Page 17 of Steal

Cass breaks the kiss, throwing her head back in pleasure, and I grunt. “Fuck, Cass, that’s it, squeeze me,” I rasp as I hook myarms underneath her legs and lift them, before I thrust hard and fast.

I’ve spent all morning teasing her body, making her beg for her orgasm, and my balls are so fucking heavy it’s uncomfortable.

I tilt my hips, thrusting harder as her walls flutter, the signs of another orgasm rising, and I take her lips again, needing her connected to me.

She screams into my mouth as she comes again, and her walls strangle my dick, causing my balls to empty, my orgasm taking over as I lose control and rut into her. I groan, swallowing her sounds with my kiss.

Once my cum stops coming out, I bottom out inside her and break the kiss, placing my sweaty forehead against hers as I breathe heavily.

“Morning, Trouble,” I rasp. She doesn’t reply, making me sigh, knowing she’s mad, but she does wrap her arms around me, holding me close. I close my eyes, trying to stop the guilt that’s building. Last night, instead of being with her and eating the dinner she cooked to celebrate my birthday, I ended up picking Faith up from some guy’s house.

Faith said she felt unsafe, and the old timers questioned why I hadn’t picked her up yet, and despite taking over for my father, the fuckers, mainly Bull and Brute, are questioning me daily.

The sooner Cass puts my fucking cut on, the better. In the meantime, hopefully, lots of orgasms can help her forget my fuck ups.

I sigh and throw my pen on my desk, already having enough of this shit, especially when I’d rather still be in bed with Cass, where she still is, trying to make up for my no-show last night.

The books are showing over $45,000 missing from the club’s accounts, something my father was trying to figure out until he decided to hand the reigns over to me last month and caught me up on everything, before he whisked my mother away on a much-needed vacation. something he’s planning on doing a lot now he’s handed the reigns over. Already I feel like I’m fucking failing because more money disappeared yesterday.

The money going missing will cause an uproar in the club. No one knows at the moment, only Piston, formally known as Eli, Acid’s brother, being the tech whizz that he is, and he’s trying to trace it. The problem is most of the paperwork wasn’t logged on the computer until we took over, the older generation preferring paper logbooks which, most likely, was what made it easy to cheat the fucking accounts.

I groan and drop my head back, the image of Cass lying in my bed this morning with nothing but a sheet covering her and a just fucked look on her face fills my mind, and my cock hardens, wanting her again.

Those first two months after her dad died without her was hard, and my cock was not pleased, but then the extra three months she refused to sleep with me after I finally got her back when she requested space, my dick nearly fucking fell off with how much I used my fist. Since then, I’ve spent as much time as possible inside her.

For two weeks, I spent every night in front of the small apartment she rented two days after she graduated, which pissed me off. I was hoping she’d move into the two-story housewith a wraparound porch I had built on club land, but she refused, which means, until I prove myself to her, she won’t be touching the leather in my safe, and she’ll only stay a few nights a week, and only in my club bedroom.

She’s still distant from me, and I don’t blame her most days.

I’ve tried to ensure she was put first, especially after I missed her graduation, but it’s not been easy. The club has taken most of my focus, and every time Faith had a problem, I was called out to help her.

The brothers haven’t been happy with Cass lately, so this is her punishment.

She’s apparently caused quite a lot of arguments with Faith over the last two years, and Cass even slapped her without any just cause—according to Faith that is. Dad had to ban my girl from the club for a month for it, which I know he didn’t want to do, and fuck me, was I disappointed in her for taking the bait, for allowing Faith to get in her head while I was in church. Then there’s the fact she disappears three nights a week, refusing to tell me where, and with how distant she’s become, it’s hard not to believe she’s cheating as Faith accuses her of, and I fucking hate myself for thinking it.

Is she only with me for my cut?

If she were, she would have accepted it by now, a voice whispers back, making sense, and I sigh before running my hand through my hair, hating where my thoughts have gone yet again.

I check my phone, knowing I’ve ignored it since I’ve been in my office, and see four missed calls from Faith. I roll my eyes, put it down again, and run a hand down my face.

I feel so fucking torn.

I love Cass with everything I am, and I know I’m losing her, but the arguments, the pettiness, it’s causing the brothers to get pissed me, and honestly, I’m tired….

“Steal,” Faith gasps as she barges into my office without knocking. Tears run down her face, and I silently groan.

“What now, Faith?” I snap, knowing this is going to be about Cassidy and most likely ensure the club hates her even more.

“It-it’s Brute, she-she killed him, Cassidy k-killed him,” she sobs, and I raise a brow and snort, but she snaps, “I’m not lying; I saw her stab a knife into his heart in the kitchen! She’s covered in his blood!”

My mouth parts at the truth that shines back at me, and I scramble to get up and run out of my office, slamming the door on my way.

I run down the hallway and into the common room, ignoring the brothers' confused stares before stumbling into the kitchen. I freeze in shock at the scene before me, my mind unable to believe it.

Cassidy stands in shock, her eyes wide as blood coats her hands, arms, and shirt, while Brute lies in a pool of his blood, a knife sticking out of his chest.

“What the fuck!” I rasp, snapping Cassidy out of her shock, and tears begin to fall, fear shining from those hazel eyes.

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