me like a tidal wave and I groan deep into her ear. I grip at her skin as I offload inside her, filling that fuckin’ rubber with cum and feeling my head spin at the same time. All my doubts and my fears up and fuck off with my willpower, because there’s no denying it now. This girl belongs right here with me and I’ll move the fuckin’ heavens to ensure it stays that way.

I slide my hand around her throat as I kiss her, letting her know without words that she’ll never have to doubt me again.

“Raze,” she whispers in my ear when I pull away to catch my breath.

“What’s up, darlin’?” I ask, looking down between us to where we remain joined together. I’ve never seen anything more satisfying.

“I think I’m gonna really like being yours,” she tells me and when I lift my head up and see the naughty, little smirk on her face, for the first time in a long time I actually laugh.

No one says a word when I lead Peyton outta my office and through the bar, but they do all stare. Some of my brothers snigger, some look confused, and the girls all scowl at her as we step toward the door that leads out to the balcony. I wanna get her home, back to my hut so I can be inside her all over again. I’ve held out and tortured myself and now I know how it feels to have her, I know it’s gonna be a huge distraction.

“Raze, slow down.” She giggles as she runs along the sand to keep up with my strides and when I finally get to my hut and open the door I wait for her to catch up before I lift her off her feet and carry her inside.

I’m taking this woman straight to bed. I’m gonna explore every curve of her body and claim it as mine.

“You should go away more often. I like how you come home.” She sounds so happy, and knowing I’m the cause of it feels even better than the rush of winning a fight.

I lie her down on the mattress and that pretty smile she gives me as her long hair fans out on the pillow stirs up a real hope inside me.

Maybe I can do this, maybe I can have a future here in Long Beach despite all the pain I’ve suffered.

“What’s going through your head?” She looks up at me with bright, sparkling eyes that only feed my desire to get all of this right, and when I hear a squawk come from the other side of the room and see the pet carrier that contains a raven on my kitchen table, I look back down at her and frown in confusion.

“Right now?” I check that she really wants to know.

“Right now,” she confirms.

“I wanna know what the fuck that bird is doin’ in my hut!”

Two Weeks Later

“Sssshhhhh.” I hear my bedroom door creak open and hold my breath. It’s late and I’m pretty sure Kane is still out with his friends. If Billy knew he was out past curfew he’d be in so much trouble, but I can’t worry about that now. I have to focus all my attention on making my mind blank and my body numb.

I don’t know what goes through Billy’s mind when we’re alone like this. He must know I don’t like it, I cry every time. Yet he never stops, he never asks me if I’m okay. In fact, he doesn’t talk at all.

Billy, who everyone knows in the daytime, seems to have detached himself from the man who visits me after dark. In the daylight, he’s my friendly, caring stepfather, the man who everyone sees the good in because he took in me and my brother after our moma died. We’d be in a foster home by now if it wasn’t for him, probably separated, that's what Kane keeps reminding me, and the thought of never seeing my brother again is what keeps me playing along.

I smile at Billy when he picks me up from school. I laugh at the jokes he makes with our neighbor out on the front lawn, but after the sun goes down there are no smiles, and no laughter, just a masked face that hovers over me.

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