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“Do you, now?”

“Oh, yeah.”

As she slides down my cock, her eyelids flutter each time she passes over another one of my piercings. I wasn’t kidding when I told her it was ribbed for her pleasure. In addition to loving the pain of being pierced, I love how it feels when I’m fucking. The barbells tug just a bit, adding a layer of friction I wouldn’t get without them. It’s good for her and me.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur, grabbing her hips and guiding her up and down. “Just like that, babe.”

“Like this?” she asks in a thready voice.

“Exactly.”

She bounces and rolls her hips, then grinds her pussy against my shaft. I can tell she’s close when she stops breathing. A low, animalistic sound rumbles in her chest. She sits down hard, taking me so deep I see stars. My balls tighten, and the tingling in my spine reaches a crescendo. Our moans and cries of pleasure fill the room as we reach mind-blowing climaxes together.

When she’s finally done shuddering, and I’ve given her every last ounce of my pleasure, I roll her onto her side and cuddle her against my body. She’s the little spoon, and I’m the big spoon. I’ve never done this before. Usually, I don’t stick around after sex, but with Daisy, it’s different. It wasn’t just amazing and perfect; there was an element of fun and playfulness that I’ve never had before. Women are usually too clingy and needy, but with Daisy, I don’t get that from her. She knows tonight wasn’t about love and promises. It was hard, hot, dirty sex, and that’s it. Not having the added pressure of explaining that to her made it so much better. I’m glad we’re on the same page because it would be awkward as fuck if she let her heart get involved.

After several minutes, she rolls over to face me. She smiles as I brush a lock of hair out of her eyes. Grabbing my hand, she drapes it over her hip. Her gaze roams over my body as if trying to memorize it. Eventually, she traces her finger over the tattoo on my shoulder. It’s an image of a phoenix rising out of the ashes with the words “Free Yourself” written below it. “What does this mean?”

“The only time I feel free is when I’m behind my keyboard.” I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but after what we just shared, I feel comfortable opening up a little.

“But the phoenix? Why did you pick that creature?”

“Because it doesn’t exist.”

“Okay …”

“And because it rises out of the ashes to be reborn.”

“Is that something you did?”

“No. I never rose.”

“But you were reduced to ashes?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Years ago.”

“What happened?”

“Daisy, I can’t. I don’t talk about that with anyone.” I pull the blankets over us, hoping she’ll take the hint and go to sleep. I don’t have the will to kick her out of my bed. She’s so warm and cuddly that I want to keep her here. If I tell her about Blackstone, she’ll leave. How could she possibly stay after finding out what he did to me? I can’t tell her about him. I can’t reveal anything from that time. It’s done. It’s over.

I won’t be able to rise from the ashes of my past until I get my revenge. Until that happens, I’ll never truly be free. I can’t explain this to her without going into a bunch of details I’m not willing to share.

For now, she’ll just have to accept that there are things I won’t ever tell her. Since we’re not in a relationship, it shouldn’t matter. But I’ll have to watch out because I can tell she’s trying to get closer to me. I don’t want her to think that’s an option because it’s not. We had some fun in bed, that’s it. If she wants anything more, she’d better be ready to be disappointed because I can’t give her anything other than sex. I’ve got nothing else to give.

Chapter 8: Daisy

I wake up and stretch like a cat—a very satisfied, extremely sore cat. Matrix let me sleep for a few hours before he pawed at me again. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining by any means, but damn, my body’s out of shape. I really need to use the clubhouse’s gym so I can keep up with him. He’s a total animal in bed, almost a monster, but not quite. I’m not afraid of him at all. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already. After spending the night in his arms, I’m convinced I’m safe.

The shower’s running. I slide out of bed and pad across the room. When I open the bathroom door, steam curls out. He must love his showers hot because the water is scalding as I step in to join him.

“Morning.” I stand behind him and wrap my arms around his chest. I give those sexy nipple piercings a little tweak.

“Ouch!” He growls before turning to face me. “Next time, do it harder.”

I grin because that means there’ll be another hot sex session sometime in the future. Although I don’t expect this to go anywhere, he’ll be a fun distraction while I’m looking for my sister. I haven’t forgotten her, but I needed this break. Searching for her has taken a toll on me. I didn’t realize how bad I felt until after my first orgasm. The tension in my body vanished for the first time in months and hasn’t returned. I hope it stays away so we can concentrate on what we need to do today.

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