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WhydidRaker want to keep me?

After all, if he was getting married surely he’d want to spend time with his new wife?

Obediently, I started to draw my tank top over my head.

Apostle had both hands on my waist now, his fingers making two damp patches on my shorts, moving my hips in a jerky figure 8 motion.

“Move like this.”

He had begun to rub his cock on my ass, almost feverishly pumping up and down on me even though he still had his pants on.

Then he was fumbling for his zipper, yanking it down so I felt the moist flick of his dick on my flesh, pulling at my shorts so he could insert it between my ass cheeks.

I realized most of the brothers were drinking on this Sunday afternoon, Tech handing Bridget his mug of beer as she raised her head from his cock.

Apostle went up my crack, to where precum was already beading the tip of his dick, then down to the tight ring of my asshole he was pressing against.

I forced my fists to unclench, to relax so it wouldn’t be so painful.

“Stop.”

Raker’s voice came down like an iron bar, falling harshly into the big room as my heart leapt inside me.

“Get away from her now.”

For a moment, I felt Apostle’s rebellion in the clamminess of his fingers, leaving a wet trail in the goosebumps running down my naked back.

“She was idle—” he began.

I didn’tdareturn around.

“I give her plenty to do,” Raker said harshly. “What kind of pissing match are you trying to start? Get your cock out of her asscrack.”

I tried not to sigh with relief as Apostle dragged his member away.

“Wasn’t I clear, cousin, when I said she was in my bedroom? Was that not clear enough for you?”

“Of course, Prez,” Apostle said after a moment, his voice deliberately mild and obedient. “My apologies.”

My heart was still thrumming in my chest, but it was from joy now.

He had stopped it!

Raker had stopped Apostle and saved me.

CHAPTER 8

Raker

“What’s the matter?” I asked Sunni, feeling rage tighten my muscles.

Rage fueled me, ragepoweredme.

What had happened to my father would never happen to me.

Taken down by one of his own brothers in a dispute over a club girl, my mother’s heart broken.

In the desert, all that mattered was power and holding onto it.

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