Page 70 of Daughters of Chaos

Raven

The kiss was dominant, claiming. It seared my soul, making me submit in a way I never had before.

“No one else fucking touches you. Ever,” he told me.

His.

I was his, and we both knew it.

We crossed a line. Now, there was no going back.

“No one else can,” I said. “Now that my pussy’s had a taste of that monster between your legs, she only wants you.”

He smiled, gruff, intimidating, and devastatingly beautiful before kissing me again, making me melt as I stood beside him. It ended too soon as Jesse fired up his bike, letting us know itwas time to leave. Reaper planted a firm slap on my ass before coaxing me to the seat behind him.

The recent memory replayed in my mind as I sat next to Phoenix. I had been throbbing with need the whole ride back to the clubhouse. Even now, I can still feel it. Reaper ruined me for all other cock, and I’m not even mad about it.

We lock eyes across the room. The way he sears over me, letting his gaze roam over my body, I can tell he wants more. I lick my lips at his hungry gaze, clenching my thighs as I try to focus on what Nix and Lace are saying. A tough task in my current state.

With difficulty, I tear my eyes away from Reaper, still feeling his stare as my nipples harden beneath my shirt.Does he know what he’s doing to me? Fuck I hope so. I hope his dick is getting so hard as he—

“Rae?”

I glance up, finding my sister watching me. Concern floods her features. “Sorry,” I tell her. “I zoned out. What’d you say?”

She gives me a sympathetic look, reaching her hand out for mine. “I still can’t believe it either. I mean, I know we weren’t her biggest fans, but I never wished her dead,” she says quietly.

Shit. She thinks I’m thinking about Misty. Guilt washes over me at how worried Nix must have been after hearing the news about the club’s former plaything. Between that and me and Reaper not answering our phones, I know she was a mess of nerves while we were gone. Jesse said as much when he brought us up to speed in Reaper's living room. He was as shocked as I was about what happened with Reaper, but he didn't pry, and luckily he didn't seem upset about that turn of events. I still can't quite look him in his eyes, though, not after what he walked in on.

The ache between my thighs reminds me I’m not completely regretful of my actions. No, you only find an orgasm donor likeReaperonce in a blue moon. Still, I feel awful thinking about Nix worrying about me. She probably thought I’d been kidnapped or worse.

Nope, sorry, sis, I was just busy getting railed by my pain-in-the-ass bodyguard.

I could tell her. She wouldn’t judge me, but for some reason, keeping our night of pleasure secret gets me all hot and bothered. Something about tasting the forbidden fruit makes it all feel extra naughty, and I’m fucking here for it. Plus, who said I couldn’t have my secrets?

It has nothing to do with the fact that Reaper’s dick sent me to another dimension, feeding me more orgasms than I’ve ever had in one night. Or that he made me feel something deep in my soul, something terrifying and beautiful that completely scrambled my mind. Yeah, nothing to do with that . . .

The whole feelingthing. That was a shocker. It must be a new exaggerated form of lust brought on by his magical cock. That’s the only explanation for what I felt, what I’m still feeling for the dark enforcer since our tumble in the sheets.

Yeah, that’s all it is. Nothing more.

I scan the room, finding Reaper’s dark eyes already trained on me. Something in his gaze cuts deep within my chest. There’s hunger and lust, sure. But underneath the layers of desire, he's claiming me all over again, telling me with one look that I’m his, that I always have been.

Not a single fiber of my being wants to argue. That’s when I realize how fucked I am.

Never in my life have I let a man claim me like that. No one ever dared to until now, and I like it.What the fuck does that mean?

A warm hand on my shoulder halts my racing thoughts before I can spin out of control. Lace has joined us, looking rattled as we sit together on the couch. Nix takes my hand, squeezingit tight, clueing me in on how anxious she is. I grip her back, remembering the danger we’re all facing.

If the Bastards knew about Misty, they’d been watching the club for a while. Unless she went to them first, which I wouldn’t put past her. I'm still convinced she was the one who fed the Bastards info on where the Sons warehouse was before it got raided. All the good that did her, stupid bitch wound up dead.

I let loose a sharp breath as I looked at my sister. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Nix.”

A hulking figure edges closer, never far away, his eyes always trained on Phoenix. “And neither will your man,” I add, nodding his way.

The corners of her mouth twitch, but I know she’s only putting on a brave face. My sister looks scared. More so than when her friend got jumped and tossed in front of our house. That was bad, sure, but this time someone wound up dead. My eyes meet Raptor’s. A silent agreement passes between us, one I’ll forever be grateful for. No one touches Nix. We’ll both die before that happens. With the current state of things, that possibility is looking more and more likely every day.

I scan the room. The sweetbutts are gone, taken somewhere safe for the night by one of the guys. Only the MC remains, some now sleeping on the other side of the room. Roaming the rest of the space, my gaze catches on my dark bodyguard. His eyes bore into mine with a mix of protectiveness and desire. If anyone came for me, I know he’d burn the world down to stop them, sacrificing himself if necessary.

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