Page 46 of The Wrangler

She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “Then let’s be real clear about something.”

Keely barely had time to breathe before his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was brutal, claiming an undeniable mark of ownership. Jesse’s fingers tangled in her hair, holding her still as he deepened the kiss, his other hand gripping her hip.

The club watched. Keely shivered.

When Jesse finally pulled back, his gaze burned into hers, his voice rough enough to scrape.

“They all know now,” he murmured.

Keely’s chest rose and fell, her lips tingling, her body buzzing.

“Neanderthal,” she whispered.

Jesse tilted his head toward the hallway leading to the private rooms. “Come with me.”

Keely obeyed.

Jesse took her to one of the privacy rooms and shut the door behind them. Keely barely had time to blink before she was against the wall, Jesse’s hands gripping her thighs, lifting her until she was wrapped around him.

His tone was pure dominance as he growled and snatched her thong off, revealing her now bare pussy. “Fuck, baby.”

Keely grinned, but it faded the second Jesse’s hands tightened. He carried her to the bed, laying her down like she was something precious—then he was on her.

His fingers traced the leather cuffs hanging from the headboard.

Keely’s breath hitched.

Jesse’s eyes flashed. “Color.”

“Green, Sir,” she breathed. “Always green.”

Jesse didn’t hesitate. Within seconds, he had her wrists secured, her body stretched beneath him, her chest rising and falling as anticipation curled through her veins.

Jesse’s voice was deep, steady. “You trust me?”

She nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Jesse dragged his thumb along her jaw. “Good girl.”

His hands explored, his mouth teased, his body commanded. He treated her as if he owned her pleasure, and Keely surrendered beneath him.

She gasped, writhed, begged—and Jesse took his damn time, making sure she felt every second of it before he removed his leathers.

He positioned himself above her body, between her legs, where he could stare at her hungrily. He hooked her knees over his elbows, spreading her wide, and when he finally entered her, it wasn’t fast or hard. It was deep—slow—intimate. It was too much, and she closed her eyes.

“Open them,” he commanded. There was no hiding from him. There never would be.

Obediently she opened them, and the look of pure lust that met her gaze made her gasp. He watched her as he pushed allthe way in until she could feel his balls snug up against her. He groaned, savoring the moment… the connection.

He drew back and thrust in again, this time slamming into her so she moaned. She loved the ferocity with which he loved her. He held nothing back as he pounded into her savagely, whispering low, dirty promises. He was ruthless in the way he used her, and Keely reveled in his ability to so completely command her—heart, mind, body and soul.

She could feel his cock swell and begin to twitch as he gave a final, harsh thrust and ground himself against her, his cum jetting into her as she fell over the edge and screamed in ecstasy, her pussy spasming as she clamped down hard, as she writhed in his hold.

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