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God, I don’t want to ruin the uncomplicated easy time with her. I should pull back. I should go fuck someone else.

But I don’t stop.

Her hot little breath is panting in my ear, her tiny hands digging into my shoulders, and with each thrust she’s getting dragged closer to the edge.

“I missed you too,” I lie, just for the pleasure of watching her come undone under me, fall apart with total, gasping cries, her belly pulsating and her cunt tightening around my cock as she milks a release out of me.

I’m riding too high on this fucking deal. I’m going to look back on this day that I arranged my marriage as the start of a new day of power and prestige for me and the Saints MC.

I can’t wait

CHAPTER 6

Sunni

I’m still swimming in my good fortune, when Raker rolls up on his motorcycle and tells me to come with him down the street. These past few weeks have been the best ones of mylife.And every day I fall reluctantly more and more in love with him. I’m nottryingto. But how can I resist all that tall dark power, the way he gives me more than I’ve ever had, the way he calls me his favorite, his baby, his special girl?

I’m trying to keep my head and not let my imagination run wild, but I can’t help wondering every day:what if he’s falling in love with me, too?

The Saints tattoo shop was big and luxurious, gleaming wood and steel on the outside and an efficient whir of activity inside.

Although the official territory law enforcement usually left the MCs alone, they still needed a front for what I assumed was some kind of illegal activities. But this wasn’t just any slapdash front, but a carefully and skillfully maintain shop.

Raker drew me unhesitatingly back to a chair behind all the others.

I was dressed in some of my new clothes, tight soft black shorts and a frilly little off-the-shoulder white blouse. The other girls had been right. Raker had just casually handed me moremoney than I’d ever seen my life and told me to spend it on whatever I wanted. Amira and Bridget had taken me shopping. Fornewclothes even, not the last ones in the Elders’ charity shops.

It was a dream come true

“What are you going to tattoo on me?” I asked in awe.

He was getting his equipment together and he turned and looked at me. Even though I was sitting on the tall chair, Raker still loomed over me, the muscles moving in his massive arms.

“I thought your body was mine to put what I liked on you,” he said, his dark brows drawing together.

My heart began to pound.

The way Raker always looked at me. . .

It was positivelyindecent, sinful really.

“It is,” I said, clenching my thighs together to stop the pulse of heat between them.

His harsh lips twisted up.

“I’m putting my mark on you. The Saints MC mark. So everyone will see who you belong to.”

The breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t seen any other club girls with any kind of marking.

This was another thing that seemed to bejustfor me, and I trembled in anticipation.

The first thing he did was sit down and sketch out a rough outline of what he wanted to do, and I didn’t dare ask any other questions in case he changed his mind.

Because of course I would let him tattoo anything he wanted on me.

I only watched him from under my lashes, his jet-black hair lit up in the circle of light over his chair.

When he came back next to me, I caught a glimpse of darkness, swirls and flames, and he pushed my shorts up untilthey were tight around my hips, spreading out my whole thigh as a canvas to work on.

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