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With a rough tug, I yanked her up against my body as the dress puddled around her feet. Her knees moved to either side of my thighs and I palmed her curvy ass, before pulling her onto my lap.

“Is this what you had in mind?” Her mouth hovered inches above mine and her eyes had gone drowsy like they did when she was turned on, but still she kept the distance between us.

I swallowed and nodded, wondering again how in the fuck I was going to walk away from her.

Her teeth scraped along my jaw and she whispered, “Good,” before shifting against the jeans my cock was actively fighting to escape.

“Fuck, Celia,” I ground out through clenched teeth as I worked her panties down. She moaned loudly as I pumped a finger inside her and I roughly jerked the cups of her bra down before taking one of her fat tits in between my teeth.

Thrust after thrust, I finger-fucked my wife until wetness coated the inside of her thighs and dripped down my fingers. I’d worked her into a state of oblivion, and I knew she’d submit to anything I wanted.

“I’m doing this for us, baby.”

She looked up at me from under her lashes and shook her head. “No. You’re doing this for the club.”

Her words were like a blow to the face and I pulled my hand from between her thighs. She reached down and gripped my wrist, whispering, “That doesn’t mean I want you to stop though.”

I shifted her off my lap and retrieved a condom from the nightstand and rolled it down over my cock before facing her again. “Come here,” I growled as I locked my arms around her thighs, pulling until her ass met the edge of the mattress.

She watched with wide eyes as I ran my cock through her folds before lifting her hips in offering. “Fuck me, Jamie.”

My face had to reflect the shock I was feeling, and I stopped moving. I could count on one hand the number of times I’d heard Celia curse and it only seemed to happen when I’d pushed her to the limit.

She was too fucking good for me.

Her mouth fell open and we both released a ragged breath as I sank into her. She arched her back and locked her legs behind my back, forcing me deeper.

“Fuck, Celia,” I groaned.

She brushed her hair back from her forehead with a grin. “Yeah? Like that?”

When I nodded, she brought the heel of her hand down over her pelvis, compressing my cock to the point that I had to fight not to come. With a shudder, she tightened around me and cried out softly.

She left her hand in place as her hips rolled forward and I let it happen; I let her use me to get herself off again and again.

I fought until the blood roared in my ears and my heart felt like it was on the verge of giving out before thrusting in deep and filling her with a growl. Black spots danced in front of my eyes and I fell onto my forearms over her.

Celia’s mask slipped slightly as she looked up at me and begged, “Please don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”

I kissed her forehead. “Hey, it won’t be long. I’ll bring you money every few months and Hawk will be here, okay?”

Several tears gathered near the corners of her eyes. “Please.”

My heart twisted in my chest, but I knew this was the only way to end the war.

Death wasn’t into taking bribes.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Celia: 1997

“Mama, could we get more cereal?” Kate asked.

“Mama! Sea Wool!” Dakota screeched from the front of the grocery basket, gripping the bar and shaking like she was having a seizure.

“Mama, did you hear me?” Kate tried again. “Mama?”

“What, Kate?” I snapped, before taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m just trying to get everything on our list. What did you need?”

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