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She ground her clit against me, looking like a sex goddess as she chased her own pleasure. Being used for her satisfaction felt damn good. Her blissed out expression severely tested my control. So badly I wanted to flip her over and pound her pussy.

Sensing that Clover needed this moment of control and wild abandon, I held myself back. This was good for her. She needed this. If it helped her feel like herself again, then I was all too happy to be of service.

“Damn, your cock feels so good,” she moaned. “So big. I want you to punish me with it. Put me on my back and tear me apart, Cash.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. Sliding an arm around her, I rolled us over so she lay beneath me. Pressing her to the floor with a hand on her throat, I pounded into her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, Clover held on for dear life.

The way she clung to me got inside my head a little. She needed this. She needed me. I’d never felt needed like this before. I’d had my share of hookups but I’d never formed a real connection with any of them. Could I have something real with Clover? Did I want that?

My initial reaction was to shut down those thoughts. Yet I couldn’t deny that a deeper part of me liked the thought of having Clover need me. Want me. Maybe even one day love me.

“Yes,” she panted. “Like that. Deeper. Harder.”

“Goddamn, woman, you’re putting me to the test here.” All I wanted was to fill her with my cum. Since she wasn’t ready for that yet, I did my best to hold out.

Increasing my pace to the fastest I could go without killing her, I plunged into her pussy over and over. Her moans and pleas threatened my sanity. Right when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, her pussy spasmed around me, gripping me tight. Her body shook as she came, her chest heaving.

I released a load of warm cum inside her, coating her insides with my pleasure. I loved knowing that she was full of me. Pulling out, I watched a trickle of cum slip from her pussy. What a gorgeous fucking sight.

Clover lay quivering beneath me, trying to catch her breath. Seeing her so spent and vulnerable was enough to make me hard again.

“Feel any better?” I grinned down at her.

She vigorously nodded. “Yeah, a little. Thanks. I needed that.”

“Always happy to help, Sunshine. Feel free to use my cock any time.”

A small smile curved her lips. “Count on it.”

Pushing myself off her, I scooped her up in my arms. “Let’s finish this in the bedroom where it’s a little more comfortable.”

Clover wrapped her arms around my neck. She held tight as we ascended the stairs. “Did I do the right thing tonight, Cash? Or did I make a mistake?”

She just had her insides rearranged and still she was thinking about the incident in the park. I needed to put a stop to that.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I said, “You did fucking great.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CLOVER

“I don’t see why I have to stay with Raina. I want to come when you get Blaze back.” Crossing my arms over my chest beneath my breasts, I glared across the small kitchen table at Daire.

“Stop making me repeat myself unless you want me to throw you over my lap and spank your ass. It’s too dangerous for you to be there. Live with it.” Daire quirked a brow at me while stuffing a chicken nugget in his mouth. He didn’t bother to hide it when he blatantly ogled my cleavage.

We’d been going around in circles on this topic for an hour already. Daire and Cash wanted to go check the addresses they’d been given by the Sinners. The Gods had agreed to back them up. Despite my begging, they refused to bring me along.

They wanted me to stay with Raina at her house where we’d both be safe. While I understood their concerns, they were treating me like a fragile doll. I’d killed a man last night. I could handle this.

Besides, I wanted to be there for Blaze. The last few days without him had been hard. Getting the box containing his finger proved that he’d been through hell. Worse than I even imagined. I didn’t want to be put on the sidelines.

“You struggled with what happened last night,” Cash said gently. “We don’t want you to have too much thrown at you too soon. Sit tight with Raina. We’ll be back before you know it.”

I frowned, picking at the salad before me. Stabbing a crouton with my fork, I popped it in my mouth.

Cash had a point. I’d zoned out pretty bad after shooting Dan last night. The shock had hit me hard. It had been too much to process. I kept telling myself that I was a murderer. That I should be locked away for what I’d done.

Another voice inside me argued that Dan deserved worse than what he got. He was a predator who harmed those with no way to fight back. I’d made sure he would never hurt anyone ever again.

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