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He was off me in an instant. Cold air rushed over my heated body. I was suddenly lonely and bereft. A small part of me regretted stopping him. But the bigger part of me knew he needed to understand that I wasn’t his to abuse or use. We were going to be equals once I was inducted as a Sinner. If there wassex between us it would have to be a mutual choice. If there was ever going to be more than that, Rage had to respect me. I wasn’t going to be one of the girls who gave their bodies to the club members just so they could hang around. I was different.

Chapter 16

He escorted me backto the boxing gym the next day. This time he took his bike, and I learned how freeing it was to sit behind him as he took the streets at breakneck speeds. This was what it felt like to really be alive. The wind in my face and the vibration between my legs gave me a rush like no other.

I knew my face was shining when we arrived. I could feel the glow. Rage’s face showed a smug satisfaction. The ride had done exactly what he’d meant it to do. My anger at him was gone. I was loose and happy.

“That was fucking awesome!” I shouted.

“You’re getting a damn potty mouth,” he declared with a laugh. “But I’m glad you liked it. I wanted to be your first.”

I bit my lip. I was sure he was referring to more than a motorcycle ride. I felt that he wished he’d been the first to lay with me. I couldn’t give him that. It had been stolen. There was no way to replace my virginity or my innocence.

“There’s my girl,” Colt announced when I stepped in the door. “Get into your fighting gear. We’ve got a long lesson today. You’re wearing gloves and beating on the bag while I study your footwork.”

Rage glared and his mouth tightened when Colt ran his hands over my arms and then my ass before proclaiming, “You’re building some muscle. Those are some of the sweetest cheeks I’ve felt up all week.”

He winked at me when Rage shoved him up against the wall. He threw his hands into the air and said, “It was just an observation, bro. Tell me you don’t think her ass is awesome.”

“Let him go! You’re not some neanderthal and I don’t need you to challenge him for my honor. When I’m in here I’m one of the boys,” I proclaimed, drawing a laugh from Colt despite the stranglehold Rage had him in.

“One of the boys, my ass!” Rage yelled. He slammed Colt to the floor, bloodying his lip. “Where the hell do you get such stupidity?”

“It’s your ass alright. You’re making a big one out of yourself. If you think calling me stupid is going to get you what you want, then you’re the stupid one, and an asshole besides,” I shouted back while I marched off to change clothes.

“I don’t want him putting his hands on you!” Rage screamed as he nearly yanked the door to the locker room off when I tried to slam it in his face.

“I choose whose hands touch me, not you! Get out! This is the women’s locker room. No fucking men allowed!”

His eyes narrowed but scanned the room. “No one is here but you and me. Are you fucking telling me that you want Colt to touch you?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m only stating a fact. I choose, not you. I can’t seem to get that through your hard head!” I screeched.

“I heard you loud and clear! Yet you let him lay his hands all over you every damn day. What am I supposed to think?” he demanded.

“That I’m learning to defend myself. Colt is doing a job, nothing else,” I replied, unzipping my pants and yanking my spandex clothing out of my locker.

“How about learning to defend yourself from Colt’s wandering hands?” he snidely asked.

“Whose hands would you prefer to touch me? Prime’s, Rod’s, Doc’s?”

His eyes darkened. His face flushed. He growled. He came at me, and I braced for the impact. I fully expected to be slapped, punched, or worse. I’d antagonized him. I’d gone too far, which in my life had meant I’d take a beating.

None of that happened. His body was rigid, but his hands were careful when he tore the clothes from my hands and tossed them on the floor. He violently took my mouth while lifting me off the floor and striding toward the wooden bench behind me.

Soon I was laid on its hard top with Rage leaning over me. “How many times do I need to mark you?” he asked.

I had no answer, especially since I didn’t think he actually expected one. It seemed to me that he was talking to himself.

I heard a ripping sound where his broad hand had gathered the front of my pants in a wad. He tore them from me in a manner that left no doubt as to what he intended. I didn’t fight or even consider defending myself. I discovered I wanted him to be inside me if for no other reason than to bring me to a crashing climax that would cool my temper.

He dropped to his knees, pulled my legs apart, and to my surprise lifted one over each shoulder. I was open to his gaze and already fidgeting because I knew what he planned and reacted like a dog in heat.

I managed to squeak out, “Someone could come in, including Colt.”

“I hope he does,” Rage announced before his mouth covered my mound and neither of us were able to speak.

He rammed his tongue into me and sucked on the tiny nub that was pulsing. When he added the pressure of his thumb I came so hard and fast I couldn’t breathe. I was still pulsating inside when he let my legs fall to either side of the bench and pressed his heavy, thick cock into me. The sudden assault sent me over the top again. I dug my nails into his shoulders causing blood to bubble up and bit my lip to keep from shouting.

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