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Grinning, I cock my head slightly. “I suppose you’re not half bad for a brother-in-law either.”
“Doesn’t mean your ass isn’t still in the hot seat.” He smirks. “West is ready to kill you. Your sister is already in for a rude awakening for helping you.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, “West loves me, he won’t kill me.”
“He might not kill you,” Keys murmurs in my ear, “but you’re definitely in trouble. You think what I did to you before was something else. Just wait ‘til we get back to the clubhouse. Your ass is getting bound to my bed, and you’ll be lucky I let you up for a week.”
A shiver goes through my body at the very thought. I couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
KEYS
“Kyan,” Marla screams my name, her release triggering mine.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” I groan, thrusting inside her one last time and coming.
Staring at her tied to my bed, I love the sight of her like this.
When we’d gotten back to the clubhouse, I ignored everyone else and dragged her straight to my room. The two of us showered, and I’d taken her in the shower to take the edge off. Afterward, I restrained her to my bed where I spent hours tormenting her. Teaching her the lesson in what happens when she doesn’t listen to me.
I’d never hurt Marla, but that doesn’t mean I won’t teach her a lesson. All of them would end with her finally getting what we both want, but I’d keep her from having an orgasm until I was ready for her to have it.
With Marla still restrained to the bed, I pull out of her, my cock still hard. I could go again. However, I intended to find out if she had learned her lesson yet.
“You gonna leave the clubhouse again when you’re supposed to be staying?”
Marla blinks at me and smiles mischievously. “Only if it’s for something important.”
Narrowing my eyes to slits, I glare down at her. “Something important? What you need to do is talk to me first. You don’t go out by yourself.”
“I wasn’t by myself,” she says, losing that look of just having a satisfying orgasm, and glares right back. “I knew you’d come and back me up.”
“Anything could have happened to you before we caught up with you.”
I didn’t like the idea. The sight of that bastard with his hand around her throat still filled my head. I’d slit the man’s throat before he could kill her. She’d been out of ammo, and I knew it. I saw the look in her eyes when she tried and realized. It didn’t matter that she had a knife strapped to her thigh. He was squeezing her throat. There was a slight bruise where his hand had once been.
“How about I will do my best not to do anything spontaneous?” she suggests when she sees my eyes drop to her neck. She knew the bruise was there. I’m sure she feels it.
“Fine,” I agree, but I wasn’t going to let there come a time she has to do that.
With that group out of the way, we should be good. We killed them all. The fire took care of all the evidence. There wouldn’t be any blowback on us for it either.
Marla had connected the explosive to a gas line. Calyx’s men stayed behind to make sure that anything that was left after the fire died down was taken care of.
It’s a good thing those men were on our side and not against us.
“Are you going to untie me now?” Marla’s question pulls me from my thoughts, and I grin down at her.
“Nope,” I tell her and climb back over her. “I’m not done with you just yet.”
“You’re not?”
Marla looks up with a question in her eyes.
“Nope.” I slide back inside her and settle in, feeling her pussy convulse around me. Fuck, I love the feel of her around me. “I’m nowhere near done with you, Marla. I don’t think I’ll ever be.”
“I don’t want you to be,” she breaths.
