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Jesus. She was fucking me, rising up and slamming down.

My dick was loving this. I was loving this.

I needed a second to catch up and adjust myself, but only a second. Then I was good and I let the sensations start to roll through me.

She moved over me, rolling her hips in that seamless way when she rode me, like everything was for her enjoyment. Like I was here for her. Like my dick was her personal joy stick. Like no matter what, this touch from me was something no one else could do, and a savage rumble bore out of me at those thoughts because it was true.

My woman. My pussy.

The other part of me to make her feel loved and wanted and desired and to deliver every day I was breathing.

Half laughing, half sounding drunk, she picked up her pace. She tensed, her legs clamping down on me, and as a shiver wrought through her, I yanked her to me right as she tilted her mouth down on my throat too. Her teeth sank into me, and a choked grunt slipped from me at the feel of my skin breaking.

She made me bleed.

I got off on that shit.

Then she exploded, and her teeth sank even further into me.

I waited, holding off, gritting my teeth as she kept moving through her climax. She caught her breath a few times, her whole body shaking in my arms, but once she came back to herself, I moved my head back so I could see her. “You good?”

She laughed again, her body melting against me. “Oh fuck yeah. Just don’t ask me to go anywhere.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You ready for me?”

She stared at me, her eyes blank. “Wha—”

I flipped her back over.

I could’ve gone inside her from behind. Sideways. Sam didn’t care. We’d always been into exploring new shit, but maybe I was showing my age because I wanted face to face. I wanted my whole body pressed and rubbing against hers, and I wanted my mouth on hers as I shoved inside of her so we went missionary.

I did all of that. I caught her gasps and her cries, and her whines, and I fucked her through all of it. When she began crying out because another release was building, I really began stroking inside of her. I was banging her and only when she screamed into my mouth, did I let myself join her, spilling inside of her.

Her walls grabbed onto me, and I moaned all over again from that sensation.

After she fell asleep, I stayed awake just a little longer—long enough to know my hatred was now divided. Kai Bennett had some of it, but so did Garrett Brickshire.

He’d hurt Samantha, made her feel the way she used to when I first met her.

Garrett’s name was added to my list.

I was going to destroy him.

20

MASON

None of this made sense. Not one bit of it. I’d been sitting in my dad’s office all day, going through his business accounts. Granted, my head was a little slow since last night had been brutal (but needed), and I’d been here since this morning. I couldn’t find any reason he should have been scared for his life.

The numbers were good. They were better than good. A solid profit had been coming in for years, and based on the projections, it didn’t look like it was going to stop any time soon. Why the hell had my dad been scared enough to take his life?

I shook my head and reached for my phone. I needed answers from my P.I.

Me: I need an update.

Lael: I know. There’s a reason for the silence. I’m still digging.

Me: Look into the shareholders. See if anyone is having problems and needs to sell.

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