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She cuts me off. “You were watching me?” She doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “Of course you were, I knew those two fucking dicks played me.” I snort.

“Omen and Pope never gave up your location, you just happen to be in the same place as the fucker we are hunting.”

She squirms beneath me. “Can you let me go now?” I mull over her words for a moment.

“I kind of like this position.”

She snorts out a laugh. “Of course you do, I bet you're really mad now that you decided to put your boxers back on?” Her sarcasm has me glaring at her. I release her wrists and decide to teach her a lesson, reaching between our bodies and pushing my boxers down to free my cock. “You are not sticking that thing inside me after you just admitted to wanting to kill my brother—” I thrust inside her, silencing her rant. Her back arches off the bed and a long drawn out moan escapes her.

“You never should have allowed me to touch you,” I growl as I continue to thrust inside her. “Now, you’re mine and I’ll take whatever the fuck I want from you when I want, am I clear?”

“Alex.” She pants as her nails run along my back, drawing a hiss from me.

I slam inside her harder, loving the sharp cry that tears from her sinful lips. Unable to control myself, I smash my own lips on hers and swallow her moans as I fuck her like a rabid man. When her nails dig into the flesh of my back, I grunt. She turns her head breaking the kiss. “Let me get on top.” When I pause and stare at her in surprise, she uses my moment of shock against me and shoves against my chest until I’m lying flat on my back.

She shifts and swings her leg over me and straddles my lap. I fight the urge not to thrust my hips when she grips my cock and lines it up with her soaked cunt. A shiver of excitement works its way through me as she slowly glides down on my dick.

“Oh fuck,” I growl as I grip her waist and help guide her until I’m fully sheathed inside her perfect pussy.

“Shit, you feel so deep!” she pants out. It sends a thrill through me knowing I’m the only one who has seen her like this. Needing to see her in the light, I reach back and fumble around for the bedside lamp. I flick it on. Instantly my cock jerks inside her when I feast on the sight of her tits. I reach up and cup them in my hands, she throws her head back and moans.

“Ride me, baby.” She drops her chin to her chest, places her hands flat on my chest and begins to rotate her hips. I keep my eyes on her, loving how her pupils dilate and her gaze grows hazy as she uses me to find her own pleasure. I pinch her nipples and relish in the sounds she makes. When her movements turn sluggish and hurried, I grip her waist and begin to guide her movement, meeting her thrust for thrust. The whimpers and mewls that escape her only fuel my own need. My balls are tightening with the need to spill everything inside her.

“Oh God, I need you to make me come, then I want you to come on my face.” Her demand has me stilling beneath her. Her eyes meet mine and I can tell that my reaction has her feeling slightly ashamed about her request. Rather than allow her time to rethink it, I quicken my pace and slam her down onto my aching cock, wanting nothing more than to get her off so I can fulfil her request. “Yes, fuck, just like that,” she screams and digs her nails into my chest as she screams my name when her orgasm slams into her. I keep fucking her, drawing out her release. When I can’t hold off any longer, I lift her off me and climb off the bed, reach out and grab her hair, then use my hold on it to guide her to her knees before me.

My other hand wraps around my shaft but she reaches out and bats my hand away, wrapping both her own around my cock and pumps me. I hiss at the feeling. I’m two seconds away from exploding! The sight of her opening her mouth to capture my release pushes me over the edge, my grip on her tightens as I roar her name and cum all over her perfect fucking face. She keeps stroking my dick, forcing me to draw back from her touch. I look down at her and a sick sinister part of me loves the sight of my cum all over her cheeks, chin and mouth. She fucking pushes me over the edge when she reaches up and swipes her finger along her cheek and brings her cum covered finger to her lips, then sucks it clean while maintaining eye contact with me.

“Hmmm, you taste delicious,” she purrs.

I can’t stop my smile from breaking free. I reach down and cup her cheek. “You are certainly not what I fucking expected and I am so fucking glad to be wrong for once.”

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Tatum groans beside me and I furrow my brow until I hear knocking again. I sit up and rub my eyes, then look around the room and that’s when I remember. I came here after I dropped the bombshell on my brothers but I didn’t expect the night to go how it did. I was just meant to sit here and watch her until I calmed down, then head back to deal with that situation.

“Tate!” I jerk at the sound of a woman’s voice. I gently shove Tatum and smirk when she shoves me away.

“Leave me alone,” she grumbles as she rolls over.

“Bambi, your boss is here,” I say, fighting back a smile. It takes two seconds for my words to register, then she is leaping from the bed like she was zapped. She stands at the edge of the bed with her wild hair pointing in every direction. My gaze drops to her nipples and I smirk at the sight of them hard and ready for me. The sight of my bite marks on her neck and shoulder has me feeling like I need to beat my fists against my chest. I’ve never been the type of guy to get possessive over a female or want to stake my claim, but with Tatum I can’t seem to mark my territory enough, and that is the type of shit that will get me in deep fucking trouble when it comes time to enact my revenge against the motherfucker she calls brother.

“Tatum, I know you’re in there!” Vivian calls out as she pounds against the door. Tate’s eyes widen and I see a hint of panic in the depths of them.

“You have to hide,” she shrieks then darts across the room and grabs my discarded shirt off the floor while I remain where I am on the bed. I quirk a brow when she pulls my shirt over her head, then darts into the bathroom for a second before returning with an elastic band. She piles her hair into a messy bun atop her head, then looks at me while Vivian continues to pound on the door like it somehow wronged her. “Alex, hide!” she snaps, then rushes out of the room to answer the door. I ignore her so-called demand and climb out of the bed and pull my jeans on, leaving them unbuttoned.

I hear Tatum open the door and I pause in the threshold of the bedroom, remaining out of sight. “You’re early,” Tate breathes out like she’s just run a marathon.

“Oh shit.” I hear one of Vivian’s boyfriends mutter and it pisses me off that they are seeing her in just my shirt.

“Well, you look well fucked.” Vivian’s tone is filled with mirth and I can picture Tatum glaring at her.

“Vivi baby, now I have pictures I shouldn’t have in my head,” another guy whines. I grind my teeth as I round the corner. I know Tate can feel me drawing near because she tenses. I grip the door and plaster myself at her back and stare right at Vivian and the three fuckers.

“Keep your thoughts offher,” I snarl. The brown haired fucker smirks cockily at me.

“It seems The Butcherbutcheredyour girl, Vivi baby.” I narrow my eyes at the son of a bitch in warning. The blond guy, Ezekiel, smacks him across the back of his head.

“Learn when to shut the fuck up, Hayze,” he snaps.

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