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“No one touches what’s mine!” He roars.

“I’m not yours, Gunner.” Those three little words do something to him. I can see the way darkness flashes in his eyes. I can see the way his demeanor changes. His body goes rigid, his hands balling at his sides.

“You don’t think so?”

“No. I don’t. We just met,” I remind him. There’s that flash in his eyes once again. He steps closer to me, fire igniting in that beautiful gaze of his. If I were smarter, I would run. I would get the hell out of here, but I’m not that smart, and I’m curious. So I just watch him. He grabs my face in his hands, his thumb caressing my bottom lip as I watch his face.

“I’m a possessive man, baby girl. And protective. And a whole list of shit. Pushin’ me right now isn’t a smart move,” he warns me.

“But it’s true, Gunner.” Before I can think or even speak, he tugs me against him and lifts me in his arms. The next thing I know, I’m lying over the edge of the table, and my pants are being yanked down. I scream and try to get away, but then I feel his hand. He spanks my ass. He spanked me!

I should be embarrassed everyone is watching this. I should feel some kind of way, but warmth and heat spread through my body instead.

“You wanna say that shit again?”

“As many times as I need to,” I tell him before another pop on the ass. “That the best you got?”

“You want more, baby girl? I can give you more.” He spanks me. Hard. Another two swats, and my knees get weak. Then he rubs his hand over my ass and does it again. My pussy clenches, and that’s when I hear the zipper of his jeans go down.

“Been a long fuckin’ week,” he says before shoving into me. I scream his name as he fucks me over the table. I don’t care who’s watching us. I don’t care everyone can see. I claw at the table as he takes me harder and faster. Gunner doesn’t let up either, not until he’s finished. Then and only then does he pull out of me and allow me to stand. He reaches down and pulls his jeans back up before doing the same with mine. I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t know how to react around him anymore.

“Come on,” he demands as he heads for the side door. I follow along behind him because I have no will to do anything else, but when we step outside, I see what he wants me to see. The girls are taking turns beating the shit out of Jane.

“Stop them,” I tell him.

“No. She knows the rules.” He speaks as if this means nothing as if she means nothing.

“Shouldn’t I know the rules?” I ask, looking up at him. He turns his head and looks down at me before turning his whole body to face me.

“You don’t have rules. You don’t fuck anyone but me. That’s it.”

“So I can go around picking fights with the other girls?” He shrugs.

“Don’t matter to me as long as you’re not fuckin’ any of them.”

“This … it makes no sense, Gunner.”

“It will in time.” Then he turns back to watching Kiki punch Jane. This lasts a little while until Locke breaks them up. When Jane is helped to her feet, she’s then escorted off the property and told never to come back.

“That was fun,” Kiki says as she walks over and hugs her dad.

“Job well done. I knew you still had it in you.”

“You can’t take the fight out of me, Dad.”

“I see that. Don’t let anyone else touch her.” He warns, nodding toward me. Kiki smiles and then winks at me before walking away.

“Are we not going to talk about the fact they just beat her ass?” I ask as everyone goes back to what they’re doing.

“What about? She got what she deserved.”

“Did she? She didn’t do anything.” Gunner chuckles before turning and grabbing my face gently in his hands.

“She touched you. She’s lucky she’s still breathin’.” Then he drops a kiss on my forehead and walks away from me.

Chapter 11

Gunner

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