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“Let’s just go,” he snaps, turning his back on me and climbing on his bike. I do the same as the others come out of the store and head for the bikes oblivious to what just happened out here.

We rev the bikes and take off, heading back to the clubhouse. My mind is a mess. My body doesn’t hurt, and neither does my heart at this point.

When we pull into the parking lot, I kill the engine and climb off, ignoring the others as I storm into the garage and lean against the workbench. She doesn’t need to see me like this. He’s right. She doesn’t deserve any of this. And yet, I run another line on the dirty countertop.

“What is this?” I hear her voice, and something inside me wants to break. I want to break.

“Real life.”

“What does that mean?”

“Just what you saw,” I tell her. She steps closer, and I turn to face her, lifting my hand to her cheek. Fuck she’s so perfect, and here I am ruining her. I can see it in her eyes.

“This from what happened?” she asks.

“Some of it. Some of it … I don’t fuckin’ know anymore,” I admit. She nods her head before she steps back, and my hand falls away from her face.

“Dad know about this?” she asks me. Now I chuckle.

“He doesn’t need to know all my fuckin’ business, Kiki. I’m a grown fuckin’ man.”

“Then act like it.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Just what I said. This is disgusting, Locke. This isn’t you.”

“Disgustin’? I didn’t hear any complaints when I was kissin’ every curve of your body or when I slid in between those perfect little thighs.” I see her cheeks turn pink. I know how she feels about me. She wants me. She always wants me.

“You can’t do this,” she whispers as I lean down and brush my lips over hers. I touch her, letting my hands move all over her body. She’s so fucking soft under my palms.

“Is it disgustin’ when my lips do this?” I ask her as I kiss her softly.

“Or when I do this?” I ask her when I slide my hand into the front of her jeans and touch her clit. She gasps, and I know just how much she wants me.

“Come on, Kiki. Tell me how disgustin’ this is,” I beg her as she slowly rolls her hips into my hand.

I rip my hand from the front of her jeans and tear them down her legs before doing the same to mine. Then I lift her in my arms and set her on the dirty counter in front of me.

“Tell me how disgustin’ I am when I fuck you on this counter,” I tell her as I slide my hard cock inside of her. She gasps and holds onto me as I fuck her senseless. Her small cries drive me forward, and I pump into her faster and harder.

“Come on, Kiki! Tell me!”

“Shut up!”

“Do it. Fuckin’ tell me now,” I growl at her. Harder and harder, I pump into her before I slide my hand up and wrap it around her throat. I’m here, but I’m not. I don’t know where I am, but I know what I feel. Anger. Rage. I want to consume her. I want her begging me.

“Stop, Locke! Fuckin’ move,” she begs as I keep thrusting into her. I ignore her cries. I ignore her pleas, and I keep fucking her until I can’t breathe anymore, and then I let go. I fill her full of me. I fill her with every ounce of anger and rage that fills me.

I’m out of breath when I pull out of her and slide my jeans back on. Kiki sits there in stunned silence before she finally climbs off the counter and grabs her clothes. I watch her pull them back on as I light up a cigarette.

“Kiki,” I call her name softly, but what’s done is done. I see the tears streaming down her cheeks. I know I fucked up.

“You’re disgusting.” With that, she walks away, leaving me to my own thoughts.

Chapter 21

Kiki

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