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That answers that. I knew that something in him had changed, but I couldn’t figure out what or how. Xavier was never going to be the kind and caring man I need. He was always going to be manipulative and abusive, but I would bet that it all escalated when he joined this group.

Turning my head, I look up to Rider. “I’ll see you in the bar,” I breathe.

“No, go out that door, stand with your back to the window. I don’t want you out of my sight,” he growls.

I do as he demands, because I can see the panic in his gaze. He was serious when he said he didn’t want me out of his sight, and I don’t know why, but I find that seriously sexy. If Xavier said it, I would run as fast as I could, but Rider saying it does not send me running away. Instead, I want to run toward him.

He dips his chin and touches his lips to mine once more before I take a step backward. I don’t look at Xavier. I don’t tell him goodbye. I say nothing. I walk away. I know it’s a cold action, but he’s caused me so much pain over the years, and he was ready to completely break me in the quest for money and power.

I am done.

I have moved on, and I will never look back again.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-TWO

GNAW

Xavier’s deathwas quicker and less painful than I had anticipated, but I didn’t want Kyle to hear me torture him. He did give me one more piece of information before I slit his throat, though.

He told me that it wasn’t all Talon and Loner. The grandfather knew everything—if he says he doesn’t, he’s playing you.

This whole thing is too much. I don’t know why Albert would give a fuck about what we’re doing in Texas. His men are in Louisiana, and he’s in Arizona. What’s the point? There has to be something more, but I knew that Xavier wasn’t going to have the information I needed.

Ending him wasn’t the satisfaction that I craved. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I call one of the prospects and tell them to clean up the metal shop completely. When I walk out of the building, I don’t say a word to Kyle. I take her hand and move straight for the clubhouse.

Without stopping, I head directly to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I don’t even bother locking it. Releasing my grip on her, I let my arm fall to my side. She stops, and I turn to her, cupping her cheeks with my palms before I slam my mouth against hers in a hard, owning, bruising kiss.

She. Is. Mine.

Forever.

Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers and let out a sigh. I should probably check in with her and make sure she’s okay with everything that’s just happened, but I can’t. I need to be inside of her.

I take my cut off and toss it gently on the top of the dresser behind me. Kyle reaches for the hem of my shirt and peels it off me, over my head, and tosses it to the floor. Then her lips are on my chest.

I suck in a breath as her tongue traces my tattoos. Her mouth moves down my chest to my stomach, tracing my muscles and tattoos as her knees touch the floor beneath her. Her hands reach for my belt buckle at the same time her head tips backward, and her eyes find mine.

“Baby,” I moan.

I start to tell her that she doesn’t have to do that, but I’m a fucking asshole, so I don’t. She shoves my jeans down my thighs, along with my underwear, and releases me. Balling my hands into fists at my sides, I refrain from reaching out to her, from taking control. I’m pretty sure she needs this right now.

Her fingers wrap around my length, and she strokes me once, twice, three times before her lips touch the tip of my cock. Then her lips part, and she takes me inside of her perfect fucking mouth.

She sucks me, her eyes focused on mine, never leaving. I watch as she bobs her head up and down on my length. I couldcome in an instant. I could come down her throat, on her tits, all over her face. Fuck me. I want her… every part of her.

I’m not sure how long I can let her have control. I want to wrap my fist in her hair and fuck her mouth hard and fast, burying myself down her throat and watching her eyes water from the invasion.

Maybe that’s fucked up, but it’s what I am trying to keep from doing to her right now. Every time she moves, she takes more of me inside of her. Closing my eyes, I flex my hips with a moan.

Unable to control myself, I lift my hand, uncurling my fingers. I grip the back of her hair and fist the strands as I look into her eyes. “Hold still, Kyle. I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth now, yeah?”

She can’t answer me, mainly because she’s got a whole mouthful of cock. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch her for a moment. Unmoving, just staring into her beautiful fucking face.

“Baby,” I rasp.

I grip her hair tighter as I move in and out of her, slipping deeper with each stroke. I want her to take all of me one day. I know it won’t be today, but fuck me, it’s going to be beautiful when it finally happens.

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