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“You want my brothers seeing me fucking you, claiming you, knowing they can never have a taste?”He grunts.“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours,” I cry, my core tightening, euphoria filling my blood.I’m floating on the thralls of pleasure, falling over the edge, taking him with me.

“I love pumping you full of cum,” he grunts, his cock pulsing inside me, warmth flooding my womb.

He collapses over my back, his lips peppering across my shoulders.As soon as I catch my breath, he pulls his cock from my body and tucks himself away before capturing my lips for a hard, fast kiss.Releasing me, he bends down to pick up my pants and hands them to me.He shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small black piece of material.“Better wear these this time.”

“Asshole,” I admonish, taking my panties from him with a grin.

“I wanted to have your scent with me today.”

Rumbling engines and voices carry from the garage, causing a spike of panic within me.I don’t want them seeing me naked, no matter how sexy Callan’s words were in the heat of the moment.

I shove my feet into my panties and follow with my pants as fast as possible.“What’s going on?”I ask, jerking my head toward the open garage door.Movement inside shows a gathering of brothers getting ready to head out somewhere.

“We’re going on a run.”He kicks at a cluster of dirt, and a cloud of dust plumes over his boot.

I cut my eyes to him.“Where?”

“Club business.”He drops his gaze to his boots, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.

“You said I’m part of this club, so what type of business?”His jaw flexes, gritting his teeth.His eyes briefly close.Something is off.I knew it and should have trusted my instincts.

“Callan,” I snap.

His eyes spring open, and he exhales a defeated sigh.

“We’re going to the Devils’ club.”

I freeze, impaled by his words.

He takes my silence for confusion and elaborates.

“We’re going for Tyler.”

CHAPTER13

SPILLED BLOOD

“Bastard,” I gasp, forcing air into my lungs.A deadly chill erupts up my spine, dousing all the warmth from moments before.“You were distracting me.”My eyes close, anger swelling inside me.

“I wasn’t distracting you, but I’ll admit I didn’t want you here for this.”

“Here?”Tears well in my eyes.Despite all my strength to hold them at bay, they pave a path down my cheek.“Would you have even told me?”

“Not until after.”The words hit with the impact of a fist to the gut.There’s no apology in his tone, just the brutal, cold killer I know he can be.I stumble away from him.

“After what?”I choke out, already knowing the answer.He was going to kill Tyler and wasn’t even going to tell me it was happening.

He steps toward me, and I shake my head, moving another step back.“Don’t.”

“Rogue, he’s a piece of shit.I want answers from him, and so should you.”

“That’s why you’re bringing him here?”Images of the torture room toward the back of the compound flash before my eyes.Acid churns my stomach.

“Do you not want to ask him why your sister was with him the night she died?”

Yes.No.

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