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“It means I’m not fucking you. Not again.” If I were guessing -- and I totally was because Archangel was good at covering his emotions -- I’d say he totally wanted to fuck me again.

“Well, that’s unfortunate.” I tried to sound light and airy, like none of this actually mattered to me. “I was hoping to find out more about your path of philosophy. But if you’re giving up already, I must be more than you’re used to handling.” It was a calculated risk, baiting Archangel, but I threw out my line and waited to see if I’d made a fool out of myself or hooked me a whale. Or a shark.

“Don’t do that.” He growled. “Don’t use your fucking wit to try and manipulate me.”

I held my hands up in surrender. “Fine. So, who’s up for a movie and some popcorn?” I grinned, needing to back off and come at him from a different angle. This was a very bad idea. A very bad idea. But I had this sickness. Once I started something, I had to finish. Call it morbid curiosity. I wasn’t sure where this road was going to lead, but I was hauling ass down it as hard as I could go.

Archangel gave me a threatening look, actually going so far as to point a finger at me. He opened his mouth to say something but promptly closed it again. His gaze swept me from head to toe, his nostrils flaring. “Did you put on underwear?”

The question caught me off guard, but this was my opening. If he ended this little therapy session, I’d never get another chance to be with him because he’d never put himself in a situation where I’d have the chance. Then my lips tugged upward and I couldn’t stop the words that I uttered next. “Why would I have done that?”

“Christ, woman!” Archangel lunged for me, fisting his hand in my hair. His kiss was brutal, his tongue darting between my lips to claim what he refused to admit he wanted. The intensity of it left me breathless, as if he was trying to consume the very air I breathed.

He pressed his body against mine, pushing me back against the door of the cabin. His cock hardened against my belly and a wave of satisfaction washed through me. Archangel might have been saying one thing, but his body was telling a very different story. No doubt he wasn’t happy with himself or the situation, but he was going to fuck me again. I just had to keep pushing and not let up for an instant.

I wound my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hand tightened in my hair as he thrust his tongue deeper, tasting every part of my mouth. As quickly as he’d started kissing me he broke away, panting heavily. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his gray eyes dark and filled with a torrent of emotion I wasn’t sure he understood. Granted, I was no expert, but I swore Archangel looked like he was both completely lost and right where he wanted to be.

I thought he’d pull back again, maybe leave me here for the night, which I couldn’t allow, but he stared down into my face for long moments. His grip tightened in my hair, and he pulled me up to meet his lips again. His other arm tightened around my back, clamping me to him like an iron band. He lifted me and I locked my ankles around his waist as he got us inside and to the bed.

Archangel shoved me down on the bed, taking in every inch of my body with a hunger that both terrified and thrilled me. He stripped out of his clothes, his movements brutal and swift. I held my breath as he crawled back on top of me, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum against my stomach. He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. “You make me feel things I shouldn’t.”

“You make me feel things I can’t get enough of. I want more.” My hand slid over the muscled expanse of his back, trailing down until I cupped his ass with both hands. He groaned and kissed me again, grinding his cock against my bare pussy.

“Get your fuckin’ shirt off, woman.” His snarl made me shiver and cry out. I obeyed as fast as I could, shrugging out of the T-shirt. He helped before tossing the garment to the floor and lying fully on top of me.

All that delicious muscle pressed me into the mattress again. I had almost made myself believe I’d imagined how good it felt to have Archangel in such a dominant position over me. I was at his mercy. At the moment, he looked like he had none.

I shifted my hips and Archangel slid inside me with his next thrust. When he did, he jerked like I’d slapped him, a glaze seeming to go over his eyes. Something like euphoria glimmered in his eyes before he slid them shut and groaned.

He held himself deep inside me, letting out his breath slowly as he rested his forehead against mine. “Fuck…” Archangel breathed the word like a prayer. Then he moved inside me, starting out slow but getting faster and harder with each stroke. I welcomed him with a moan, tightening my legs around him to hold him close. Archangel drove inside me, his hips slamming against mine in an almost violent rhythm. The breath slammed out of me as he rode me. He nudged my head to the side and latched on to my neck, sucking. Leaving his mark.

My heart rejoiced even as my head tried to tell me to slow down and take this for what it was. Scratching an itch. Hooking up. Sure, I’d push him for all I was worth. I’d push until he pushed back. But I knew it would eventually end.

Chapter Six

Archangel

I was drowning in her, losing myself completely in the feel of Sonya’s body beneath mine, surrounding my cock. I knew this was wrong on every level, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself from taking what she was so freely offering. What I so desperately craved.

With every thrust into her tight, wet heat, I fell deeper under her spell. This wild, infuriating, beautiful woman had me completely enthralled. I wanted to possess her, own her, make her mine in every way.

Sonya moaned and arched beneath me, her nails raking down my back. The sting only spurred me on, making me fuck her harder. Faster. I felt like I was possessed, chasing my release, chasing that sublime connection with her. The only thing I knew would give me relief, would calm my raging mind and body, was… her. Sonya. I’d been obsessed with her without really acknowledging my feelings and this is where it landed me. Balls-deep inside the woman of my dreams, knowing no good could come of this.

“Angel,” she gasped, her head thrashing on the pillow. “Oh, God! Yes!”

“That’s it, baby.” I growled my praise for her, sounding like some fucking caveman. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t proud of the way I made her lose control. I loved that she clung to me, that she urged me on. I knew I’d pleasured her before and was doing so again. The question was, could I please her enough for her to want to stay with me? To give me a chance to work this out between our clubs. And her daddy. “Come on my cock, Sonya. Milk my cum and take it deep in that sweet pussy.” She did.

I was so fucked, beyond comprehension or salvation. With every thrust, every quiver, every shudder of Sonya’s tight little body beneath mine, I fell deeper under her spell. I knew this had to stop, but I’d be Goddamned if I could remember why. I didn’t want to stop, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to either. I wanted to consume her. Possess her. I had a driving, dominating need to make her mine in every way possible. Including with my property patch, which was totally fucking insane. Not only was Sonya way the fuck too young for me, I wasn’t nearly good enough for her.

None of it stopped me from fucking her now. I was really going to have to come up with a way to explain this to Thorn. Preferably without losing any important body parts. Was I scared of Thorn? No. I simply had too much respect for the man to not take whatever punishment he thought best to deal out with regard to a dirty old man fucking his daughter when he was supposed to be mentoring her.

My hips pistoned forcefully as I drove into her welcoming heat again and again. She clung to me, nails digging into my shoulders, legs locked around my waist. Her moans and cries spurred me on, inflaming my lust to impossible heights.

How the fuck had I lived my entire life without this? Sex had never been like this. I’d never imagined sexcouldbe like this!

I nipped and sucked at the tender skin of her neck, overcome by the primal urge to mark her as mine.Mine. The word echoed in my brain. Yeah. I wanted Sonya to be mine. Hell, shewasmine. I just had to figure out how to make it permanent without spooking her. Because I had no illusions the girl wanted me actually in her life. She wanted the rough, hard fuck of a biker. As I saw it, my job was now to make her so addicted to the sex that she was willing to take me on. Yeah. I could do that.

A plan to make her addicted to sex firmly in my mind, I focused entirely on making Sonya come as hard as possible. The instant and immense relief that fell over me was like a warm blanket in the cold of winter. Pleasure Sonya well and she’d never want to leave me. Yeah. It’s a hard life.

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