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I couldn’t close my legs or touch him in any way. All I could do was feel.

He spat saliva onto my ass then stood. Fear brightened every sense. His dick pushed against my asshole where his fingers and tongue had been. A much thicker presence bringing discomfort.

My moan turned into a choked sound of confusion.

“You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll love it,” he commanded, pushing deeper.

Two inches inside, he pulsed, thickening.

Him spearing me lit up something unexpected. A flare of pleasure that I focused on, letting every other emotion, the humiliation of being carted inside, the confusing spanking, fall away.

It felt good.

Arran’s mouth landed on the back of my neck. He kissed me, giving me the edge of his teeth as he thrust into my ass. Then he bit me and bottomed out at the same time, our bodies touching and his arms around me. His groan matched mine from sheer pleasure.

“Tell me how it feels,” he begged.

“G-good.”

“I should hate that I need that.”

“But you don’t,” I finished for him.

He rocked against my ass. Each surge charged me up, and I surrendered to the feeling and the fire he stoked inside me. My chest heaved. He tugged my hair to bring my mouth around to meet his. Savage, delicious man.

Arran broke the kiss. “You need to come because I’m too fucking angry to do it but I need that feeling around my dick.”

He worked in and out, only a few times needed to return me to the beginnings of a fast orgasm. Then I was coming, spasming around him, and Arran growled and stilled, pulsing into me, too.

At last. God, I’d needed that so much.

I was still shuddering when he released me. Tossed my clothes at me and commanded me to dress. I had love bites, spank marks, and the unexpected prints of some stranger’s blood on my skin plus a thousand emotions in my heart. The one that came to the top? If Arran was okay, nothing else mattered.

Chapter 32

Genevieve

A slow clap met our emergence from the lift, and I dropped my gaze, not meeting the eyes of Arran’s friends.

“Fuck off,” he said lightly. “Shade, call a lockdown of the crew. We’re mobilising.”

I peeked at him. “Are the Four Milers going to retaliate?”

“Maybe.”

“Will you close down the clubs?”

“No, it’s better to have the public here.” He gave a wolfish, cold smile. “Human shield, witnesses, whatever you want to call it.”

I shivered. Outside his office, Arran was immediately swamped by people needing things from him. He kept my hand clamped in his, but I tugged it to get his attention. I wanted totalk to him about what the gangster had said. That my dad was on some kind of job. I also knew now was not the time.

“I need a shower and to get changed. Then I’m going to see one of the dancers. Is that okay?”

“Who?”

“Dixie. She’s helping me with the Cherry thing.”

He watched me for a moment, then lifted his chin to someone behind us in the corridor. “I’m going to be busy for a while. Being upstairs will be safer, but Manny will stay close. Don’t fucking argue. Once you’re dressed, come to my office. I’ve got something for you.”

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