Page 77 of The Keeper

A flicker of fear passed over her face before she masked it. “Good. That’s…good, right?”

“Depends,” I said, taking her peaked breasts in my hands and tracing circles around her tight nipples until her eyes went hazy. “You gonna let me take care of this, or do you still want the cops to handle it?”

“I want…” Piper hesitated, her teeth worrying her lower lip. She wasn’t built for the kind of violence I was capable of inflicting. But then her gaze hardened, and she surprised the hell out of me. “I want them to suffer.”

“Good fucking girl,” I said, fusing my mouth to hers before directing her onto her hands and knees. My hand splayed across herupper back, pinning her in place. “Tell me if it’s too much or if you need me to stop.”

She peered over her shoulder with a cocked eyebrow. “I was expecting something a lot rougher. You know, for a biker, you’re awfully soft?—”

Such a fucking brat.

Her words cut off in a sharp gasp as I slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.

“You were saying?” I asked, bringing my palm down on her ass cheek, the sharp smack echoing through the room.

All my pent-up rage and frustration poured out as I pounded into her willing body, fucking her with an intensity that bordered on feral. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pulling her back to meet each brutal snap of my hips.

“This what you wanted, baby? Or do you need more?”

“God, yes,” she whimpered, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “Harder.”

“You’re gonna feel me for days, brat,” I promised darkly, driving into her with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall. “Every time you move, you’ll remember who you belong to.”

My hand came down on her ass again, leaving a perfect red handprint on her skin. When I felt her inner walls start to flutter, I reached around to rub tight circles on her clit.

“Come for me, baby,” I demanded through gritted teeth, my balls tightening. “Soak my cock with that pretty little pussy.”

Piper babbled a string of gibberish in response, her body convulsing around me in rhythmic spasms. The vise-like grip of her pussy triggered my own release, and I came with a low, guttural groan.

We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both of us panting heavily. After padding to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and her tampon, I wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to clean her up.

“You okay?” I asked, gently wiping between her thighs.

She nodded, a drowsy smile playing on her lips. “Much better. Was there—” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Was there a lot of blood?”

“Nah, just a little,” I said, tossing the washcloth in the hamper and pulling her against my chest. “Nothing to worry about.”

I pressed a kiss to her forehead before checking my watch. As much as I wanted to stay curled up with her, Carnage was due to arrive in the next couple of minutes.

With a groan, I extricated myself from her arms and threw my clothes back on. I grabbed my sidearm off the dresser and checked the magazine when Piper sat up straighter.

“Does having it on you all the time make you feel safer?” she asked.

I paused, considering her question. “I guess I never really thought about it. I like knowing it’s within reach if I need it.” I studied her face. “Why? Are you interested in learning how to use one?”

She let out a short laugh before shaking her head. “I have a .38 Special I keep in my purse.”

“Since when?”

“Since I was old enough to get my concealed carry permit,” she said with an easy shrug. “My mom’s always carried, so it seemed natural. I thought it was just because we lived in a big city, but now I wonder if it had more to do with her being afraid my dad might come after us someday.”

“No shit?” I raised an eyebrow, impressed. “What the hell do you need me for then?”

“Sex mostly,” she bluntly replied, her lips quirking into a wry smile. “And free babysitting.”

I slid my sidearm back into the holster with a chuckle. “Pretty sure that’s called parenting, brat, but I’m glad I still have some use around here.”

Piper nodded, her expression turning pensive. “I keep thinking if I’d had my gun on me that night at the bakery, maybe…”

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