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He seemed to sense that I was close to coming again because he withdrew his fingers. I had to fight against the urge to scream in frustration. I felt like I’d been waiting my whole life to fuck Jace Kane, and now he was drawing it out like the Twenty-Five Days of Christmas.

He bent over to fish in the pockets of his jeans. “Fuck. No condom.”

“What do we do?” I asked, even though right then I was more than willing to play Russian roulette with my life.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me, but I know that would be…”

His eyes glittered. “Irresponsible?”

I nodded, and he held my face in his hands. “This is the only time I’ll ever say this, but I want what you want, and whatever happens, I’ve always fucking got you.”

“Fuck being responsible,” I said.

He grinned. “Fuck being responsible.”

He tugged his jeans off over his boots and threw a leg over the bike, his dick jutting between his legs, and pulled me on top of him.

Chapter 52

Jace

She was finally mine and I couldn’t get enough of her.

She’d tasted every bit as sweet as I’d imagined, her pussy wet and ready from minute fucking one.

Now she was in my arms, straddling me on the bike, her luscious ass in my hands and my dick sliding between her folds. I was dying to push into her, but I could tell she was enjoying the friction of my head on her clit, and I wanted to give her every bit of enjoyment she deserved.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes, then leaned in to kiss me. Her bikini top was still on, but I’d pushed it to the side, and now her bare tits were pressed against my chest while I mapped her mouth with my tongue.

She broke the kiss first, pausing to look at me. She held my face in her small hands, her thumbs stroking my cheeks as she looked into my eyes, and for a minute, I felt like I was falling. Not just falling into something, but falling through it: through all the shit that stood between us, all the shit I believed about myself and all the shit Daisy had believed about herself too.

Here we were our real selves, laid bare in more ways than one, and I leaned my head against hers and looked into the eyes that had haunted me every day for the five years I’d been in prison.

“I see you.” My voice was hoarse as I tried to talk around the emotion clogging my throat. “I fucking see you.”

She kissed me again, gentler this time, and I lifted her ass over the head of my cock. I was so fucking hard I thought I was going to burst, all the pent-up hunger I’d been carrying around for the girl in my arms ready to blow.

“I meant what I said,” I told her, looking into her eyes. I was going to hurt her, and while I was doing it, I wasn’t going to care. “I’m not Wolf. I’m not Otis.”

“I don’t need you to be anybody but Jace Kane.”

I drove up into her with a vicious thrust, grabbing her hips to force myself all the way inside her.

“Oh my god…” Her moan was part pleasure and part pain, but all I felt was bliss. I was finally buried in her sweet pussy, and it was hotter and tighter than I’d imagined, a satin glove custom made for my cock.

I shuddered with the pleasure of it. “Jesus, princess. Jesus.”

It was all I could manage as I dragged out of her, using her hips to lift her off my cock before pounding into her again. She was going to hurt tomorrow and I didn’t fucking care.

I was going to stake my fucking claim.

She was nestled against my stomach, her legs spread around the bike. The position opened her wide and I forced myself deeper, felt the piercings on my dick drag against the silky walls of her cunt.

“Jace,” she whimpered.

Hearing her say my name, her voice trembling, made me harder and more desperate. I spread her ass cheeks and sank even deeper, then heard her gasp as I slammed into her cervix.

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