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I raise my brow. “Again?” I ask, stunned.

“Oh, I will be doing it again and again and again,” he states with a devilish grin. I don’t know how to respond to that. Scar moves me off him and gets out of the bed, holding out his hand for me to take. I place my hand in his without question, and it’s only when he leads me to the bathroom that my feet stutter. He turns around and tugs me to him. “Let me take care of you,” he says softly. His eyes are soft, and his hand is caressing my face.

I lean into his touch, blinking up at him before I nod.

He places a brief but gentle kiss on my lips before he drops his hand from my face and takes half a step back. Leaning over, he switches on the shower before turning his attention back to me. His hands take hold of the hem of my T-shirt, and he lifts it carefully over my head before discarding it on the floor. His gaze burns with heat as his eyes sweep down my body.

I wrap my hands around my middle and look away. It’s different to when I was taking care of him before. We were clothed, and it was me looking out for him. Now I’m stood completely bare to him, feeling like I’m exposing more than just my body. For the first time, I feel vulnerable. Even the life I lived before, with everything I endured, there were things I kept hidden, small things that brought me a tiny bit of joy. With Scar he knows and sees all of me. There is no hiding with him, and I don’t want to.

His fingers take hold of my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “Every day I will tell you that you are beautiful, and every day I will remind you just how perfect you are,” he rasps.

I swallow and blink back tears that sting my eyes. He releases my chin, and I watch as he removes his boxers, revealing his still very hard dick. I swallow at the sight of it. The size of it has my eyes widening.

“Just by that look on your face is going to make me fucking explode,” he groans.

My cheeks heat as I realise I was shamelessly staring at his dick. “Sorry. I know I saw it in the shower back then, but I forgot what it looked like.” Breathe. “It’s just so...” I pause. “Big.”

He chuckles lightly. “Don’t ever apologise for complimenting my dick, Angel. Now come on, let me take care of you before I lose what little control I have,” he says, taking my hand and leading me into the shower.

I stop before my body hits the warm spray. “I can’t get my stitches wet,” I state.

He pauses for a moment and nods, releasing my hand before he grabs the shower head and lowers it. I step closer, and after he reaches for his shower gel, he squeezes it across my chest. The cold liquid makes me suck in a breath. His jaw is set tight as he holds the shower head to my chest, while his other hand caresses me, washing my body. As his hands glide over the swell of my breast, his thumb brushes over my nipple, and I shudder. His eyes briefly flicker to mine as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger.

A moan escapes me as pleasure ignites at my core. His hand moves to my other breast, doing the same there. My skin prickles with goosebumps, but not from feeling cold, but from his touch, from the slow building pleasure he is giving my body. His hand glides lower over my stomach, his eyes searching mine for any sign of me telling him to stop. As his finger glides over my seam, I shudder. He pushes one of his fingers slowly and delicately inside me. I gasp, reaching my hands out and gripping his shoulders to steady myself as he adds another finger and expertly moves them, curling them up and hitting the perfect spot.

The entire time he is watching me, his chest heaving, his jaw locked tight. Pleasure slowly and exquisitely builds, and my walls begin to tighten around him. He groans, and the sound makes my walls tighten further. Feeling brave, I glide one of my hands down over his hard body. With our eyes on each other, his jaw is so tight I’m surprised it doesn’t snap.

I tentatively wrap my hand around his shaft, and he hisses out a breath as I pump my fist up and down his length, watching as the muscles in his neck contort. Watching him fight to hold back his restraint has me edging closer to my orgasm. My lips part and my breathing becomes ragged as my hand pumps faster, wanting him to come with me. He drops the shower headto the floor, and with his now free hand he grabs the back of my head, crashing his mouth down on mine.

As he moves his fingers faster, he presses his thumb to my clit, and that’s enough to have me tumbling over the edge as my orgasm rips through my body. He swallows my moans as he kisses me roughly, possessively. Still pumping his thick hard length, I feel his hips jerk and a deep groan rumbles from his chest as I feel his hot climax coat my stomach. His tongue caresses over mine as he slows his fingers before removing them. My hands move until they are resting on his chest. He breaks the kiss, and while both of us try to catch our breaths, he looks down at my stomach.

I follow his gaze and see his cum is streaked across my stomach. He strokes his fingers through it, moving them down to my centre and gliding his cum coated fingers over my sensitive clit.

His heated eyes sear through mine. “When you are ready, I will be filling your pussy with my cum, over and over again. You will have my cum dripping down your thighs, my scent will be all over you, my seed will claim every part of your fucking stunning body.” He moves his fingers back over my stomach, swiping the remainder of his cum onto his fingertips. Then he glides those finger tips across my lips. “Taste me,” he growls.

I open my mouth, allowing him to slide his fingers into my mouth. As I suck his fingers, I moan at his taste. My walls clench, and arousal quickly begins to awaken within me.

He’s about to say something, but a loud knock radiates through the room. He sighs. “Yeah?!” he yells.

“When you decide to come up for air, Queenie and Nova have made a huge breakfast to welcome Elsie,” Star’s voice says with amusement.

Scar sighs. “Be there in 10 minutes.”

Star doesn’t say anything else. Scar kisses me one last time before taking my hand to lead me out of the shower. “Er, shouldn’t I finish showering?” I ask, gesturing to my stomach area.

“No,” he states with a possessive tone.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ELSIE

I wasnervous about meeting everyone else, especially Rhea. Part of me hates her for what she did to Scar. Even though I know rationally none of it was her fault. However, he loved her enough to make a sacrifice for her for his brother. While they got their happiness, he was suffering and almost dying. It occurs to me in that second, what if he still has feelings for her? You don’t just sacrifice yourself like that for just anyone.

Scar senses my tension as we make our way down the hall, moving closer to the sound of many voices echoing from the bar area. He lifts my hand to his mouth and places a reassuring kiss.

“They will all love you,” he assures me, thinking I’m worried about everyone else. That hadn’t even occurred to me until now. My body tenses further as we enter the area, only to see a huge table laid out full with bikers, women, and children. Jesus, there are a lot of people to try and remember.

Thankfully, Star walks right up to me with a smile spreading across her face as she pulls me into her arms. “Relax, we are all family,” she assures me, draping her arm over my shoulders before she tugs me away from Scar and begins to walk me around the table to meet everyone. I recognise some of the guysas Star introduces me to each of their ol’ ladies. “And this is Acid, and his ol’ lady Rhea,” she introduces.

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