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The sex is so raw. So intense. So true.
There is anger there but I can feel it's not toward me.
Soon I'm wailing his name and my eyes are crossing as an orgasm rips through me.
"Again!" Spike barks and I whimper because I just don't think it's possible. My body is still in a state of blissed out shock. Pair that with the near brutal thrusting and I just have absolutely no control.
Just when I think the pleasure is at the tail end Spike moves his hand using his fingers to encircle my clit. He flicks the already sensitive bundle of nerves fast and now I am actively trying to climb up the walls.
"Mmm, fuckkkk" The gutural sound comes out on a long scream as he continues his punishing pace.
My muscles lock up and once again like a fucking tsunami I come gloriously. My body twitches and my knees give out from under me.
Spike holds me around my waist as his pace some how magically picks up. My eyes roll back as he grunts and pants before he nearly bellows my night up into the sky.
I feel his cum shooting into me with the strength of a god damn power washer. It's so much that some of it squeezes through the sides and drips down from my core to the floor.
If he lets me go right now I'll collapse. Spike must realize it because instead he pulls out of me, lifts me so I'm standing before he turns me back around to face him. I lift my hands to grab hold of his shoulders.
I’m gasping, my nails dug into his arms, I know I’ve given ground. Not because I wanted to. Because he forced me to see the truth in his eyes. Forced me to realize that he’ll do what he has to do, whether I like it or not. The intense sex was just an added plus.
When it’s over, he presses his forehead to mine, breath hot. “This is part of the life I live, Jayne. I don’t ask you to like it. I don’t ask you to understand it. But I’ll do what needs to be done. You’re either with that or you’re not.”
He pulls back, putting his clothes back in order, zipping up the duffle like the conversation’s finished. My chest burns as I watch him walk to the door.
“You better be the man I think you are,” I whisper.
He pauses, just long enough for hope to flare, "Trust me." then leaves.
The silence he leaves behind is suffocating. I sink onto the edge of the bed, sheets twisted under my fists. Rage churns with something that feels too much like faith. I know he’s hiding something, but I pray he’s playing it smart. I pray he’s not handing those girls back into the fire.
But how long can I just sit here and wait before I find out if I’m his partner in this fight—or just another pawn on the board?
CHAPTER 36
NO CONNECTIONS
SPIKE
Engines roar in the night, the kind of sound that shakes your ribs from the inside. I ride point, my brothers staggered behind me, Chrome Creed cutting through the dead streets like a line of steel and fire. The block we’re headed for is abandoned. Boarded up shops, broken glass, street lights flickering like they're on their last legs. Perfect place for a snake like Xavier to slither out into the open.
My hands grip the bars tight. I feel like an asshole for leaving Jayne in the dark, but she would’ve demanded to come. And I can’t risk her life on this. Not tonight. She doesn’t get it. This isn’t just about the women, or about some deal. It’s about Zero. It's about getting her to trust me to be who she knows I am.
Most importantly, It’s about ending this rot before it spreads.
We roll up, kill the engines, the silence after is loud. I expected to see a fucking army of people out here waiting for us. The fact that I don't see anyone is alarming.
The smell of old piss hangs in the air. Leo and Lash flank me, Rumble and Tella close behind. Each one loaded, each oneready. Four women stand between us, their arms bound in front of them and tape on their mouths.
I adjust my kutte, grab the duffle with the “proof” Xavier thinks he’s about to bargain for, and head straight for the front doors.
Inside, Xavier’s voice hits me before his face does. I’ve only ever heard it through a phone, slick, greasy, like used oil. In person it’s worse.
I push open the door and scan the room once before I walk in without so much as an invitation.
Game on.
“Well, well. The infamous Chrome Creed finally grows some balls.” He leans back in a cracked leather chair like he owns the room. His suit’s tailored, too shiny for a dump like this. A gold chain gleams at his throat. Around him, a handful of guards post up, guns half-raised but not committed. Xavier smirks like he already won.
