Page 117 of Riot

“Where the hell did he come from?” Katie asks.

“This is a Sons business,” I say. That’s how my sister and Mace first met.

Dayna’s lips part slightly, just for a beat, then she blinks it away and takes another sip like she wasn’t just floored.

“Maybe we should come for a night out then.” She tries to hide it, but she’s a little breathless.

I would push her, but I’m coming out of my skin myself.

“I need to use the bathroom.” I stand abruptly and leave the table.

My pussy is throbbing by the time I slip into a cubicle and slide the lock closed.

Just a few more weeks and I can be his in every way that matters.

The creak of the door grabs my attention before footsteps move slowly across the tile. I expect to hear one of the girls, not his gruff rasp. “Vee?”

I grin and slide the lock back.

He watches me step out the cubicle, his eyes scanning my body deliciously.

I don’t ask where Seren is. I know she’s safe.

Instead, I move into his space and press my hands to his chest.

“Hey, handsome.”

“You finished eye-fuckin’ me from across the room?”

My stomach heats. “Is that what I’m doing?”

He grabs my chin, tilting my head, and then presses a scorching kiss to my lips. “You know it is.”

His hand slides down my belly and between my legs. Fire licks along my pussy everywhere his fingers touch.

“We have to wait,” I warn, though I don’t stop him as he rubs me through my leggings.

“I’m done waitin’, babe. Tell me you are too.”

That pause, that moment to check if I want this, means everything to me. It reminds me why I’m standing in front of him, exposed, open…his.

“I want to fuck my boyfriend,” I whisper against his ear, “but if you pull your stitches, you can explain it to your brother.”

He steps back and offers me his hand. I take it without hesitation and follow him as he leads me out the bathroom, down a dark corridor, and into a small office.

As soon as the door is shut, our mouths are fused together and my fingers are in his hair. The scorching heat between us is dangerous and addictive.

My body sings, every nerve ending buzzing with need as he claims me completely. There is no thought but him and me, the world outside this room disappearing.

“I’m gonna spend the rest of my life makin’ shit right with you,” he says between kisses.

“There’s nothing to make right.” And I mean it. Almost losing him unhinged my sanity. I can live without knowing things that will hurt me, but I can’t live without him. “Now, stop talking. I need you.”

“You got me, baby.”

He guides me onto the desk and tugs my pants down. Then he parts my thighs like I’m a goddess he’s about to worship.

There’s no fear, no anxiety… just complete and utter submission.

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